<?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-7888446835544946529</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:45:52.547-08:00</updated><category term='new home'/><category term='articles'/><category term='Ricardo'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='foolish'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='about me'/><category term='witnessing'/><category term='video'/><category term='word quotes'/><category term='music'/><category term='prophecy'/><category term='my family'/><category term='love'/><category term='poems'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Freedom Spot</title><subtitle type='html'>I want Freedom to live and love freely. Freedom is found in the ultimate surrender to our Master and creator of true freedom.
We weren't meant to wander the world in search of our own passions. Just let it all go. It's your turn to be free!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>170</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-2864227890474539178</id><published>2010-02-12T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:08:03.710-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>What happened!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a little over three months since my last and abrupt post announcing that I was closing down my blog for awhile. With this post I'm not re-opening it, but I just thought it would be fair to give a little account (from my own month) of what happened to me. I'm gonna be as brief as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the end of October last year I had what could be called as a mental/emotional breakdown. I didn't see it as such at the time, but today I understand. These past few years of my life have been straining, and stubborn as I am in my idealism, I kept going, always reaching for more, always wanting what I considered to be the highest will of God in my life. When my last attempt at trying a new venture didn't come through because most people in this world are not honest and truthful, and selfishness abounds more than we wish it did, I just crumbled. But today I see that it was the accumulation of years of questions I had left unanswered, hurts I had left open, stress I had not tended to and issues I had with Myself and God and I had chosen to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My impulse at that point was just to scream "enough" and to close off everything and everyone to try to find some answers. I decided to take a break from being a missionary of the Family, in fact, I decided to take a break from God because I realized that I was very upset at Him, and I had never admitted it. I distanced myself from many friends and even from my personal family and decided to try everything I always wanted to try but I never could before, so I went a little wild. Actually, I think I went very wild and did things I would never do normally, but it was a crazy phase and I had to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month I took a trip to Chile for three weeks to just rest and chill. My kid stayed back with my mom and it was the first time in my life that I was in a place where nobody knew me or expected anything from me, besides I wasn't excepting anything of myself except to be happy and have fun. I met wonderful people and discovered many things about myself and about life, and even about God...a God that loves me and has been with me through it all and that I'm getting to know again in a different way than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm am presently staying with my mom and family (the house with the mountains) for an indefinite period of time until I feel truly rested, at peace with God and the world and at peace with myself and my life so far. I want to thank the sweet friends I have that prayed for me during this time, thank you, I feel much better, and I want to apologize to anybody whom I might have mistreated. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that always expect too much of themselves - like in my case - tend to also expect too much of others and many times come out as demeaning and proud. I know I have and I'm sorry. I turned 27 ten days ago and I feel like my soul is being lifted of burdens it has been carrying for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have long ways to go and have many ups and downs, but I'm slowly learning to communicate with God again in my own way. I spend a LOT of time alone and quiet due to my location, and it's very different from the hurried life I have been living for the past 10 years and sometimes it drives me crazy...but I know it's what I need right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it! That's me! I wish you all the best through these crazy time of Change.   &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/7888446835544946529-2864227890474539178?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/2864227890474539178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=2864227890474539178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/2864227890474539178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/2864227890474539178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-happened.html' title='What happened!'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-4935486247335524345</id><published>2009-11-04T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:55:52.120-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Bye bye post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SvHolmB9cSI/AAAAAAAABHQ/ymqEfZ6Fll4/s1600-h/P1010012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SvHolmB9cSI/AAAAAAAABHQ/ymqEfZ6Fll4/s400/P1010012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400353160755507490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bit sad to announce that this little blog will be closing down for now. I will be going on a different journey in my life and I can't take you along this time. I will leave it online as memory of happy and sad moments I encountered during the last 3 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for all the wonderful friends I made through this blog and I'll love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that God will guide your lives to his perfect will and please pray for Him to guide me step by step as I march into the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to close this blog in a sad tone, so I'm gonna leave you something that I wrote the other day while I was spending some time in silence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      The knowledge of peace is found through the surrender of life. When there is nothing left, not pride, no ambitions, no self-proclaimed works or nothing to call your own, then comes the question: Faith or fear? Fear or peace? The peace that passes all understanding comes in many forms but without the stillness, without the absense of mind it cannot find entrance to your spirit.&lt;br /&gt;       The flesh is fickle, the spirit is eternal and in peace and quietness shall your strength be. No hair of your head falls to the ground without your heavenly father knowing about it. No lie is spoken without God knowing the truth. No heartbreak arrives without the healing touch behind it. Nothing is in vain. Remember that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-4935486247335524345?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/4935486247335524345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=4935486247335524345&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/4935486247335524345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/4935486247335524345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/11/bye-bye-post.html' title='Bye bye post'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SvHolmB9cSI/AAAAAAAABHQ/ymqEfZ6Fll4/s72-c/P1010012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-3421351803206975457</id><published>2009-10-22T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:43:49.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Houseless, but not homeless</title><content type='html'>I'm been homeless a few times before, meaning that I had a place to stay and lay my head, but I didn't really have a home, either because I was in the process of moving or because it just didn't feel like home anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I have quite a different predicament. Due to a few circunstances that are a little over our control, are little team is 'houseless"(meaning we are camping around in different places while we're nailing down the house we are gonna live in permanently). But the couple months we spend together were really cool and I just like these guys soooo much. I don't feel homeless, since I know my home is there in spirit, but it feels kind of scary and lonely to be away from eachother physically.&lt;br /&gt;These past couple of days have been a roller coaster for me. Today, to be exacty, has been like hell and high water. I felt fear, pain, disapointment, insecurity, relief, peace, nothing and everything. I don't know what to think (and thats quite a feat for me) so its come to that...those famous lines: "We just have to trust the Lord, its come to that."&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, please continue to pray for our little pioneer team. I hope its just in Brasil, but since the Change Program everybody is packing up and leaving and it seems like if it keeps going in this speed, they'll be no one left by Christmas. Not an easy time to believe. 1000 shall fall by my side and 10000 at my right side, but it shall not come nigh me. I sure hope so, at least!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough blabbing...I think you got the point. Besos a todos! Los quiero mucho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-3421351803206975457?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/3421351803206975457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=3421351803206975457&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3421351803206975457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3421351803206975457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/10/houseless-but-not-homeless.html' title='Houseless, but not homeless'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-7978532889539323306</id><published>2009-10-19T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:24:36.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>You know better than I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Stz0-5IIpPI/AAAAAAAABHI/P_D7Irs8VzA/s1600-h/P1010140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Stz0-5IIpPI/AAAAAAAABHI/P_D7Irs8VzA/s400/P1010140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394455815007020274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the sweetest unexpected note from C. in WS.  I’m not sure if I can write her name here or not, but I followed her blog a bit before she went to WS and she seemed like a very fun person to hang out with, ha! &lt;br /&gt;Well, her message took me by surprise since it came from a total stranger and it was so filled with love and encouragement. Well, actually, maybe it was so filled with love and encouragement BECAUSE it came from a total stranger, ha! I get very flattered when I receive a message like that, since I know the person I am and I know the reality I live in and I know that it ain’t pretty. I try not to think about it too much and to just close my eyes, believe in the Lords promises for me and the rest of the family, and take it a day at a time. &lt;br /&gt;It seems like I’m in a whirlwind right now, but I just know I have to keep going forward, though everything seems to be going wrong. I can’t explain the feeling and I’m sure many of you can relate since we’re all in the same boat. &lt;br /&gt;Well, C. You know, I already liked you before your note and I like you a whole lot more now. I sure hope (for your own good) that you are NOT like me, unless you’re the kind of person that leaps before she looks and knows that to live means to take risks. And also if you’re a disaster in every way but manage to not let it bother you anymore so you can focus on more important things like making use of the few good things you do have, ha! If you just know and anywhere with Jesus is gonna be sweeter than the place before that you’ll love Him more and more, even if He seemed to have gone for a walk right when you were in a very tight spot…yet you know that He knows and that He’ll show up before the bomb explodes. &lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna post the link to the song you sent me here. I’ve watched the movie several times with my boy, but the words always get to me. They are strong and deep and very, very real.&lt;br /&gt;I love you very, very much!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8oL6HlzQZLo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8oL6HlzQZLo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-7978532889539323306?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/7978532889539323306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=7978532889539323306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/7978532889539323306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/7978532889539323306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-better-than-i.html' title='You know better than I'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Stz0-5IIpPI/AAAAAAAABHI/P_D7Irs8VzA/s72-c/P1010140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-140570115499053311</id><published>2009-10-10T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T18:29:24.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A beautiful story: Check it out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/StEzci4RDpI/AAAAAAAABHA/Dg30glG5oGI/s1600-h/_MG_1310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/StEzci4RDpI/AAAAAAAABHA/Dg30glG5oGI/s400/_MG_1310.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391146794431352466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I recently saw this link to a blog on my skype and by following the link I found out that one of my friends had just undergone a very difficult experience and lost her baby at birth. First I was very sad about it, but as I read through the blog I was very touched by the way she was looking at things in such a positive way and also at the grace the Lord gave her and her family to undergo this heartbreaking experience. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its worth a read, everyone!!! Here's the link in English  &lt;a href="http://www.anjinhaalina-eng.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.anjinhaalina.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And to you Gaby and Steve, my prayers go your way. I pray that you'll continue to find the Lords comfort through it all so you'll be able to understand and comfort others who go through similar experiences. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you both!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-140570115499053311?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/140570115499053311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=140570115499053311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/140570115499053311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/140570115499053311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/10/beautiful-story-check-it-out.html' title='A beautiful story: Check it out!'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/StEzci4RDpI/AAAAAAAABHA/Dg30glG5oGI/s72-c/_MG_1310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-2702898166795021484</id><published>2009-10-08T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:33:34.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Ss6SOMwW2-I/AAAAAAAABG4/7bKnXEPtk4M/s1600-h/P1010195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Ss6SOMwW2-I/AAAAAAAABG4/7bKnXEPtk4M/s400/P1010195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390406576648936418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blessed peace and crazy trust&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable assurance is a must&lt;br /&gt;For the daring and the brave&lt;br /&gt;Who life´s meaning long to save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me if you are one&lt;br /&gt;And never mind where you came from&lt;br /&gt;For your heart is burning free&lt;br /&gt;Live life´s love. Come with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up ahead, you´ll never know&lt;br /&gt;You´ll be lead and you will go&lt;br /&gt;Where you always fantasized&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun never forgets to rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extreme reality, not just dreams&lt;br /&gt;uncharted emotions, laughs and screams&lt;br /&gt;No calculations, only jumps&lt;br /&gt;Eyes tight shut, no time for stumps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Releasing dreams that were locked away&lt;br /&gt;Absorbing all that comes our way&lt;br /&gt;Believe with faith, and hope with love&lt;br /&gt;That all that trust, will dance above.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-2702898166795021484?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/2702898166795021484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=2702898166795021484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/2702898166795021484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/2702898166795021484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/10/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Ss6SOMwW2-I/AAAAAAAABG4/7bKnXEPtk4M/s72-c/P1010195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-6660178360304816423</id><published>2009-09-29T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:54:30.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Crystal Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I wrote this song three years ago at the end of my life as I knew it and the beginning of the new life the Lord gave me and continues to give me day after day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never recorded it because I didn't think my low level of quality and scarce use of instruments could do it justice, but today I got inspired and decided to record it and share it with you all. Its also the first time I record anything since the last song I posted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hope you enjoy it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" style="  background-color: #FFFFFF   ;border-color: #cccccc; color:#000 ; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; padding:0px; border-width:1px; border-style:solid"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" width="130" height="180" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/guitar_test.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/c94a5a2c-d837-4ce6-8f26-e29666077095&amp;amp;theName=Cristal ball&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:11px" valign="bottom" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #000" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/c94a5a2c-d837-4ce6-8f26-e29666077095/Cristal-ball/?widget=flash_player_guitar"&gt;Cristal ball.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crystal ball, can you tell me my future?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you see?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giant ocean, can you wash all the fear,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and set my free?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shining moonlight, can you mend my heart?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little flower, can you heal it all?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gorgeous sunrise, can you help my life to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;start anew?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mighty heavens, can you make it all blue, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just like you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mourning raindrops, tell me that you won't stay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promised rainbow, just promise me it's ok.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like can spring forth again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where there was the old the new can be built&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love can be born again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and a broken heart with faith can be healed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No prayer's too small&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no hope to far&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's all around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and He hears it all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steady mountain, can you help me believe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in God's promise?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sparkling river, can you teach me to flow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with His plan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little baby can I be more like you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me your faith for it's simple and true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crystal ball, I don't have to know it all...&lt;/strong&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/7888446835544946529-6660178360304816423?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/6660178360304816423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=6660178360304816423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/6660178360304816423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/6660178360304816423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/09/crystal-ball.html' title='Crystal Ball'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-8896626458636289377</id><published>2009-09-25T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:44:46.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Memories (little door)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sr1-vM6yKiI/AAAAAAAABGw/L-ptSJILiq4/s1600-h/0082479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 382px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sr1-vM6yKiI/AAAAAAAABGw/L-ptSJILiq4/s400/0082479.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385600078791715362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The other day I was talking to my friend Miguel about how maybe we are living parallel lives. We make many important desicions in the course of our lives that many times define the route our lives will go on, but I just wonder if maybe we continue living that life, while living this one...like the one with the desicions we &lt;em&gt;made&lt;/em&gt; in this life, and another one totally different with the ones we &lt;em&gt;could've &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;made and how our lives wouldn't turned out differently (Not necessarily better, but just different).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know it's just one of my tripping-out things, but I think of people that I loved in different occasions and how my circunstances and choices made me decide a different pathand leave them behind forever. Time goes by, but it never ceases to hunt me a little.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though I have no regrets and the past is the past. I know that when love is real then we'll be able to live and love again forever this time, whether in this life or in the life hereafter (or maybe in our parellel life..heh heh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's a poem I wrote 3 years ago when I had an encounter with a memory from the past. I was a beautiful experience...short but long lasting. Love is forever...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet memories of the past, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always stay on ones heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought the feeling may be faint, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the annoying won't depart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh for joys and thrills so pure. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even love sometimes is missed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The simple holding of hands, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the inocence of the first kiss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But grow we must, in say and thought, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and sometimes the bliss forget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call a spade by its own name &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with courage and no regrets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But sometimes we find a breech. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a little tiny door&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where we sneak back to our dreams, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today's worries to ignore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, these moments are so few, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but they're worth 1000 nights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For their presence is so warm, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bringing healing to one's plight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many dreams I left behind &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I set my eyes ahead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to the one I knew, in love, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way gently always led&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many tears fell down my cheeks, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;many times I looked behind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But His mercy and His gifts &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always came at the right time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, His kisses were so sweet, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and His voice so soft and calm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Making sense of all my rubble. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never apearing to be alarmed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I'm back at the real world, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but my eyes, sometimes they smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And wink up at the moon, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;telling secrets all the while&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But these secrets, they are secred, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just between my heart and I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time to close that little door. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See you soon! Till then...goodbye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sr19RfPFklI/AAAAAAAABGo/mxAjWj67AjE/s400/P1010037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385598468801008210" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-8896626458636289377?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/8896626458636289377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=8896626458636289377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8896626458636289377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8896626458636289377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/09/memories-little-door.html' title='Memories (little door)'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sr1-vM6yKiI/AAAAAAAABGw/L-ptSJILiq4/s72-c/0082479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-85977514326493305</id><published>2009-09-21T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:31:13.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new home'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SrhEM9S1gyI/AAAAAAAABGg/l6uDZTHaI_Q/s1600-h/P1010105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SrhEM9S1gyI/AAAAAAAABGg/l6uDZTHaI_Q/s400/P1010105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384128343924114210" /&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’m sorry I wasn’t able to keep you as posted about the happenings of the new home, since my internet access is quite limited to what I really, really have to do right now, though I wish I could be posting more. &lt;br /&gt;All to say, we’re still here. Right now our little team is still very much in the pioneer stages, looking for permanent housing and building our flock as well as our financial support. We started our singing group two weeks ago and it’s taking off. We’ve sang in a few different places and the Lord is opening the doors for us, though we still have a long ways to go. We also have a few bible classes in our home already and the little flock is getting organized and strengthened. We are also learning how to work together, how to adapt to each other’s strengths and weaknesses and learning to have fun together. It’s quite a challenge each step of the way and the Lord’s been doing little miracles that keep us going. &lt;br /&gt;I think this is an experience every disciple should go through at least once. No matter what happens later, you’ll always remember that Jesus never fails when you put Him on the spot and you’ll always remember what a thrill it is to live by faith all the way.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord supplied a soccer school for Ricardo and I’m super happy about that. He’s doing well in his home-schooling so far and I’m praying about what will be best for him next year when it comes to his academic schooling judging by how our home’s structure will be as well as what he personally needs right now.&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray for us. We have a few immediate needs: &lt;br /&gt;1) A good house&lt;br /&gt;2) A good car&lt;br /&gt;3) Furniture (for when we move)&lt;br /&gt;4) Right personnel&lt;br /&gt;5) Money&lt;br /&gt;(Ok, ok fine…we need EVERYTHING!!!! Well, not everything. At least we have Jesus and we have each other. We’re gonna go places…in Jesus name, we’ll rock this part of the world &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SrhCzOVIQKI/AAAAAAAABGQ/IPRfxcItmas/s1600-h/P1010118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SrhCzOVIQKI/AAAAAAAABGQ/IPRfxcItmas/s400/P1010118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384126802308907170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SrhCiVfAMoI/AAAAAAAABGI/5frn3lfAA80/s1600-h/S6303596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SrhCiVfAMoI/AAAAAAAABGI/5frn3lfAA80/s400/S6303596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384126512171594370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SrhCapggV4I/AAAAAAAABGA/xOxNj03-020/s1600-h/S6303624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SrhCapggV4I/AAAAAAAABGA/xOxNj03-020/s400/S6303624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384126380107650946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Srg7_m0bFgI/AAAAAAAABF4/gMdYBAwz-hQ/s1600-h/S6303629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Srg7_m0bFgI/AAAAAAAABF4/gMdYBAwz-hQ/s400/S6303629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384119318459651586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-85977514326493305?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/85977514326493305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=85977514326493305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/85977514326493305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/85977514326493305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/09/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SrhEM9S1gyI/AAAAAAAABGg/l6uDZTHaI_Q/s72-c/P1010105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-3523363552813214319</id><published>2009-09-15T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:52:01.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prophecy'/><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eFOQHT3mn5Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Jesus)There is no answer as to the question of why people are willing to give their lives to take up My cross and follow me. You won’t be able to understand it or explain it, and I can’t give you any tangible earthly guaranties. That’s why it’s such a an honor to those to choose this road, and that’s why the rewards will be so great, because it comes from the passion, “the Passion of the Christ” that led me to die for you not knowing whether you would accept my love or choose the right path after all my sacrifices. That’s your passion, sweetie! Embrace it and be counted as a passionate soul who has found her savior and lives for him. It’s all about love; My love for you and you love for Me; My passion to die for you and your Passion to live for me.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-3523363552813214319?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/3523363552813214319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=3523363552813214319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3523363552813214319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3523363552813214319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/09/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-4246245017070288452</id><published>2009-08-28T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:15:43.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>If you want me to - clip</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QtNzOpKvPfw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got a comment to my last post with the link to this clip, so I thought I would share it with you all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-4246245017070288452?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/4246245017070288452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=4246245017070288452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/4246245017070288452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/4246245017070288452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-want-me-to-clip.html' title='If you want me to - clip'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-6458440766843957615</id><published>2009-08-27T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:31:59.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>The "gut feeling"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me try to explain this to you: I know I have to do something; I know it's Gods will; I know it's a huge part in defining my future and the future of many souls; I know it's do or die;...but I know NOTHING!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I try to explain it but I can't. It's a gut feeling of being completely sure this is the path that was chosen for you by the angelic forces way before you even dreamed of coming to this messy world, but yet, as hard as you try, you can't see any further then half a feet ahead of you. You're walking blindly totally believing that the hand you feel holding yours is Gods, but yet you don't see Him, so you have no way of proving it. And the proof will never come in this lifetime, all you have is your faith. YOUR faith!!! I majored on the word "your" because somehow you have the faith for it, yet no others do and neither do they remotely perceive what's going on in your heart of hearts. The faith was given to you and only you, and it's a really lonely path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the worse part of it is that you don't know where you're going, you don't know how long it will take, you don't know what's beyond that next bend, but at least you know something...what??? What do you know??? You know the cost! You know it's gonna cost you everything, your money; youth; time; dreams; ambitions; and maybe you'll give it all and have no return...just the feeling of knowing you gave all for a higher cause that one day will chose to reveal itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you find yourself feeling like this, then I feel worthy to somehow be connected to you and a little part of your life. Finding oneself is is a daunty task and often unrewarded, but finding ones God is always the peak of our mortal lives. When we find our God, we find ourselves and discover the purpuse of our lives. Our God is the one thing or person we chose to give our life too...that we chose to worship and love and cherish all the days of our lives and beyond. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know where the road will lead me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and I don't know how I'm getting there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but I know that the one who leads me is someone who cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know if any of my questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;will get answered anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but I have faith in the unseen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and though sometimes I want to scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As crazy as it may seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know I'm in the right way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have only one thing to say right now: Close your eyes, don't think twice, Grab God's hand and move forward. We'll meet at the end of the road!!! I hope I see you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SpdrggHtiaI/AAAAAAAABFw/eBPTROmzgFo/s400/P1010025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374882886412241314" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-6458440766843957615?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/6458440766843957615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=6458440766843957615&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/6458440766843957615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/6458440766843957615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/08/gut-feeling.html' title='The &quot;gut feeling&quot;'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SpdrggHtiaI/AAAAAAAABFw/eBPTROmzgFo/s72-c/P1010025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-294893123300993343</id><published>2009-08-23T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T14:38:48.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Back to my reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SpG1yBWMwGI/AAAAAAAABFo/JF3GCMRDZ_M/s1600-h/P1010026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SpG1yBWMwGI/AAAAAAAABFo/JF3GCMRDZ_M/s400/P1010026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373275701389344866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I came back yesterday from the Teachers Seminar. I'll post more about it once I get my ideas in place so I can make some sense. But all to say, I did enjoy it and it was great to get out of the wings and spend some nice time with Jesus and with other wonderful people, and have great conversations as well as make new friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was reading the "reality" GN today. Really, really nice!!! Well, I'm back to my reality. There's still quite a long road ahead of me and all of us here in our pioneer situation. We're making the way for the Lord to do this miracles, so now it's His turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just  gotta keep positive and most of all...just gotta keep our eyes on Jesus!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/7888446835544946529-294893123300993343?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/294893123300993343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=294893123300993343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/294893123300993343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/294893123300993343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-my-reality.html' title='Back to my reality'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SpG1yBWMwGI/AAAAAAAABFo/JF3GCMRDZ_M/s72-c/P1010026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-2610448734517361498</id><published>2009-08-15T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:27:14.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Traveling tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;        Tomorrow I'll be traveling to the teachers seminar and I'll be gone for a week. I am happy because the Lord supplied the funds and I'll really looking forward to making some good desicions about my sons education seeing all sides and not just doing the easy thing, which would be putting him in school. I have my own thoughts about it, though I am not closed to anything right now and I'm really trying to find the Lords will, so hopefully this time will help me since I'm really getting away from everthing and only focusing on that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;       But other than that, I didn't really want to go because my whole team just arrived this week and I LIKE THEM SO MUCH!!!! We had offensive meetings these week as well as voted a steering council, so things are just starting to happen and I don't want to miss ANYTHING. I mean, I've been waiting and working and trusting for the past 5 months, so when the promises are finally here, I just want to enjoy the ride.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;       Well, either way I'll be gone. Keep me in your prayers as well as my baby home here. Wonderful things can happen if you believe and are willing to work for them and wait for the right time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;       Here are some recent pictures! I love you all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Soc0j12it-I/AAAAAAAABFg/6BeTX_rZJag/s1600-h/P1010022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Soc0j12it-I/AAAAAAAABFg/6BeTX_rZJag/s400/P1010022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370318871018518498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Soc0aCFIGSI/AAAAAAAABFY/ttbUyRtukAs/s1600-h/P1010021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Soc0aCFIGSI/AAAAAAAABFY/ttbUyRtukAs/s400/P1010021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370318702502222114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Soc0SENi10I/AAAAAAAABFQ/aunEogNR6Js/s1600-h/P1010029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Soc0SENi10I/AAAAAAAABFQ/aunEogNR6Js/s400/P1010029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370318565635446594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Soc0M2nTUJI/AAAAAAAABFI/n3UjDOT600o/s1600-h/P1010031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Soc0M2nTUJI/AAAAAAAABFI/n3UjDOT600o/s400/P1010031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370318476086038674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Soc0Fu35zDI/AAAAAAAABFA/gHxYNJFBAOs/s1600-h/P1010033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Soc0Fu35zDI/AAAAAAAABFA/gHxYNJFBAOs/s400/P1010033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370318353749101618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-2610448734517361498?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/2610448734517361498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=2610448734517361498&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/2610448734517361498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/2610448734517361498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/08/traveling-tomorrow.html' title='Traveling tomorrow'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Soc0j12it-I/AAAAAAAABFg/6BeTX_rZJag/s72-c/P1010022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-8753183884192321075</id><published>2009-08-07T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:34:07.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Hi! I'm here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear wonderful friends,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;           It's past 2 AM and I just came back from a bible class. My eyes are hurting since I haven't had a rest day since June, my mind is racing from everything that is happening, but somehow I miss you. I haven't posted for a while due to lack of time and lack of internet for the past week, for all of you dear friends that like to come here for a visit sometime, I have only one thing to say to you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;           I know that so many things are changing drastically and we're all pretty unstable and unsure of what will come just beyond this bend in the road. Please, just hang in there. Don't leave me alone in this crazy change journey. I want to go the distance and make it count. I want to see the end of it and know that it was worth the while, in fact, that is was worth investing my life. I need you! Stay with me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;            Well, that being said. Here are some pictures of us. First the pictures I took of my son, and then the pictures he took of me (which he told me how to pose and all...he's pretty good).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;            Catch you around...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sn0M5RHmHUI/AAAAAAAABE4/ptG45TlA440/s1600-h/P1010056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sn0M5RHmHUI/AAAAAAAABE4/ptG45TlA440/s400/P1010056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367460508882836802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sn0MqksvEBI/AAAAAAAABEw/M4-_OMkqdvo/s1600-h/P1010047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sn0MqksvEBI/AAAAAAAABEw/M4-_OMkqdvo/s400/P1010047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367460256440848402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sn0MesDJxII/AAAAAAAABEo/0kdM3fC9Za4/s1600-h/P1010054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sn0MesDJxII/AAAAAAAABEo/0kdM3fC9Za4/s400/P1010054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367460052255491202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sn0MXJjZp5I/AAAAAAAABEg/ZhprzaX9wUE/s1600-h/P1010050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sn0MXJjZp5I/AAAAAAAABEg/ZhprzaX9wUE/s400/P1010050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367459922736424850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sn0MKXKO3CI/AAAAAAAABEY/tKtUiLbqNaQ/s1600-h/P1010052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sn0MKXKO3CI/AAAAAAAABEY/tKtUiLbqNaQ/s400/P1010052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367459703050656802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sn0L-iymTYI/AAAAAAAABEQ/hSwCbYX1zpI/s1600-h/P1010053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sn0L-iymTYI/AAAAAAAABEQ/hSwCbYX1zpI/s400/P1010053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367459500014325122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-8753183884192321075?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/8753183884192321075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=8753183884192321075&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8753183884192321075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8753183884192321075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-im-here.html' title='Hi! I&apos;m here...'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sn0M5RHmHUI/AAAAAAAABE4/ptG45TlA440/s72-c/P1010056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-4681938365387668270</id><published>2009-07-16T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:08:47.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new home'/><title type='text'>Thoughts on the "new home opening"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sl_BCAuKHLI/AAAAAAAABEI/XZPHrhAgees/s1600-h/P1010045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sl_BCAuKHLI/AAAAAAAABEI/XZPHrhAgees/s400/P1010045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359214321891679410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I catch myself thinking: “what the …. am I doing?” It was like a snowball. First the push, then the idea carries on, the it starts actually happening, and now SOMETHING is gonna happen whether I like it or not. It’s almost getting out of control. Well, I could right now say: “Stop, it’s over! I think maybe we should really think about this…etc” But why? It’s better to fail in something you love, then to succeed in something you hate, and when it comes down to it…who said we’ll fail? Well, I’m pretty honest and blunt and I know there are plenty of people who are just watching and waiting and placing their bets on either, the success or the failure in this new crazy venture. But I know God is playing for keeps, and I’m really trying hard to follow Him, though it’s almost leaving the limits of my faith. I guess one thing that comforts me is that God doesn’t see success like we do. Success in the Lords service is the love we give, the souls we win, the disciples we train and if we keep the faith until the end. That we’ll do, oh yeah, you can bet your boots. We’re all young, we’re all pretty inexperienced in this new venture of “opening a home from complete scratch” and some of us don’t really even know each other that well (or at all) but the Lord told us that this is what he wanted us to do, so He’ll have to take care of the part of uniting us as one, giving us the plan of attack, supplying our needs and the needs of our children, and taking us higher. I’m still young and can still allow myself some risks, especially if my final purpose is the mission of spreading the gospel, so let’s just keep rolling. Am I scared? To death! Will I stop? Not today! (And don’t ask me tomorrow) “We just have to keep moving, till we get to our heavenly home”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-4681938365387668270?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/4681938365387668270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=4681938365387668270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/4681938365387668270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/4681938365387668270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/07/thoughts-on-new-home-opening.html' title='Thoughts on the &quot;new home opening&quot;'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sl_BCAuKHLI/AAAAAAAABEI/XZPHrhAgees/s72-c/P1010045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-267370996973762054</id><published>2009-07-06T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:23:25.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>The Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlLIZMb4zdI/AAAAAAAABDg/w4A9eDRQ1A0/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlLIZMb4zdI/AAAAAAAABDg/w4A9eDRQ1A0/s400/P1010019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355563242057420242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's very difficult to find the balance between living for the moment and living for the future. The future was something that never really scared me until recently. I think it started sometime during last year and through my 26th birthday and on. I don't know if it's the fact that I'm getting closer to 30, or the fact that my son is 6, or the fact that I'm actually paying my own rent and bills, or the fact that I might live until I'm 75, or the fact that I have no idea where I'll be in 10 years when my son is 16 and starts freaking out on me, or the fact that I'm getting wrinkles in the eyes, or maybe just the fact that I'm taking all my decisions to another level of soberness and meditation...oh God...my thoughts and questions and even doubts hunt me trying to make me stop. Stop what? Stop moving forward to the goals I made and the future. What future??? Well, that's something I don't know, but God does. One has got to believe in God in order to make it through life in one piece. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All I can do is pray: "Dear Jesus, I know that while You're probably laughing at my stupid worries and fears, You also know how real they are to a little girl like me with such high ambitions, but just weak faith. I know that my life has been a set of miracles since the day I was concieved, and especially during the past 4 years. The greatest miracle has been how You managed to pull me out of the dark pit of despair to start my life again somehow, and make it better. And how You're pushing me to new horizons, when sometimes I don't even know if they are really there. Jesus, whatever it is that You're doing...keep doing it! Just keep me moving, keep me believing and keep me praying. The future scares me, but You don't scare me one bit, because You have always been faithful and true. If change means You, my love, take me to Your arms and truly give me the ride of my life. Help me out here".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-267370996973762054?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/267370996973762054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=267370996973762054&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/267370996973762054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/267370996973762054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/07/future.html' title='The Future'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlLIZMb4zdI/AAAAAAAABDg/w4A9eDRQ1A0/s72-c/P1010019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-1471230658708339247</id><published>2009-07-01T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:52:37.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Home alone!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tonight we have been oficially here in the new house for exactly one week. All I have to say is..."home alone". Actually, that is NOT all I have to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man, first I was gonna say..."We said we were gonna do it, and we did it", but I'll take that back one million times over. Instead I'll say: "He said we were gonna do it, and we did...or He did". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, we're here. The home has been open, the team is arriving and anything wonderful can happen. The big question is "what"? I won't lie when I say that all the changes the Family is undergoing don't scare me quite a bit, especially because I don't know how they will affect us directly in our new venture and in our personal lives, but all I can do is hang on, keep the vision and pray for the best.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is our team for you (missing Miguel and Caco). Please lay hands on us in the Spirit and pray for the anointing of the Holy Spirit to do the impossible in this huge city. It's time!!! Now is the hour!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SkwenL7U49I/AAAAAAAABDY/iBm0o9xFCSA/s1600-h/P1010038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SkwenL7U49I/AAAAAAAABDY/iBm0o9xFCSA/s400/P1010038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353687715602031570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of our first meals in the new house:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Skwd4EVX-lI/AAAAAAAABDQ/OZa2auMLkns/s1600-h/P1010052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Skwd4EVX-lI/AAAAAAAABDQ/OZa2auMLkns/s400/P1010052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353686906109950546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During one of our many trips:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SkwdVqV6wEI/AAAAAAAABDI/RkDikR8g5HE/s1600-h/P1010039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SkwdVqV6wEI/AAAAAAAABDI/RkDikR8g5HE/s400/P1010039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353686315017355330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-1471230658708339247?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/1471230658708339247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=1471230658708339247&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/1471230658708339247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/1471230658708339247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-alone.html' title='Home alone!!!'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SkwenL7U49I/AAAAAAAABDY/iBm0o9xFCSA/s72-c/P1010038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-5794749624307687534</id><published>2009-06-15T18:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:45:29.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>A New Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=bronze&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/cfa65514-68c2-42ba-92ff-4b9902699264&amp;amp;theName=Its OK&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;amp;objectid=cfa65514-68c2-42ba-92ff-4b9902699264"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/cfa65514-68c2-42ba-92ff-4b9902699264/Its-OK/?widget=flash_player_esnips_bronze"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;amp;cid=player_dna&amp;amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sitting here with you today,&lt;br /&gt;There’s such so much I want to say&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been so far away&lt;br /&gt;So busy with the day to day&lt;br /&gt;I see you coming now&lt;br /&gt;You’re heavy but you wear a crown &lt;br /&gt;You gave for so, so long&lt;br /&gt;In weakness you were made strong&lt;br /&gt;It’s Ok, it’s alright&lt;br /&gt;I will hold you oh so tight&lt;br /&gt;You will fly, you will soar&lt;br /&gt;See the universe and more&lt;br /&gt;Just be still, cuz you will&lt;br /&gt;See My promises fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be fine and you’ll know when it’s time.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for so, so long so if what I promised would come true&lt;br /&gt;Not really knowing if it’s true or if it applies to you&lt;br /&gt;Always waiting, always praying for strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;But the waiting, Its Over, its time to shine on&lt;br /&gt;Lighting strikes, through the sky&lt;br /&gt;To remind you you are mine&lt;br /&gt;Just believe you are free&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll never, ever die&lt;br /&gt;You can try, you can fail&lt;br /&gt;But you’re never lose to Me&lt;br /&gt;You will win, then you’ll come home to Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.........................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hi everybody. It's been a while since I get a new song, so you can imagine how happy I was to finally get his yesterday. I actually had time to record this since my son was out with my brothers watching a soccer game, and I had like 2 hours for myself. I think it's the first time I recorded in my little set up this year. Hopefully I'll have more down the line after the move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love you all...enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PS: It's Jesus speaking to you... &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/7888446835544946529-5794749624307687534?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/5794749624307687534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=5794749624307687534&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/5794749624307687534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/5794749624307687534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/06/it.html' title='A New Song'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-4318314513642509181</id><published>2009-06-11T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:10:29.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>12 de Junho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SjHjL3Y7_CI/AAAAAAAABDA/-I-qGryMc2E/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SjHjL3Y7_CI/AAAAAAAABDA/-I-qGryMc2E/s400/P1010011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346304025652100130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I used to write a lot about love in my little blog. I don't know if it was because I was really trying to make peace with love and everything it had done to me, or because I actually felt love being reborn in my heart and life through the loss and heartbreak. I also used to write about freedom! I guess I used to write about a lot of deep stuff...and it was nice. I like writing, almost as much as I like composing, but not as much as I like having a really good time talking to really good friend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's 2AM on the 12th of June, and here in Brasil it's "lover's day" so I felt like writing about it. But as much as I try, I just don't feel romantic and I just can't fake words that don't come from within. I think I'm more in the "practical" phase of my life where I don't really analyze and talk much, but I just take calculated risks and stay on the move. "Romantic" love is not exactly in my list of priorities and I'm in fact fighting against it in my own way, and I'm feeling kind of guilty about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, maybe I should just shut up! I try very hard to not write nonsense in this blog and waist somebody's precious time. Time is something that most of us don't have much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what I want to say: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The 12th of June is just a day like any other, and you can love someone today, just like you can love someone at any other time of the year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What makes life special are not the special dates, but the special people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feelings are not so important...but man, it's so wonderful to have those feelings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whether you're young or old, we are all the same age when it comes to love, because we never learn, and it's always an adventure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Carinho" is a word I don't really know how to translate to English, but I still think that you should give more "carinho". It just feels good!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace out! I'm sorry for a sloppy post!! I love you all so much!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feliz dia dos namorados. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-4318314513642509181?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/4318314513642509181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=4318314513642509181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/4318314513642509181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/4318314513642509181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/06/12-de-junho.html' title='12 de Junho'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SjHjL3Y7_CI/AAAAAAAABDA/-I-qGryMc2E/s72-c/P1010011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-8813498233508484614</id><published>2009-06-08T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:53:27.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>58 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had an experience today. I was resting, so I took some time to watch some clips online of Christian/devocional songs and just enjoy the music and think of Jesus. For some unknown reason, one of the songs made me cry, and once I started crying and couldn't stop. I felt kind of good to cry, but I didn't know exactly why I was crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I laid in my bed a little sad and I started missing my dad. My dad died when I was 9, so it's quite a while ago and not something that gets me down these days, but today I was really missing him and thinking about visiting his grave sometime (I've never gone there since he was buried in Argentina and I haven't gone back since we left). I just felt like I was missing something so when I prayed about it, Jesus told me that I was missing heaven and the people here, and how I'm always gonna feel this emptyness until I arrived home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But later on that afternoon I checked my mail and got a message from my brother and I realized what it was all about. Today is my dad's birthday. I never forget his birthday, but because of everything that's going on in my life right now, my mind hasn't stopped, besides I was planning my son's birthday in two days, so I had totally forgotten about anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At first I felt really bad about forgetting his birthday, but then I realized that he was right here with me and that's why I got all those mixed feelings. He was trying to remind me of his birthday, so that I wouldn't feel bad later about forgetting, ha! Besides, he just wanted to remind that he's still around and helping me, especially in this new phase of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you Papito! You will always be my hero! I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 58th birthday. &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/7888446835544946529-8813498233508484614?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/8813498233508484614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=8813498233508484614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8813498233508484614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8813498233508484614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/06/58-years.html' title='58 years'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-8284232343739911209</id><published>2009-06-06T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T06:50:51.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>What I've been up to!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sisj-trHlmI/AAAAAAAABC4/138opOSw1f4/s1600-h/P1010034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sisj-trHlmI/AAAAAAAABC4/138opOSw1f4/s400/P1010034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344404943124534882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hi guys! Long time I don't post. I guess you understand that it's because I've been pretty busy, but let me give you an update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These past weeks we have continued fundraising, witnessing, organizing and following up on our sheep. Man...it feels so good to be up and moving again. It feels great to be putting the Lord on the spot and excepting Him to do the miracles...and then watching them do it. "Life of faith" takes on a whole new meaning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Lord has been working out a nice house for us, and maybe we'll be able to move in this month. I can't wait! I'm getting itchy everywhere...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Other then that: You can check out the pictures. My sister and I have been helping to record the "Feed my lambs" in portugues, besides everything else that's happening. I just came back from spending two days there, and we worked on 18 songs...but let me tell you. After a few hours in that little room, you start going crazy. I don't really know where it comes from, but I just get foolish as hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, we're almost done, TTL! Enjoy the pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love you!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sisgih5EkxI/AAAAAAAABCg/J778vefx-Pw/s1600-h/P1010038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sisgih5EkxI/AAAAAAAABCg/J778vefx-Pw/s400/P1010038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344401160390611730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SisgWwLBbcI/AAAAAAAABCY/zMd83Mtn5KE/s1600-h/P1010050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SisgWwLBbcI/AAAAAAAABCY/zMd83Mtn5KE/s400/P1010050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344400958065569218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SisfxlmEIwI/AAAAAAAABCQ/ifG3r-66LrE/s1600-h/P1010057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SisfxlmEIwI/AAAAAAAABCQ/ifG3r-66LrE/s400/P1010057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344400319571043074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SisfZp2DQsI/AAAAAAAABCI/sboEPDaZt4U/s1600-h/P1010061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SisfZp2DQsI/AAAAAAAABCI/sboEPDaZt4U/s400/P1010061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344399908394975938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SisfLk7vzgI/AAAAAAAABCA/OOBwnkyqTBo/s1600-h/S6302340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SisfLk7vzgI/AAAAAAAABCA/OOBwnkyqTBo/s400/S6302340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344399666558520834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SiseoNf-GUI/AAAAAAAABB4/XbcTdR1oVIo/s1600-h/S6302349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SiseoNf-GUI/AAAAAAAABB4/XbcTdR1oVIo/s400/S6302349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344399058972580162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-8284232343739911209?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/8284232343739911209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=8284232343739911209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8284232343739911209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8284232343739911209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-ive-been-up-to.html' title='What I&apos;ve been up to!'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sisj-trHlmI/AAAAAAAABC4/138opOSw1f4/s72-c/P1010034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-5452860278771194738</id><published>2009-05-26T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:21:37.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Give a warm welcome to BR061</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After 3 months in the sea of uncertanties walking on the water by faith...the clouds started to move back and we can see the stars and they are guiding us in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new home is being born...an offensive BABY!!!!! Our baby!!!!! Click on the pages to see them larger...just a little update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ShxM92-CC-I/AAAAAAAABBw/F0dapS645gc/s1600-h/pg1english.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ShxM92-CC-I/AAAAAAAABBw/F0dapS645gc/s400/pg1english.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340227883765992418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ShxL81VoAOI/AAAAAAAABBo/vmeJwJTtu5w/s1600-h/pg2english.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ShxL81VoAOI/AAAAAAAABBo/vmeJwJTtu5w/s400/pg2english.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340226766636581090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like a baby being born&lt;br /&gt;like the sun after the storm&lt;br /&gt;this is the story of our lives&lt;br /&gt;every tear that we have shed&lt;br /&gt;was the pathway which has led us to this point of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/63f4aeae-e502-4b5a-931e-b87de7b9b5fc/Story-of-our-lives"&gt;(Click to listen)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sail on to where the river opens right out to the sea&lt;br /&gt;and then I'll lose my oars to the mighty ocean&lt;br /&gt;there to give my soul&lt;br /&gt;never to come back to the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/63f4aeae-e502-4b5a-931e-b87de7b9b5fc/Story-of-our-lives"&gt;(Click to listen)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep praying....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-5452860278771194738?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/5452860278771194738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=5452860278771194738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/5452860278771194738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/5452860278771194738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/05/give-warm-welcome-to-br061.html' title='Give a warm welcome to BR061'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ShxM92-CC-I/AAAAAAAABBw/F0dapS645gc/s72-c/pg1english.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-7889671333407631391</id><published>2009-05-22T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:44:39.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prophecy'/><title type='text'>The Wind will come</title><content type='html'>Tonight is a very different night. I'm actually sitting here at 9:30, showered and fresh, with some hot tea, my hair down and comfortable clothes...and there's silence. It's hard to find these moments because things have been hectic since the big wave of change knocked itself in my beach. Nights are always either full of meetings, meetings, planning, bible classes, etc...but tonight my team is out at a bible class and I'm home. It feels great! I little time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading today through the many prophecies the Lord gave me since this time of change started, and this one really stuck out to me and I wanted to share it with you. I hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzsGzyZlWvg/ShdFVSQaqUI/AAAAAAAAADM/XIZnUk24fg0/s1600-h/sail.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzsGzyZlWvg/ShdFVSQaqUI/AAAAAAAAADM/XIZnUk24fg0/s320/sail.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338812115251276098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Only believe! My wind is quiet for a little while, while you’re there waiting and expecting something to happen, to move you…but nothing happens and you start to despair. My love, I promised that I would send the wind. I promised that I would blow you far, far away to your dreams of fulfillment. So while everything is quiet, prepare for war. In peaceful silence, but knowing that the battle is coming and you’ll have to fight it with my power. You have plans to enter into the very gates of hell and release the victims that lie therein, so the devil wants to deceive you that nothing is happening, that all is quiet, that the wind won’t blow and you’ll be lost at sea. Oh no, don’t believe him. The harvest is plenteous and laborers are few, so for those laborers that are willing to go, I will open the way, even if I have to part the red sea again. Go conquer, go far, and reach for the stars. You have so much to offer to this dying world, and I need you to give it. Hold on while it’s quiet, but leave the ship ready, for the wind will blow unexpectedly and you must be ready to catch the wave…and then you can just let it take you while you hold on and feel the wind and water splash on your face. I will take you there! I want to take you there…I need to take you there. Don’t despair and don’t settle down, but be ready for the wind…for it will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This is for all of you who feel like you're almost exploding inside, but nothing seems to be happening. Keep your ship ready and don't be weary in well doing, because when the wind blows, you best be ready to let it take you far, far away, with no fears or regret. What do you have to loose anyway? Your wind will come... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-7889671333407631391?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/7889671333407631391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=7889671333407631391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/7889671333407631391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/7889671333407631391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/05/tonight-is-very-different-night.html' title='The Wind will come'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzsGzyZlWvg/ShdFVSQaqUI/AAAAAAAAADM/XIZnUk24fg0/s72-c/sail.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-9156135975355631188</id><published>2009-05-16T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:11:33.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>gonna be alright</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sg-AM0-W9tI/AAAAAAAABBM/n57XpPKvEIw/s1600-h/100_9408+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336625041324308178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sg-AM0-W9tI/AAAAAAAABBM/n57XpPKvEIw/s400/100_9408+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christopher took this picture of me on Mother's day. It was at an event for 18-25 year olds, and even though I am already past that age, I found a way in there since I hadn't have fellowship with other family homes and seen my friends for over 5 months. My Mothers day had been busy working and busking and most people didn't even believe I was a mother so they didn't care to congratulate me, ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look pretty happy in the picture and the truth is that I was actually feeling like "everything is gonna be alright", so I was just enjoying my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried today. I wasn't expecting to cry, and it was wasn't because something happened, but I guess the whole reality of the situation is dawning on me and the fact that it's time to leave something I gave 3 years of my life to. It's like my heart is breaking, but I haven't felt it until tonight. Dad says that change is like death, and he's so right, and no matter how many times I do it, it always hurts to much. This next part of the journey will be the actual move in the physical, and not only in the vision, so it's gonna be the hardest part. Please continue praying for it! The Lord is doing great miracles, but I guess wonderful things come with heartaches. It's just he price of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/7888446835544946529-9156135975355631188?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/9156135975355631188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=9156135975355631188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/9156135975355631188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/9156135975355631188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/05/gonna-be-alright.html' title='gonna be alright'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sg-AM0-W9tI/AAAAAAAABBM/n57XpPKvEIw/s72-c/100_9408+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-3954650183044660124</id><published>2009-05-08T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:07:35.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>A quiet night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SgTk8UZi49I/AAAAAAAABBE/70tGOmn08jw/s1600-h/P1010005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SgTk8UZi49I/AAAAAAAABBE/70tGOmn08jw/s400/P1010005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333639583632647122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The house is very quiet right now. Most of the home is out so we had a nice quiet day at home. I decided to cook for a change (been a while) and it was quite relaxing. I made Lasagna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When everything is quiet, I get time to actually think about everything that's going on and I come to realize how totally crazy I am. It really doesn't make any sense, but it's what I know I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     This week I had lows and highs. Sometimes the pressure gets too much and I collapse and feel like it's not gonna work out, and then something happens...just like a little spark of hope to remind me that I'm not alone and that it's gonna be alright. The pieces are slowly falling into place for this new home the Lord is building, and we're kind of watching pretty amazed at what the Lord is doing. It's His masterpiece, so He's doing the hard part of staying awake at night planning, and arranging the most important details and maybe I should try to get a good night's sleep for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The adventure is just starting...and this one won't end so soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Happy birthday Gabe! You know you're one of my best friends, and I never even met you. (maybe that's why?) I love you tons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-3954650183044660124?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/3954650183044660124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=3954650183044660124&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3954650183044660124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3954650183044660124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/05/quiet-night.html' title='A quiet night'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SgTk8UZi49I/AAAAAAAABBE/70tGOmn08jw/s72-c/P1010005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-4780411548080850924</id><published>2009-05-02T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:54:19.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A colorful picture post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sfz4FTBu26I/AAAAAAAABA8/netF6AQ9IOo/s1600-h/P1010017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sfz4FTBu26I/AAAAAAAABA8/netF6AQ9IOo/s400/P1010017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331408828790397858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sfz3A5F8gbI/AAAAAAAABA0/OHBCzS3wF7w/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sfz3A5F8gbI/AAAAAAAABA0/OHBCzS3wF7w/s400/P1010008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331407653597643186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sfz14kFfSQI/AAAAAAAABAs/GjW_tl5uZsI/s1600-h/P1010042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sfz14kFfSQI/AAAAAAAABAs/GjW_tl5uZsI/s400/P1010042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331406411008002306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sfz1X10lLTI/AAAAAAAABAk/mSX-aLGEFF8/s1600-h/P1010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sfz1X10lLTI/AAAAAAAABAk/mSX-aLGEFF8/s400/P1010003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331405848833240370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sfz03Uzx5QI/AAAAAAAABAc/av9_ysPW8t8/s1600-h/P1010122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sfz03Uzx5QI/AAAAAAAABAc/av9_ysPW8t8/s400/P1010122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331405290215695618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SfzzQGwlZkI/AAAAAAAABAU/T8wIa6ub5y4/s1600-h/P1010044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SfzzQGwlZkI/AAAAAAAABAU/T8wIa6ub5y4/s400/P1010044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331403516917671490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SfzyzKJpyrI/AAAAAAAABAM/nSqtZyjVJAs/s1600-h/P1010045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SfzyzKJpyrI/AAAAAAAABAM/nSqtZyjVJAs/s400/P1010045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331403019611916978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sfzxa_Qe1JI/AAAAAAAABAE/1fJwNrnMkFM/s1600-h/P1010185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sfzxa_Qe1JI/AAAAAAAABAE/1fJwNrnMkFM/s400/P1010185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331401504859280530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sfzw0-OZ01I/AAAAAAAAA_8/54z1Bzd3DAA/s1600-h/P1010060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sfzw0-OZ01I/AAAAAAAAA_8/54z1Bzd3DAA/s400/P1010060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331400851747099474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SfzuxlykUEI/AAAAAAAAA_0/RaNFK-PNefg/s1600-h/P1010036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SfzuxlykUEI/AAAAAAAAA_0/RaNFK-PNefg/s400/P1010036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331398594625032258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-4780411548080850924?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/4780411548080850924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=4780411548080850924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/4780411548080850924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/4780411548080850924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/05/colorful-picture-post.html' title='A colorful picture post.'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sfz4FTBu26I/AAAAAAAABA8/netF6AQ9IOo/s72-c/P1010017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-2479283606839762564</id><published>2009-05-01T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T07:47:38.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>The roller-blades story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     My son loves his roller-blades. He's pretty good at it, and the Lord supplied these really nice ones for him, and he's got quite a talent (and no fear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This past month, with the "opening a new home" vision, I've been quite busy and singing on Sundays, so I haven't been able to have my faithful family days, so I decided to take a day off in the middle of the week to go to a nice park with my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That park is a little far, so I have to take a train. I packed a really nice picnic and off we were. Ok, now I was planning on having this really nice time with my son, but deep in my heart, I was really struggling with myself and the Lord due to some unpleastant circunstances that had recently developed. I was really knocked down spiritually and emotionally, and felt quite helpless and discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So...once we arrive at the park, I looked down and realised that I didn't have the roller-blades. I had forgotten them somewhere along the road. Now I felt really HORRIBLE! I knew it was my fault, because I had been thinking these negative thoughts all day instead and praying and praising. I knew that I would never be able to afford new roller-blades for him, and I knew that he would be extremely sad, because he loves them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sat down together and I was on the verge of tears, but decided to snap out of it and think straight. "Let's go back and try to find them" I told him. He was very brave about it and didn't cry, TTL. As we were walking back, I was explaining to him that in case we didn't find them, we should pray for another kid who needs one to find them, and that Jesus would supply him new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the train station and I explained the situation to the manager there, so he made a few calls, and then told me that I had forgotten them in the first station (like 40 minutes from here) and they were saving it for me. Man, that day I spent about 2 hours inside a train between going going back and forth, but I learned a few lessons while meditating in the train rides:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The bad things that happens to us are not the Lords fault bur our own, and the world we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just a mess, and we'll always be, so can't make a big deal about it when we mess up, but just snap out of it and think of a way to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves us so much, and whenever we mess up, He always finds a way to fix things for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't focus on our sins, because they'll always be there, but we have to know that Jesus can somehow use us despite them, and he'll never fail us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After that experience, I had a really good family day, and I've been in the victory since then, plus the Lord has been doing many miracles for us, and there are still many more to come. I'll be posting pictures in the next post. I love you all! Keep on believing, God answers prayer. Keep on believing, He's still up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-2479283606839762564?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/2479283606839762564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=2479283606839762564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/2479283606839762564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/2479283606839762564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/05/roller-blades-story.html' title='The roller-blades story'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-511998221681443593</id><published>2009-04-16T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T05:51:39.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Mão no volante</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last month we had a family reunion (just missing 1 sister...sob sob) at my mom's place. It's really great to get together and catch up. I hadn't seen my brother Ivan in almost 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;So we had a night where we just played and sang, and showed eachother our new compositions and stuff. Well, anyway, so I sang my latest song, and my brother filmed it. (Just cutting the first line off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The song is portuguese, and I'm gonna leave it as such, since that's the way it came. Maybe I'll record it one and make it sound really nice, but for now, it's a really simple filming, but at least you can hear the song. It expresses a lot of what I've been feeling since the beginning of the year. I'll post the words in English in another post, for all you interested! Beijos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nM2VLYz8n64&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nM2VLYz8n64&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando o dia passa tão devagar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu não vejo a hora de escapar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só por um segundo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sair deste mundo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ver o sol nascer&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço para o tempo não continuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;até meus pensamentos se encontrar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;achar uma saída&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;razão pra minha vida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ter um pouco de paz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando a areia brilha como cristal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;os meus pês descalços a caminhar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lá no oceano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pensando em quem amo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e não posso esperar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O meu coração bate dia a dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fazendo com seu som uma melodia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um choro de amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um grito de dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e uma oração&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como um sonho tão distante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coloco a mão no volante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e dirijo pra frente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pro futuro meu&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não olho pro meu relógio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;desligo meu celular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas te ligo avisando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando chegar ao céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguro a quinta marcha&lt;br /&gt;até chegar ao céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Left to right: Miguel (20) Me (26) Leilani (17) Martin (24) Ivan (30) Francisco (24) and the little guy is Mateus (10). Missing Clara (28). I love my family!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SefkyecGLoI/AAAAAAAAA_s/rE6_wGDgIvY/s1600-h/S6300750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SefkyecGLoI/AAAAAAAAA_s/rE6_wGDgIvY/s400/S6300750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325476640204402306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Keep praying for our new home. For the right team and for a huge explosion of the spirit in the form of supply, miracles, professionalism and NEW DISCIPLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-511998221681443593?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/511998221681443593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=511998221681443593&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/511998221681443593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/511998221681443593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/04/mao-no-volante.html' title='Mão no volante'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SefkyecGLoI/AAAAAAAAA_s/rE6_wGDgIvY/s72-c/S6300750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-348384095524468952</id><published>2009-04-05T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:16:36.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Wind's ardent kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SdkTqvR-QzI/AAAAAAAAA_k/l_eAkw_lXvk/s1600-h/S6300828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SdkTqvR-QzI/AAAAAAAAA_k/l_eAkw_lXvk/s400/S6300828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321306059682235186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Scary night, if I may say&lt;br /&gt;or maybe the fear of the coming day&lt;br /&gt;the uncertain; the unknown&lt;br /&gt;the dream of having a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may, let me dream&lt;br /&gt;let me face the fiercest foe&lt;br /&gt;even if my dreams are lies&lt;br /&gt;I dared to try; I dared to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come with me now, if you dare&lt;br /&gt;my destiny is that certain somewhere&lt;br /&gt;where love is true and hearts are clean&lt;br /&gt;where we risk our everything&lt;br /&gt;to accomplish the highest goal&lt;br /&gt;to never quit until we know&lt;br /&gt;we tried and bled and gave our all&lt;br /&gt;to meet our fate and heed our call&lt;br /&gt;the fear is there, but so is bliss&lt;br /&gt;enjoying the wind's ardent kiss&lt;br /&gt;kiss me softly; kiss me strong&lt;br /&gt;but just don't let it take long&lt;br /&gt;take me to where I have to go&lt;br /&gt;once I get there I'll know&lt;br /&gt;that this is what my soul desires&lt;br /&gt;and where burns the true fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love of  truth instead of lies&lt;br /&gt;the love of justice instead of war&lt;br /&gt;the love of freedom amplified&lt;br /&gt;the love of God above all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7888446835544946529-348384095524468952?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/348384095524468952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=348384095524468952&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/348384095524468952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/348384095524468952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/04/winds-ardent-kiss.html' title='Wind&apos;s ardent kiss'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SdkTqvR-QzI/AAAAAAAAA_k/l_eAkw_lXvk/s72-c/S6300828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-3207794281535877590</id><published>2009-03-26T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:04:32.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>News and changes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ScwrbcSZR3I/AAAAAAAAA_U/IWQtMFtLio0/s1600-h/P1010032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ScwrbcSZR3I/AAAAAAAAA_U/IWQtMFtLio0/s400/P1010032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317673010467522418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Climb every mountain, search high and low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Follow every byway, every path you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Climb every mountain, ford every stream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Follow every rainbow, till you find your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody! I've gotten a few emails from dear friends of mine who were a bit worried about me, since my last posts were kind of uncertain and it was hard to know what I was getting into.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I'll make it official now! Not to worry folks...I did have my fight of faith, but it's come out stronger through it all!&lt;br /&gt;I am embarking on a new adventure. The Spirit is blowing and I'm trying not to miss it. Right now what the Lord is leading me is to open a new home. I've pioneered several times and I love it, but I always had a back up or a strong team or some support, so this time it's really all by faith! But it's been great! As we "went" we are slowly seeing the Lord provide and work miracles. The vision the Lord gave me for this new "baby" is huge...but I'll leave to post about it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Scwu57Z5kqI/AAAAAAAAA_c/rHodYHtSuKA/s1600-h/F%C3%A9rias+janeiro+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Scwu57Z5kqI/AAAAAAAAA_c/rHodYHtSuKA/s400/F%C3%A9rias+janeiro+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317676832751456930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; another post. We (my partner and I - check out the pic) are still in the beginning stages, building the idea and looking for the team to join us, plus making a plan of support and taking care of the little sheep the Lord already laid on our path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy...but I love it! I'm scared, but I'm excited! There's gotta be more to life, no? It's gotta be a real LIFE OF FAITH, if not it's not worth it...at least not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7888446835544946529-3207794281535877590?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/3207794281535877590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=3207794281535877590&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3207794281535877590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3207794281535877590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/03/news-and-changes.html' title='News and changes!'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ScwrbcSZR3I/AAAAAAAAA_U/IWQtMFtLio0/s72-c/P1010032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-4315861706680896504</id><published>2009-03-20T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:52:54.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word quotes'/><title type='text'>Os pioneiros!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ScRjg70CmQI/AAAAAAAAA_M/L6hSSv3S5Fg/s1600-h/mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ScRjg70CmQI/AAAAAAAAA_M/L6hSSv3S5Fg/s400/mountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315482877666957570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Os pioneiros têm que ter visão, visão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; para ver o que ninguem mais v&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Os pioneiros têm que ter fé, fé para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; crer o que ninguem mais crê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pioneiros têm que ter iniciativa, iniciativa para ser o primeiro a tentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pioneiros têm que ter coragem, coragem para ter o peito de ir at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; o fim.&lt;br /&gt;.................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Você tambem ouve uma voz&lt;br /&gt;o seu chamado para lutar&lt;br /&gt;na guerra do bem contra o mal&lt;br /&gt;que só os valentes vão entrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....who's with me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-4315861706680896504?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/4315861706680896504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=4315861706680896504&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/4315861706680896504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/4315861706680896504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/03/os-pioneiros.html' title='Os pioneiros!!!'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ScRjg70CmQI/AAAAAAAAA_M/L6hSSv3S5Fg/s72-c/mountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-3233635671271221965</id><published>2009-03-07T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:48:48.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>SPARTANS</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IReMfvamQ28&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IReMfvamQ28&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to embark in one of the craziest thing I've even done in my life. Like walking to the end of the branch, and then cutting if off behind me or crossing the bridge to the unknown and burning the bridge behind me. Basically, putting my God on the spot and believing He will prove himself to me. If it's worth it to live by faith, then it's worth it to go all the way. And it's it worth it to believe in God, then it's worth it trust Him with your whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a spartan! Oh yeah!!!! (I think I'm going crazy, but at least my life is making sense again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se loucura é alegria e sanidade é dor, então viva a loucura, porque o mundo é pior".&lt;br /&gt;(If madness is happiness, and sanity is pain, then live sanity, because the world is much worse)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-3233635671271221965?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/3233635671271221965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=3233635671271221965&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3233635671271221965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3233635671271221965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/03/spartans.html' title='SPARTANS'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-3998449335056973863</id><published>2009-03-03T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:34:12.931-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>End-Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sa3ZBxh3tiI/AAAAAAAAA_E/S12UvJBthuI/s1600-h/amazing_sunsets-change_in_the_weather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sa3ZBxh3tiI/AAAAAAAAA_E/S12UvJBthuI/s400/amazing_sunsets-change_in_the_weather.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309138160238179874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Question: If something needs to end, does it mean it wasn't working?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: First of all, nothing ends...it only transforms to something else - usually something better. And the answer is no! It just means it had its time and now it's time for the new. You can continue hoping and believing, for another sunrise is just around the corner for those who keep their eyes open and looking to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;This post is for me. My life will be undergoing some "end-beginning" process once more, and though my heart may be say: "I believe, help my unbelief", my spirit just wants to let the wild wind blow me where my Master will. Prayers are much appreciated! I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-3998449335056973863?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/3998449335056973863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=3998449335056973863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3998449335056973863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3998449335056973863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/03/end-beginning.html' title='End-Beginning'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Sa3ZBxh3tiI/AAAAAAAAA_E/S12UvJBthuI/s72-c/amazing_sunsets-change_in_the_weather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-421283012557000926</id><published>2009-03-01T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:51:39.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prophecy'/><title type='text'>Remember Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SasBcN7dajI/AAAAAAAAA-8/entLMp6rp0U/s1600-h/images.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SasBcN7dajI/AAAAAAAAA-8/entLMp6rp0U/s400/images.php.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308338170073279026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I know you want to reach a goal, a higher purpose and carve your name in the stones of earth as someone who live and made a difference. But remember that here in heaven you already have your name carved and you're making a difference in ways you can't even imagine. Remember the things that really matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(49, 132, 155);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-421283012557000926?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/421283012557000926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=421283012557000926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/421283012557000926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/421283012557000926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/03/remember-me.html' title='Remember Me'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SasBcN7dajI/AAAAAAAAA-8/entLMp6rp0U/s72-c/images.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-8319376106423895850</id><published>2009-02-26T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:17:37.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Feast meditations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our home had the Feast quite early this year, before most of the homes, so I'm having to hold my Feast post for the past 2 weeks and I can't hold it anymore. I have to admit that this Feast was probably the hardest of my life and I'm still getting over the shock of if all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First I felt anger, the regret, then fear, then hopelessness and many other emotions in between. After we read the first GN, I ran to my little studio-room and cried for about 15 minutes. I don't really know why, but I just cried and felt very comfused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wasn't able to absorve anything else after that since I had to get answers to the questions of my heart first, so the second day I packed my backpack with some stuff, and went on a mini pilgrimage to find peace and decide the rest of my life. I believe most of you went through the same thing I did, so I won't go into detail of describing what I was thinking, since you probably felt the same thing, but I will only tell you about some answers I got in the quietness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I asked my heart some questions. I took a paper to write it down and sat on the grass beside a lake with nature around me. Here's what I wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Question: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What matters in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307124529681245074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SaaxpDJpo5I/AAAAAAAAA-0/y0ev5kjuAik/s400/matterlife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Answer: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dedication to your cause; finding the essence of who you are; going always forward, never backwards; finding out what makes you happy; friendship; eternity; building something; having a home; life is short...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I know this probably doesn't make much sense to you, but I had to discover what really mattered for me, to know where I would invest the rest of my life)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Question: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What brings happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307124014686800226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SaaxLEpaCWI/AAAAAAAAA-s/iDzlbCdqS-4/s400/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Answer: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Simplicity; dancing in the wind; children; laughter; discovering new things; knowing where you're going; bouncing back; acceptance; life; loving like a child; to be loved and cared for; memories; youth; tight hugs; seeing the veiw of both sides of the road when you're driving in the country; the ocean waves under you; putting the flag on top of the mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quesion: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is time?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307123662479423154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/Saaw2kkn9rI/AAAAAAAAA-k/C1bK70T8igc/s400/Time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Answer: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nothing; fickle; gone forever; barely enough; only enough for the really important things; is never mine; the one that always escapes; waiting; madness; speed; noise; movement; hours and minutes; tick tack; the clock is ticking; birthdays; heart acceleration; air; a stone in our brain; trouble; distraction; hope; everything we've got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Question: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where to now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;( the big question)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307122958903130130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 438px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SaawNni9uBI/AAAAAAAAA-c/EArC4F8YM8w/s400/life1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Answer: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Forward; higher; to the future; to forever; to the skies; to learn to swim; to heaven; to "no fears"; to growing up; to something better; to understand; to the end of the world; to light; to youth; to medals; to new beginnings; to win; to never regret; to diving in the cold ocean; to my dreams; to my God; to myelf; to peace, real peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These were my meditations, and they helped me to understand that what I really want deep inside, I can still find it in the Lords service. My thoughts haven't stopped and I still consider lots of crazy things to do, but I found peace with myself and with my God. So I'll keep going!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-8319376106423895850?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/8319376106423895850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=8319376106423895850&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8319376106423895850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8319376106423895850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/02/feast-thoughts.html' title='Feast meditations'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SaaxpDJpo5I/AAAAAAAAA-0/y0ev5kjuAik/s72-c/matterlife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-4591302209871734830</id><published>2009-02-18T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:58:42.876-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday, dear Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I read these 3 quotes today and they really stood to me. I think they are part of the essence of the Family and they will be taking an even greater meaning for us in the days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Take that word “life” and turn it over and over and press it and try to measure it, and see what it will yield. Eternal life… comprises everything the heart can yearn after.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;We will a thousand times sooner die trusting only in our God than live trusting in man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;The callings of God are without repentance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-4591302209871734830?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/4591302209871734830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=4591302209871734830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/4591302209871734830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/4591302209871734830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/02/take-that-word-life-and-turn-it-over.html' title='Happy birthday, dear Family'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-8836290915585546232</id><published>2009-02-14T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:43:49.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentines day - Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SZdkv8m2ppI/AAAAAAAAA-M/kfNammvfy-k/s1600-h/jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SZdkv8m2ppI/AAAAAAAAA-M/kfNammvfy-k/s400/jesus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302817861137770130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines day, dear Jesus. You are and will always be the true and eternal love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SZdi7kwlW8I/AAAAAAAAA90/AwqkzFK6vWE/s1600-h/P1010049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SZdi7kwlW8I/AAAAAAAAA90/AwqkzFK6vWE/s400/P1010049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302815861871303618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-8836290915585546232?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/8836290915585546232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=8836290915585546232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8836290915585546232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8836290915585546232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-jesus.html' title='Happy Valentines day - Jesus'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SZdkv8m2ppI/AAAAAAAAA-M/kfNammvfy-k/s72-c/jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-848682373014158822</id><published>2009-02-11T13:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:20:00.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family'/><title type='text'>Happy 17 - Leilanita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SZM92_iXPiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/pPZeM1emLPE/s1600-h/Leilani+mato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SZM92_iXPiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/pPZeM1emLPE/s400/Leilani+mato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301649201322999330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Before my dad passed away, we were the perfect family...I thought so. Because all of us 7 brothers and sisters were exactly 2 years apart for a few month each year. All os us (including my mom and dad) where different sunsigns. We had almost everything: Gemini, Capricorn, Scorpio, Virgo, Aquarious, Aries, Leo, Taurus...and this little girl was suppose to carry on the cycle. Finally a girl, after 3 boys straight. Hmmm...well, she already started wrong by arriving at my mother belly a year late. Ok, 3 years apart instead of 2...my mom was getting older so we have to cut her some slack. But then, when she was suppose to wait a while and be born a pisces and be different, she decided to COPY ME!!!!! Ah, que chato! All aquarians like to be original and to be the only one her kind, but she had to intrude my sunsign by being born the 11-02-92 (the year my dad passed away).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SZM9w8LB0bI/AAAAAAAAA9c/raN-RpbnxNE/s1600-h/Leilanineve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SZM9w8LB0bI/AAAAAAAAA9c/raN-RpbnxNE/s400/Leilanineve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301649097340604850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then...my mom decides to call her "Ana Vitoria" (A name we all hated, but mothers are mothers). Thank the Lord for my Gramma who also hated that name and my sister and I convinced her to call her &lt;a href="http://www.wvu.edu/%7Emcnair/Photoalbums/Campus/pittsburgh05/photos/photo43.html"&gt;Leilani&lt;/a&gt;. (Check the link) When I come to think about her...she also copied my name (Flor) and many things she does reminds me a lot of me...little, little girl.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday - Leilanita! &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweet_Leilani"&gt;Sweet Leilani&lt;/a&gt; heavenly flower. What I pray this year for you is that you'll just decide to give your life to Jesus all the way and forever. That you'll sing from your heart to touch other's hearts and that you'll find that Jesus is the only one that can satisfy your crazy aquarian spirit. I hope you can at least learn from my horrible mistakes instead of having to make them yourself...and be used mightly by Jesus. It's not stupid to give what you can't keep, for a love that you will never use. Parabens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SZM9pDU-KSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iHAFiB_tx18/s1600-h/Leilani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SZM9pDU-KSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iHAFiB_tx18/s400/Leilani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301648961822402850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-848682373014158822?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/848682373014158822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=848682373014158822&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/848682373014158822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/848682373014158822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-17-leilanita.html' title='Happy 17 - Leilanita'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SZM92_iXPiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/pPZeM1emLPE/s72-c/Leilani+mato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-9120807794749700356</id><published>2009-02-04T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:12:32.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Aquarian Woman - Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;Quite a few of my friends just had their birthday or are having it in the next few days. A bunch of aquarious woman to spice up the world. They are each special and different. From a mother of 13 children who looks like she's 25 (Ester - of Martin) to a crazy 17 year old little teenage who is enjoying her stay across the ocean and living her life like a true nature child (my sister, Leilani). My ex PMA student Cristal, one of the sweetest people I know; Cristal of Tod, sem palavras, Sara in Lebanon and Tina on her way to Lebanon too. Danielle of Oliver in Canada (I think), Jubis, Nana and so many more that I can't think of on the top of my head here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can remember of each of my aquarious girl friends is that they are ALL DIFFERENT. Being an aquarian woman myself, I get amazed at how I can never figure myself out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, all of you. I love you all tons and I pray that this new year of Ofensive will bring you untold adventures, love, excitment and whatever your unpredictable heart desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out aquarian woman &lt;a href="http://worldthrumyeyes.wordpress.com/2006/12/31/an-aquarian-woman/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to finalize...the clip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EhbxI5eVnM4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EhbxI5eVnM4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-9120807794749700356?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/9120807794749700356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=9120807794749700356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/9120807794749700356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/9120807794749700356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/02/aquarian-woman-happy-birthday.html' title='Aquarian Woman - Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-8055934293535642937</id><published>2009-01-30T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:17:13.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>My birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SYOHtnLrRLI/AAAAAAAAA9M/eLyGVni9lSA/s1600-h/P1010182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SYOHtnLrRLI/AAAAAAAAA9M/eLyGVni9lSA/s400/P1010182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297226804399654066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today I turn 26. Yesterday I was body boarding at the beach at "Praia Grande" so I finally came to the conclusion that I'm not getting old after all...in fact, I'm younger than ever and I have lots of life to give and spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...that out of the way, I don't really have that much to say for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank each and everyone of you who sent me little notes for my birthday and said a little prayer for me. I love you all very much! You are my family and I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for this year that past. I'm thankful for my son's health, for the challenges I faced, for the training I got, for the love I recieved, for the goals I reached, and for the continued confirmation that I'm really giving my life for the right cause. I get older and I question my life...but Jesus somehow finds a way to show me that I'm going in the right direction and I have to just keep it up by faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all! Thank you for being my friends and my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-8055934293535642937?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/8055934293535642937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=8055934293535642937&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8055934293535642937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8055934293535642937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SYOHtnLrRLI/AAAAAAAAA9M/eLyGVni9lSA/s72-c/P1010182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-7951474671394164785</id><published>2009-01-14T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T06:04:18.541-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Sail on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SW3w2KyVpSI/AAAAAAAAA8U/bm4pKzsj0YE/s1600-h/sail_on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SW3w2KyVpSI/AAAAAAAAA8U/bm4pKzsj0YE/s400/sail_on.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291149950629291298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=silver&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/402a2471-85f3-458d-887a-afa16bc4cf74&amp;amp;theName=Sail on&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" width="328" height="94"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; padding-left: 2px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold;" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;amp;objectid=402a2471-85f3-458d-887a-afa16bc4cf74"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 7px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/402a2471-85f3-458d-887a-afa16bc4cf74/Sail-on/?widget=flash_player_esnips_silver"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 7px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;amp;cid=player_dna&amp;amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looking at the sun away in the horizon&lt;br /&gt;Shades of a blue and yellow hue&lt;br /&gt;I know what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of everything that I will leave behind&lt;br /&gt;knowing it will take me a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;following it's trail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that the prize to gain is so much more&lt;br /&gt;than anything that I have known before&lt;br /&gt;I will go away from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sail on to where the river opens right out to the sea&lt;br /&gt;and then I'll lose my oars to the mighty ocean&lt;br /&gt;there to give my soul&lt;br /&gt;never to come back to the shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying, though the reason I really don't know&lt;br /&gt;it could be for sorrow or for joy&lt;br /&gt;but soon the tears will be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing, cause I have become one with the wind&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be coming back again&lt;br /&gt;I will go away from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the celestial glow&lt;br /&gt;where it's gonna take me I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Storms and sunny morning will great me&lt;br /&gt;but my broken heart will be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-7951474671394164785?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/7951474671394164785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=7951474671394164785&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/7951474671394164785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/7951474671394164785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/01/sail-on.html' title='Sail on'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SW3w2KyVpSI/AAAAAAAAA8U/bm4pKzsj0YE/s72-c/sail_on.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-2808446249832749702</id><published>2009-01-11T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:52:25.012-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ricardo'/><title type='text'>You'll be in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zxiH8xia-no&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zxiH8xia-no&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;This is just a little post for you to know what I'm thinking about. My son is traveling and having a great time...but I miss him, of course. He's always on my heart. Can't get enough of his cute faces. I love you, my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SWqTFYGjcQI/AAAAAAAAA7s/V9tAMyTnKxA/s1600-h/DSCF1282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SWqTFYGjcQI/AAAAAAAAA7s/V9tAMyTnKxA/s400/DSCF1282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290202432878637314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SWqSsGRcsmI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Fc3MivrK7Og/s1600-h/DSCF1461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SWqSsGRcsmI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Fc3MivrK7Og/s400/DSCF1461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290201998595764834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-2808446249832749702?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/2808446249832749702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=2808446249832749702&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/2808446249832749702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/2808446249832749702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2009/01/youll-be-in-my-heart.html' title='You&apos;ll be in my heart'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SWqTFYGjcQI/AAAAAAAAA7s/V9tAMyTnKxA/s72-c/DSCF1282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-6374069813836946973</id><published>2008-12-31T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:56:43.592-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Happy new years!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dear Friends, mates, co-workers, acquaintances and strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to leave you a message for the New Years. Well, maybe I wanted to leave myself a message for the New Years, since everything I write in my blog - as much as the whole world may read it - I write it for myself, and once I write it down, I have to live up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how with each year the passes by, we get older and smarter but at the same time, we realize how we don't really know anything and there's still a universe for us to learn. All I can say is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Never close your mind to something new the Lord might drop on your lap, for it might be your heart desire wrapped in a different package.&lt;br /&gt;-Try to learn something different this year, and you'll see how your brain is still fresh as a little baby, and before you know you it, you'll gain a new skill that you'll not only enjoy immensely, but you'll use in your service for the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;-Take care of both your spirit and your body, especially if you're getting older, and you'll feel so much better.&lt;br /&gt;-Enjoy the children more. Actually, become like a child again! The world is so beautiful when seen through the eyes of a child.&lt;br /&gt;-Open up to love again. There have been so many broken relationships these past 3 years, but I've witnessed "newness of live spring forth and blossom like magic" in many hearts recently and I think all of us are being given a chance to try again - and make it right this time. So love.&lt;br /&gt;-Laugh a lot! Just laugh and laugh and laugh!&lt;br /&gt;-Keep your eyes on Jesus. He's your only steady rock and firm foundation, and your true friend and lover. He'll take you to places you never dreamed of...and to those you've dreamed of. Jesus is enough. Jesus will make this next year, with all the struggles and difficulties...worth it, like this last one was. Its always worth it to live for Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Pictures taken the 31-12-2008, on a beach outing with a small part of my family. I miss my other brothers and sisters. Love you all so much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SVvOOHMENkI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Z-dlvMJOTVY/s1600-h/P1010103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SVvOOHMENkI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Z-dlvMJOTVY/s400/P1010103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286045329492555330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SVvN-zWypuI/AAAAAAAAA7U/1cQFZAhpGvo/s1600-h/P1010101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SVvN-zWypuI/AAAAAAAAA7U/1cQFZAhpGvo/s400/P1010101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286045066470794978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SVvNyP0c81I/AAAAAAAAA7M/2xe6aw4DuvY/s1600-h/P1010107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SVvK-xsbNRI/AAAAAAAAA6E/OJw8ZGlNanU/s400/P1010140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286041767489778962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SVvKtCN2idI/AAAAAAAAA58/VO9k6LR-JNk/s1600-h/P1010141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SVvKtCN2idI/AAAAAAAAA58/VO9k6LR-JNk/s400/P1010141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286041462687304146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7888446835544946529-6374069813836946973?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/6374069813836946973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=6374069813836946973&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/6374069813836946973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/6374069813836946973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy new years!!!!!!'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SVvOOHMENkI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Z-dlvMJOTVY/s72-c/P1010103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-6544704932736072548</id><published>2008-12-21T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:13:50.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ricardo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witnessing'/><title type='text'>My Little Missionary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SU7Z8DT0fyI/AAAAAAAAA50/Gc2JTbLyN40/s1600-h/P1010139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SU7Z8DT0fyI/AAAAAAAAA50/Gc2JTbLyN40/s400/P1010139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282399038655987490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My little boy is extremely naughty, and the older he gets, the smarter and naughtier he gets. Its been starting to scare me. I remember when he was 3, it was the first time to prayed with someone to receive Jesus. I was so proud of him I could die happen then and there...but recently he was getting kind of bored and praying with people and developing the "star" syndrome, since he's the smallest of our Christmas choir and gets lots of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2 days ago we had a show that came out really well, TTL, and the lady in charge called Ricardo to the mic for an interview...this is how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How old are you: 5&lt;br /&gt;-You're not going to school yet, no?: I'm on vacation (he's really into the vacation thing)&lt;br /&gt;-where do you study?: At home!&lt;br /&gt;-Home?: Yeah, and I can read already&lt;br /&gt;-Who's your teacher: Uncle Stephan...&lt;br /&gt;huh? (cant really pronounce that name right): Tio Stephan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...here's the part where my heart was almost popping out of my body! I was like...Ricardo lets pray with everybody!!! (First he said no...then he decided to enjoy the attention a little longer and said yes. So he prayed on the mic with everybody!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I felt so happy! I guess it's not in vain, all the work we put into these little ones. I was sooooooooooo happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SU7ZNnTQCYI/AAAAAAAAA5k/rSHyqxP0Nbs/s1600-h/P1010108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SU7ZNnTQCYI/AAAAAAAAA5k/rSHyqxP0Nbs/s400/P1010108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282398240863422850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A foolish pic of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SU7ZxCfsN4I/AAAAAAAAA5s/4SmpJSTcA1c/s1600-h/P1010119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SU7ZxCfsN4I/AAAAAAAAA5s/4SmpJSTcA1c/s400/P1010119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282398849458780034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A normal pic of us singing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SU7Y7LmC3iI/AAAAAAAAA5c/98HwKcfaSrw/s1600-h/P1010097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SU7Y7LmC3iI/AAAAAAAAA5c/98HwKcfaSrw/s400/P1010097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282397924188413474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-6544704932736072548?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/6544704932736072548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=6544704932736072548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/6544704932736072548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/6544704932736072548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-little-missionary.html' title='My Little Missionary'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SU7Z8DT0fyI/AAAAAAAAA50/Gc2JTbLyN40/s72-c/P1010139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-6110478089617869286</id><published>2008-12-08T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:41:55.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witnessing'/><title type='text'>Benefit Lunch - Churrasco</title><content type='html'>Our Home (BR086) had it's first Benefit Lunch (A Delicious barbacue) yesterday. It's our second Christmas since the history of our home, and we had a full house along with TONS of new sheep. The event started at 1PM and ended at 7PM, along with soccer a game...Final do campeonato Paulista!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our band playing, performed a skit, had a Christmas choir perform, games, showed a short video of our work this past year along with pictures of our friends who got really touched when they saw our thanks. It was a total success and everybody had a lot of fun. A Total Miracles! The Offensive rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still sick! I rested Saturday the whole day and Sunday I felt a little better and was able to perform, though I would cough and cough in the between my breaks. I Lord really pulled me through it and I was very glad I didn't miss out on this wonderful event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still coughing a lot. It's been about 10 days so I might be going to the doctor to see if I don't have some infection or something worse. Can't really afford to be sick during Christmas push. Please keep praying for me and my health. I love you all....Enjoy the pictures! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ST0-Zm4FNCI/AAAAAAAAA5U/JfTSZ6fiB3g/s1600-h/P1010207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ST0-Zm4FNCI/AAAAAAAAA5U/JfTSZ6fiB3g/s400/P1010207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277442948001510434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ST0-AOJrWLI/AAAAAAAAA5M/WLyLznxbOE8/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ST0-AOJrWLI/AAAAAAAAA5M/WLyLznxbOE8/s400/P1010009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277442511867697330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ST09tZDTv2I/AAAAAAAAA5E/bdI6Q5uaKwc/s1600-h/P1010012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ST08uKWYrUI/AAAAAAAAA40/v7pSx6ygWJo/s400/P1010184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277441102097984834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ST08ddRa6GI/AAAAAAAAA4s/GDNl_HMsFyI/s1600-h/P1010182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ST08ddRa6GI/AAAAAAAAA4s/GDNl_HMsFyI/s400/P1010182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277440815119657058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ST08EtxFKWI/AAAAAAAAA4k/yVOZRHKLU2o/s1600-h/P1010005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ST08EtxFKWI/AAAAAAAAA4k/yVOZRHKLU2o/s400/P1010005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277440390050687330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ST070BMcqcI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ZfY3gsTieAA/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ST070BMcqcI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ZfY3gsTieAA/s400/P1010011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277440103207971266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-6110478089617869286?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/6110478089617869286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=6110478089617869286&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/6110478089617869286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/6110478089617869286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/12/benefit-lunch-churrasco.html' title='Benefit Lunch - Churrasco'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/ST0-Zm4FNCI/AAAAAAAAA5U/JfTSZ6fiB3g/s72-c/P1010207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-1304820725309947887</id><published>2008-12-05T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:08:54.522-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Sickie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi Everybody. Christmas push is rolling and I've been sick for more than a week already. First is was a bad cold, that started getting better until I decided to overwork myself cleaning my bathroom on a family day, and it got pretty bad. I've been pretty much sick this week, but I haven't really been able to stop and rest since we have a big benefit lunch this Sunday at our place, so I was working on a video to show our work for this past year.&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I'm practicing with the band and also with the Christmas group....BUT I CAN'T SING! I'm just coughing none stop. I feel like I'm gonna cough my lungs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...the Lords really been doing miracles this week for his event and I know this is gonna be one of them...so please pray for my voice to come back tomorrow so I can sing and witness Sunday. And for his cough to go away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot! I love you all...&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/7888446835544946529-1304820725309947887?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/1304820725309947887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=1304820725309947887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/1304820725309947887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/1304820725309947887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/12/sickie.html' title='Sickie'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-951972021585027660</id><published>2008-11-28T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T05:20:46.485-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Some recordings....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last week a big chunk of my home members went out on a faith trip...which meant many things.  Well, for me (who stayed home) it meant no home meetings at night (since we didn't have enough voting members) a quiet room (since my room mates traveled) and more time to do things I hadn't done in a long time like...recording!!! Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I don't really have time to improve my skills and learn more, so the quality of my music is still very, very simple. Anyway...to any and all interested, here goes some new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a "Bossa nova". My very first! "Bossa Nova" is a brasilean style of music, very beautiful and intricate. I don't really know how to play this type of music and this song doesn't really come close to what it should really sound like, especially I should have been playing a nylon string, instead of steel. I've been trying to learn it though...I guess Jesus gave me a song in that style to encourage me, ha! (Click on the "play" to listen to the songs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); padding: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/dj1.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/63c67278-f4d3-4c24-bbe6-fdc9b61403af&amp;amp;theName=Sonho de verao&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" height="138" width="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px;" align="center" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/63c67278-f4d3-4c24-bbe6-fdc9b61403af/Sonho-de-verao/?widget=flash_player_dj"&gt;Sonho de verao.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next song is about Freedom. There is something different about this song: I recorded keyboard. I don't really know if it makes it sound better or worse, since I'm the one who's playing it, but I think it filled up the song a bit more. Well, it was fun working on this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); padding: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/guitar_test.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/36b889ef-5ab0-4740-bf49-3eac828df961&amp;amp;theName=Free today&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" height="180" width="130"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px;" align="center" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/36b889ef-5ab0-4740-bf49-3eac828df961/Free-today/?widget=flash_player_guitar"&gt;Free today.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this picture...I just think it came out really good! Life is good and my friends are awesome! Sebastian and Filipe! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/STCKbngiJFI/AAAAAAAAA4U/2I348_oufF0/s1600-h/P1010091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/STCKbngiJFI/AAAAAAAAA4U/2I348_oufF0/s400/P1010091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273867370717389906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-951972021585027660?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/951972021585027660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=951972021585027660&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/951972021585027660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/951972021585027660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-recordings.html' title='Some recordings....'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/STCKbngiJFI/AAAAAAAAA4U/2I348_oufF0/s72-c/P1010091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-2920486380166842385</id><published>2008-11-21T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:50:34.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Some Christmas pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Christmas push, everybody. Lets make it a Christmas to remember!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SSdy-tIhOzI/AAAAAAAAA4E/wJAS5RhtdXA/s1600-h/P1010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SSdy-tIhOzI/AAAAAAAAA4E/wJAS5RhtdXA/s400/P1010003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271308310453238578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SSdyhoILNJI/AAAAAAAAA38/Weppi5vM6ZA/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SSdyhoILNJI/AAAAAAAAA38/Weppi5vM6ZA/s400/P1010011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271307810893411474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SSdyFlbVTHI/AAAAAAAAA30/piYCByeI8fY/s1600-h/P1010083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SSdyFlbVTHI/AAAAAAAAA30/piYCByeI8fY/s400/P1010083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271307329132121202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SSdxmsWDgGI/AAAAAAAAA3s/ugVMFJUqcCg/s1600-h/P1010082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SSdxmsWDgGI/AAAAAAAAA3s/ugVMFJUqcCg/s400/P1010082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271306798413086818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SSdxDJ3YqZI/AAAAAAAAA3k/6z7GaZ6NKI8/s1600-h/P1010084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SSdxDJ3YqZI/AAAAAAAAA3k/6z7GaZ6NKI8/s400/P1010084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271306187862223250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SSdwet3eigI/AAAAAAAAA3c/gYH8FMlAgBI/s1600-h/P1010085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SSdwet3eigI/AAAAAAAAA3c/gYH8FMlAgBI/s400/P1010085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271305561871124994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-2920486380166842385?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/2920486380166842385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=2920486380166842385&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/2920486380166842385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/2920486380166842385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-christmas-pictures.html' title='Some Christmas pictures!'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SSdy-tIhOzI/AAAAAAAAA4E/wJAS5RhtdXA/s72-c/P1010003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-581470057327194027</id><published>2008-11-13T15:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:44:49.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>The right to be happy - Dancing in the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I danced in the rain today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For no specific reason other that I saw the rain falling after a super hot morning, when I arrived home from a witnessing day on my way to a meeting, with a few minutes to spare for my shower and, man, I couldn't resist. I didn't even think twice!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SRy2cApsu9I/AAAAAAAAA3U/XTU32f8WWlQ/s1600-h/P1010076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SRy2cApsu9I/AAAAAAAAA3U/XTU32f8WWlQ/s400/P1010076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268286256444128210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wasn't a cold rain, in fact, the sun was shining and I even joked that I was the rainbow, ha! There's a certain line I always use when I do my crazy stunts once in while that don't really make sense to anybody and people just look at my with questioning eyes: "...COM DIREITO DE SER FELIZ!!!!".  Which means: "....with the right to be happy". An in, life comes in a package that includes tears, pain, learning, growing, love etc....and a little PS that says "...and the right to be happy". Though we are the ones that decide if we claim that right or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SRy1bnWnZ2I/AAAAAAAAA3E/lBt_d1suVR4/s1600-h/P1010083.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SRy2LBBMvEI/AAAAAAAAA3M/8BXlEtGFnHo/s1600-h/P1010081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SRy2LBBMvEI/AAAAAAAAA3M/8BXlEtGFnHo/s320/P1010081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268285964484918338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;In other words, life is tough, tiring and it's getting more stressing by the hour with more work ahead of us, so these little moments that come once in a lifetime to enjoy a taste of beauty, love, happiness, simplicity and warmth...they can't go unnoticed. It's so hard to find time to just play my guitar, have a good laugh, eat a meal slowly or even go on a jog, but when they come...man...GIVE ME SOME HAPPINESS OR ELSE I MIGHT AS WELL GO CRAZY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SRy1bnWnZ2I/AAAAAAAAA3E/lBt_d1suVR4/s1600-h/P1010083.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SRy1bnWnZ2I/AAAAAAAAA3E/lBt_d1suVR4/s1600-h/P1010083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SRy1bnWnZ2I/AAAAAAAAA3E/lBt_d1suVR4/s320/P1010083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268285150141572962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm just glad my son was sleeping and the kids weren't around if not they would have wanted to follow my example and I don't think the parents and teachers wouldn't  have liked it, ha!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you guys, "com direito de dormir pelos menos 8 horas esta noite" I'll sign off. (with the right to sleep at least 8 hours tonight - which doesn't happen every night due to bible classes, shows or work)&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&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/7888446835544946529-581470057327194027?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/581470057327194027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=581470057327194027&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/581470057327194027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/581470057327194027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/11/right-to-be-happy-dancing-in-rain.html' title='The right to be happy - Dancing in the rain'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SRy2cApsu9I/AAAAAAAAA3U/XTU32f8WWlQ/s72-c/P1010076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-1975910900964886893</id><published>2008-11-09T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:20:10.203-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry, I haven't had much time to update this blog, plus my mind is always going 1000 miles an hour so it's hard to make it stop for long enough to write something meaningful and worth while for you to read. But there have been so many things happening that I can hardly keep up. It's just been busy and great, so I guess pictures tells a story better than I do, so I'll just let you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a little of what I've been up to through these pictures. Enj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Performing for a crowd of 300 young people, our Skit "Nosso Mundo Louco"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Daniel and I)&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SReM7pyv7KI/AAAAAAAAA2c/GIbVhJo6DcA/s1600-h/Essenosso9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SReM7pyv7KI/AAAAAAAAA2c/GIbVhJo6DcA/s320/Essenosso9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266833245691964578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singing for them after! Check out t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he crowd (and our costumes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Daniel, Andy, me, Tracy, Joana, Selena, Filipe and Pedro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SReP2MZIAvI/AAAAAAAAA2s/6XL5JrsKBqM/s1600-h/P1010097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SReP2MZIAvI/AAAAAAAAA2s/6XL5JrsKBqM/s320/P1010097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266836450435400434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singing and Playing together at a bar. We went to do something together with another home who take their sheep to this bar once a wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;k, and it turned out to be quite a fun night. Funner than I expected! Music is the greatest!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Benji, Selena, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pedro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Filipe, me and Joana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SReMjxt9bmI/AAAAAAAAA2U/r5_UIGJmADQ/s1600-h/P1010022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SReMjxt9bmI/AAAAAAAAA2U/r5_UIGJmADQ/s320/P1010022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266832835502501474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some of my home members before going out! And thats how they look everyday...its not just in the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Selena, Filipe, Andy, Joana, Tracy and Daniel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SReML9ZxfZI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Kcv1Kd-4wl0/s1600-h/P1010004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SReML9ZxfZI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Kcv1Kd-4wl0/s320/P1010004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266832426322197906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At the PMA graduation! Man....3 days at the beach! Gosh, I miss the beach. I got sooooooooo burnt, even in places I didn't think possible, and I'm still pealing. But it was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SReLo8JRv-I/AAAAAAAAA2E/-E15eWSO0Ik/s1600-h/P1010210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SReLo8JRv-I/AAAAAAAAA2E/-E15eWSO0Ik/s320/P1010210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266831824689151970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Mentors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SReLR1YhhvI/AAAAAAAAA18/Hs9G_BtEr1k/s1600-h/P1010156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SReLR1YhhvI/AAAAAAAAA18/Hs9G_BtEr1k/s320/P1010156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266831427737061106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SReLDP37VSI/AAAAAAAAA10/kUY0yjeO_hA/s1600-h/P1010150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SReLDP37VSI/AAAAAAAAA10/kUY0yjeO_hA/s320/P1010150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266831177150059810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The 3 girls I mentored through the PMA semester. Joana, Clara and Cristal! They are tops! Beautiful outside and inside, and going places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SReKwBcDhXI/AAAAAAAAA1s/nG1ZCFdlWyk/s1600-h/P1010128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SReKwBcDhXI/AAAAAAAAA1s/nG1ZCFdlWyk/s320/P1010128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266830846857545074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Joana, me and Meek and the PMA graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SReJh5QMCRI/AAAAAAAAA1k/XfgWdaxk5dM/s1600-h/P1010100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///D:/Pics/Sao%20Paulo/Casa%20nova/P1010006.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SReJh5QMCRI/AAAAAAAAA1k/XfgWdaxk5dM/s320/P1010100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266829504630491410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I took this picture last night before going to an area party. I guess it's not everyday that we get all fixed up like this...gotta remember it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SRoHa34BKbI/AAAAAAAAA28/Q0imRrjC70s/s1600-h/P1010017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SRoHa34BKbI/AAAAAAAAA28/Q0imRrjC70s/s320/P1010017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267530872420116914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll be more soon, but its almost midnight and I have to catch some sleep. Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-1975910900964886893?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/1975910900964886893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=1975910900964886893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/1975910900964886893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/1975910900964886893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SReM7pyv7KI/AAAAAAAAA2c/GIbVhJo6DcA/s72-c/Essenosso9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-2892093006406808222</id><published>2008-10-28T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T04:20:02.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>The silence of the waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hush, hush, they tell me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loud and clear, yet soft and sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;God is real, I can feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I take a look around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know I cried and questioned too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many a night. Many a moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the feeling just wells up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thankful that I didn't give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I see that I am special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not for what I am, I fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many were called to this task&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am special, because I'm still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so few left, yet so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will continue on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky's the limit, yet even more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the universe is what I'm shooting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll live forever, I'll learn how to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more questions, now I see why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it's only truly worth the price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it costs something, even your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll give and gi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ve and give again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll die for love. For truth I'll stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waves are crashing on the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in peaceful silence, I prepare for war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds are gathering on the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain will come, the evil will die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horizon stretches out forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminding me to never say never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no more limits fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;r me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll live forever. I am free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;..........................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SQby1BHnTHI/AAAAAAAAA1c/vwp_Q-5ztIU/s1600-h/P1010229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SQby1BHnTHI/AAAAAAAAA1c/vwp_Q-5ztIU/s320/P1010229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262160207276362866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wrote this poem after the PMA graduation, while I waited for my bus at the beach. The PMA graduation was great! I've gone to quite a few retreats these past 2 years, but I was always either helping with the music and something, besides, they were retreats for AM's or for a another public, so I always felt very spiritually tired and drained when returned home and had a hard time adapting back. But this time was different. This retreat was for me and the rest of the PMA students and mentors. I didn't have to worry about a thing, except enjoying Jesus and my Family. I can say one thing that happened inside of me: It renewed my pride of being part of the Family International and giving my life to this cause. I had been merely serving the Lord out of duty, but now I feel pride again in what I do, and I hope I'll never lose it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-2892093006406808222?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/2892093006406808222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=2892093006406808222&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/2892093006406808222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/2892093006406808222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/10/silence-of-waves.html' title='The silence of the waves'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SQby1BHnTHI/AAAAAAAAA1c/vwp_Q-5ztIU/s72-c/P1010229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-390904755129619063</id><published>2008-10-12T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:28:40.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Look at yourself at the mirror...and say...:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I WILL HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To understand the meaning of this introduction to this post...listen to the song. I wrote it on Friday night for someone and recorded it on Saturday morning (by that time I was also needing to hear it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a one take recording, both guitar and voice, no corny Esther Wild Wind harmonies, and only a little echo thing I played with at the end. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at yourself in the mirror and say: "I WILL HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); padding: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/guitar_test.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/30f37038-5624-4f75-906f-89d0129266ed&amp;amp;theName=Look at yourself in the mirror&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" height="180" width="130"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px;" align="center" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/30f37038-5624-4f75-906f-89d0129266ed/Look-at-yourself-in-the-mirror/?widget=flash_player_guitar"&gt;Look at yourself i...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy some pictures from the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SPKjZGKQkOI/AAAAAAAAA1U/X3gwYwGM1HI/s1600-h/P1010021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SPKiCMNcUnI/AAAAAAAAA0k/6a8ybAAYl-I/s400/P1010031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256441873615835762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SPKh3TJGCOI/AAAAAAAAA0c/wft9e-gj5S0/s1600-h/P1010020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SPKh3TJGCOI/AAAAAAAAA0c/wft9e-gj5S0/s400/P1010020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256441686498085090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-390904755129619063?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/390904755129619063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=390904755129619063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/390904755129619063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/390904755129619063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/10/look-at-yourself-at-mirrorand-say.html' title='Look at yourself at the mirror...and say...:'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SPKjZGKQkOI/AAAAAAAAA1U/X3gwYwGM1HI/s72-c/P1010021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-7927690463417474834</id><published>2008-10-08T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:47:11.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>A song worth listening to!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Many people joke with me that my favorite songs are the ones I write, when the truth is that many times I don't even really like a song I receive, but I just feel this sense of duty to not let any of these songs get lost, because they were meant to come to the world for a reason, even if it's just to help one person. But for my actual listening enjoyment, I have a hard time finding a song I actually really like. Like most musicians, I tend to be critical of any new song, analyzing both the vocals and the arrangement, and since I don't really listen to system music in a personal basis (as a personal decision I made in my teen years) it leaves me with little option, ha! But last month I was resting and decided to check out the MO site for new songs. I starve for new music...I have to change the songs of my MP3 at least every week, or I can't stand to listen to the same songs. But recently the songs hadn't been all that attractive, but I bumped into this new album called  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://familymembers.com/audio/--%20LATEST%20--/Naked%20Album%20-%20Drugstore/"&gt;Naked Album&lt;/a&gt; on the MO site, and since I didn't recognize the musician, I decided to download it...get some new blood on my veins. Well....I really enjoyed the album. I liked the music, the words of the songs, the voice and the arrangements ... the sounds of the guitar, bass, the little musical breaks and the harmonies were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;"Jasper Rock McCollum", I hadn't enjoyed a good song for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting the song I liked the most, in fact, I heard it a few times straight and it moved me quite a bit! It's called "Face to face". The lyrics are awesome! They are also posted below.  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    Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 7px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/0d1196b0-f915-45a8-90f0-a7476b119901/03-Face-To-Face/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 7px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;amp;cid=player_dna&amp;amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Face to Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Music: Jaz and Clare/ Lyrics: Jaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Verse 1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;To dream beyond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; this scheme&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to see what can't be seen by men&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to speak of that whi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ch seems&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Insane to this being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; I am.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;To scream what they blaspheme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to stand at this ravine in time &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Realities that meet&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;with the Creator meld &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;my mind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to peer beyond this glass&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to hear the sound of battles clash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to clear away the mask&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and through the fear of Hell h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;old fast.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to steer into the vast&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;seas of treasures that He has&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to bare the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; final task&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and carry out all that's been asked&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chorus 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This is my creed, the life I lead,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;my blood I'll bleed for this one destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My choice, I lift my voice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;this is what I will live my life to die for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Verse 2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to speak with t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;he dead&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to beat with the blood He bled&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to sleep in the be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;d&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;with the chosen One be wed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to run where othe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;rs fled&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to chart the path no one has tread&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;the weights of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; world, shed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to heed all that Jesus has said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;To say what no one dares&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;into the eyes o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;f death to glare&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to climb a flight of stairs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;that carnal eyes say aren't there&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chorus 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This is my creed, the life I lead,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;my blood I'll bleed for this one destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My choice, I lift my voice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;this is what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; I will live my life to die for.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I believe in what eyes can't see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;we stand face to face with what we saw darkly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;blessed are these who hear and can see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;not with these b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;odies.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;For these are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;His army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SOzeFaev1RI/AAAAAAAAA0U/KDPZGdGzWU8/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SOzeFaev1RI/AAAAAAAAA0U/KDPZGdGzWU8/s400/P1010015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254819049823524114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-7927690463417474834?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/7927690463417474834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=7927690463417474834&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/7927690463417474834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/7927690463417474834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/10/song-worth-listening-to.html' title='A song worth listening to!!!'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SOzeFaev1RI/AAAAAAAAA0U/KDPZGdGzWU8/s72-c/P1010015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-2103298740425577519</id><published>2008-09-30T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:43:55.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ricardo'/><title type='text'>Ricardo Running</title><content type='html'>Look for the little boy wearing a red shirt. He's 5 years old, short, brown and adorable. And he got a medal. He was one of the fastest! This was last Sunday. I was shaking so much so film this. I was more nervous than he was, ha! Oh, by the way, I discovered my camera films. (yeah, you can call me stupid if you want, but I'm happy anyway) My little Athlete! I love him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BXB2x3XmsO4"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BXB2x3XmsO4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PehdOdVdrlE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PehdOdVdrlE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-2103298740425577519?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/2103298740425577519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=2103298740425577519&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/2103298740425577519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/2103298740425577519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/09/ricardo-running.html' title='Ricardo Running'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-5709324000105149732</id><published>2008-09-25T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T09:57:07.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witnessing'/><title type='text'>The box skit!</title><content type='html'>I found this on the MO site. It's worth a watch. Now with the offensive, we're probably gonna be using so many different avenues to witness. Today we're gonna be performing in at actual theater in another city. First time for our pioneer team, composed of FGS's, SGAs, YA's, teens and a new disciple. Pray for us! Enjoy the skit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.motionbox.com/external/hd_player/type=sd,video_uid=d490dabf1b1ee15c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" allowfullscreen="true" height="312" width="416"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-5709324000105149732?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/5709324000105149732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=5709324000105149732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/5709324000105149732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/5709324000105149732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/09/box-skit.html' title='The box skit!'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-6369526331639390598</id><published>2008-09-11T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:05:45.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Let it be</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It’s been a while since I stop&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And talk to you, my little heart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I haven’t stopped, I didn’t blink&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I didn’t have the time to think&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The days went by, like hurricanes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dates and places, games and names&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But now I’m here. It’s late at night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But, oh, this silence feels so right&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I’m all alone, the noises gone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The thoughts continue, but not so strong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I start to reflect on my life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Where am I going? Am I doing it right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I cry, I struggle, I make my goals&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Though of tomorrow no one knows&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Is my struggle really worth while?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To build my dream, smile by smile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I do believe in what I do&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I falter, but I stay true&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I feel so young and yet so old&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So insecure, but yet so bold&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So many thoughts, so many prayers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I guess I should just leave them there&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In His sweet hands, that care and see.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;And sleep in peace. Just let it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;(Written the 12/09/2008 at midnight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-6369526331639390598?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/6369526331639390598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=6369526331639390598&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/6369526331639390598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/6369526331639390598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-it-be.html' title='Let it be'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-6416082408654438435</id><published>2008-09-09T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:39:38.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witnessing'/><title type='text'>Offensive project - HURRAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Read this before you look through these pictures, Thank you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last week was an extremely busy week. We made a goal to practice and finish one of our offensive projects which was very difficult to take off. Basically...4 full days of practice, so we could have it ready on Sunday to present in our Church of Love. Man...rough! Really rough patches last week, but a victory at the end. It's like a Class with Skits, power points, music and dancing about having a balance in the four pillars of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...the first pictures are of our practice. ( I guess it doesn't kill to post some really funny pictures of me once in a while, since my usual pictures are just little "smiley me", heh) and the other ones where from our first performance this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray to the Offensive. Enjoy the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SMbPx3An4XI/AAAAAAAAAl4/tNABrgTfrqo/s1600-h/P1010111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SMbPx3An4XI/AAAAAAAAAl4/tNABrgTfrqo/s400/P1010111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244107271606624626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SMbPhYtQY9I/AAAAAAAAAlw/mxrNqCN6N30/s1600-h/P1010110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SMbPhYtQY9I/AAAAAAAAAlw/mxrNqCN6N30/s400/P1010110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244106988594422738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SMbPH5jDLaI/AAAAAAAAAlo/EsvqHJIvQQs/s1600-h/P1010104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SMbLtb2nZeI/AAAAAAAAAkg/rWra6PZ7DWg/s400/P1010007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244102797550904802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SMbLD8noKSI/AAAAAAAAAkY/agacHH1hg4c/s1600-h/P1010002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SMbLD8noKSI/AAAAAAAAAkY/agacHH1hg4c/s400/P1010002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244102084791904546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///D:/Pics/Sao%20Paulo/Casa%20nova/Eventos%20lar/Palestra.Domingo/P1010002.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-6416082408654438435?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/6416082408654438435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=6416082408654438435&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/6416082408654438435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/6416082408654438435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/09/offensive-project-hurray.html' title='Offensive project - HURRAY!!!!'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SMbPx3An4XI/AAAAAAAAAl4/tNABrgTfrqo/s72-c/P1010111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-130069991289354336</id><published>2008-08-30T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:11:22.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Life of faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SLnD2wi7TBI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/uAJQlpEpB_s/s1600-h/childpray-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SLnD2wi7TBI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/uAJQlpEpB_s/s320/childpray-main_Full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240434986934029330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/e2bf7059-e54d-4119-9af0-e8c01cce9483&amp;amp;theName=Life of faith&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" height="94" width="328"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; padding-left: 2px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); 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The more I feel that the path is unclear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;the more I look unto the obstacles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But when I stop and close my eyes and listen to Your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I never doubt I made the right choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It's a life of faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to stand strong no matter what comes my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;spread Your truth and light from shore to shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;what You need to set the captives free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'll believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;that one day You're coming back for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The more I look into the light I see the darkness been swept away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;the more I take a step outside, I feel my fears being washed away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;the more I run with all my might, to chase that crown of shining light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I never doubt I chose the right way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm just like a little child, I need to hold on tight to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I feel scared, sometimes I doubt if I'll really make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;though my faith is so small, I still know that it's enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to go on despite of all...for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;I've been studying on faith recently. It's been great! The Lord gave me this song this week. It's very simple, but it meant a lot to me when I received it, and it even made me cry a bit. Weird, I don't usually cry with my songs...but I guess I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;Today someone told me that my blog makes people cry. (I don't know if he said it in a nice way or not) Well, if you do cry, I sure hope you don't cry because you're sad. I've cried a few times of happiness and my son asks me why I'm crying and I say that it's because I'm happy and he's like...weird. (I used to think that was weird when I was little too) But anyway, I sure hope that IF you do ever cry, it's because you're happy or have seen a glimmer of hope and joy.&lt;br /&gt;Really, I'm happy that most of my blog readers are people who don't know me personally...and only see that side of me. (deeeep, deeep ,deeeeeeep inside)&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta be who I am. I hope you enjoy the song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-130069991289354336?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/130069991289354336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=130069991289354336&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/130069991289354336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/130069991289354336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-of-faith.html' title='Life of faith'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SLnD2wi7TBI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/uAJQlpEpB_s/s72-c/childpray-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-3025097307003220511</id><published>2008-08-24T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:52:27.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Busy, busy , busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SLIO5KbS0UI/AAAAAAAAAkA/bR4EdemYij0/s1600-h/P1010097.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man, I miss those days when I had hours to write songs, poems, stuff, post these long intense posts, think about life, meditate...what am I talking about? Nah, I don't miss them! It's great to be extremely busy serving Jesus that you don't even have time to think...unless you're thinking about the work and the sheep and organization and planning...yeah, I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for this post since its late at night, my week was long and tiring, I haven't had my W&amp;amp;R yet and I can't really think about anything to write, I'm gonna post these cute pictures we took last night for our dress up party with our sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo was Charles Chaplin and I was a Japanese girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ricardo wanted to be batman, and put a blue cape on. So he was wearing a suite with a cape. Well..at least he had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week, y'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SLIPDNdysiI/AAAAAAAAAkI/xtVicMjPVKY/s1600-h/P1010058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SLIPDNdysiI/AAAAAAAAAkI/xtVicMjPVKY/s400/P1010058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238265864413950498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SLIO5KbS0UI/AAAAAAAAAkA/bR4EdemYij0/s1600-h/P1010097.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SLIO5KbS0UI/AAAAAAAAAkA/bR4EdemYij0/s320/P1010097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238265691799474498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/7888446835544946529-3025097307003220511?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/3025097307003220511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=3025097307003220511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3025097307003220511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3025097307003220511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy , busy'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SLIPDNdysiI/AAAAAAAAAkI/xtVicMjPVKY/s72-c/P1010058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-5648257398476074131</id><published>2008-08-10T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:31:31.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ricardo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Poem for Ricardo, during his time away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SJ-jhLrBrqI/AAAAAAAAAj4/a1jlkJ2RNq0/s1600-h/P1010131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SJ-jhLrBrqI/AAAAAAAAAj4/a1jlkJ2RNq0/s400/P1010131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233081082492071586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cradled yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;u since you were small&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You were to me my all in all&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. I loved you strong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You were my joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. You were my song&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I loved your tears. I loved your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ile&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You hug mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e everything worth while&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I fought so long, I cried so muc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;h&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I always had your tender touc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;h&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You pulled me up. You made me stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You gave me peace, in your own way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Until the day I held&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; too strong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And God told me I was wrong.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You slipped away, to places unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life had changed. Innocence gone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I couldn’t hold on to you anymor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was not like it was before&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I turned you in unto Gods hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While I wept, because I didn’t understand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I failed so b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;adly. I tried so hard&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But ended up with a broken hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;t&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But what we place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; in God’s dear hands&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He truly cares and understands&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The burden was no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;t mine to bear. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Without God we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; nowhere&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m glad you’re coming back to me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It  won't be like it used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ll always love you, but now I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You’re only mine because He gave you t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SJ-i4JrzC_I/AAAAAAAAAjw/YgnxZm8Waw8/s1600-h/P1010132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SJ-i4JrzC_I/AAAAAAAAAjw/YgnxZm8Waw8/s320/P1010132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233080377583799282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7888446835544946529-5648257398476074131?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/5648257398476074131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=5648257398476074131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/5648257398476074131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/5648257398476074131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cradled-yo-u-since-you-were-small-you.html' title='Poem for Ricardo, during his time away'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SJ-jhLrBrqI/AAAAAAAAAj4/a1jlkJ2RNq0/s72-c/P1010131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-4307897840195330291</id><published>2008-08-07T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T18:12:48.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolish'/><title type='text'>Night activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SJub2nq20QI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ostj277ofKQ/s1600-h/P1010123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SJub2nq20QI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ostj277ofKQ/s400/P1010123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231946754784940290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've been home for about 4 days, and I'm been childless, so there's that space of time when it's usually parent time, but now I sort of stay....hmmm....trying to keep myself busy. I mean, how weird, it's kind of cool, but at the same time it's not. I miss my son. Anyway, so we were just playing a new version of  "Ticket", (like sort of a rap version...) and we decided we are gonna record it like that, and suddenly I say: Lets just do it now! I mean, we do have "studio" at home...(if I can call it that). Since my son is not sleep there, we just crowd into that little room, get the mic set up, and start recording. It was very, very fun and we got some pretty good ideas for the song. (I cannot post the recording we did on the song out of respect for those participating, and out of love for your ears). These pictures were taken that day. Sebastian, Filipe, Selena and I.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm actually working on recording that song for real, but it will take a little while. One track at a time. Yesterday the Lord supplied a bongo for our little team.&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta enjoy life, I guess! While we are still young and foolish. I just hope it doesn't take too long, or I might completely lose my mind. Ricardo, I love you! You'll be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SJubsaSkTTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/3DLarpKzcd4/s1600-h/P1010121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SJubsaSkTTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/3DLarpKzcd4/s320/P1010121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231946579394710834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-4307897840195330291?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/4307897840195330291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=4307897840195330291&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/4307897840195330291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/4307897840195330291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/08/night-activities.html' title='Night activities'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SJub2nq20QI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ostj277ofKQ/s72-c/P1010123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-7887382040758854526</id><published>2008-08-03T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:14:03.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ricardo'/><title type='text'>I miss my boy</title><content type='html'>I arrived home after spending 10 days away from home on work. Brasil held their 4rth AM retreat, and I was invited to help out with the music, so that meant spending about a week preparing and practicing, and 3 days of retreat. During that time Ricardo went to Rio de Janeiro to spend time with daddy and I wasn't able to talk to him at all.  Those days days were busy, but is was all worth it for the results and the retreat was really inspiring and full of the Lords spirit, and I believe it was a life changing experience for many people and a major starting point for the offensive.&lt;br /&gt;During the retreat a new Portuguese CD was released to the field full of witnessing songs and other songs too. The experience was busy and wonderful, but upon arriving home, all I could think about was: (see picture below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him! I miss him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SJeFxKL5SgI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Ij767-NOTEs/s1600-h/P1010060.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SJeFxKL5SgI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Ij767-NOTEs/s320/P1010060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230796571808451074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found one of his Hot wheels car that he had lost and I'm always on his case to take good care of his cars, because there are two things about hot wheels: They are cool, and they are expensive.&lt;br /&gt;But when I found the car I starting crying thinking about how we give so much value to certain little things that we consider so important, instead of valuing the people and the special moments. Ricardo is not back yet and I miss everything about him, especially his faces and his love. Suddenly I don't seem to care so much about being so picky about all the little things and ways I want him to behave, but I just want his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SJZsddElx-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/f5Atf61Ci7s/s1600-h/P1010102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SJZsddElx-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/f5Atf61Ci7s/s320/P1010102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230487270513297378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I talked to him today and I can only say that I've been blessed with an angel from heaven. I know this time apart is not easy for me, but I'm learning to appreciate the real things in life and treasure the moments. I'm also having more time to rest in the Lord and search my heart and learn different lessons one can only learn in the stillness. When he comes back to me, I'll be a better mom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SJZr2wPo1UI/AAAAAAAAAiw/PpdlON6-vrQ/s1600-h/P1010048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SJZr2wPo1UI/AAAAAAAAAiw/PpdlON6-vrQ/s400/P1010048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230486605645010242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll be praying for you, my boy. You are my heart and soul. I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-7887382040758854526?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/7887382040758854526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=7887382040758854526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/7887382040758854526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/7887382040758854526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-miss-my-boy.html' title='I miss my boy'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SJeFxKL5SgI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Ij767-NOTEs/s72-c/P1010060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-3376611247090719214</id><published>2008-07-23T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T16:21:34.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SIdF3x3touI/AAAAAAAAAio/6RhZgsbwtEc/s1600-h/P1010119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SIdF3x3touI/AAAAAAAAAio/6RhZgsbwtEc/s400/P1010119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226222717168886498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I didn't really know what you name this post, but I think "peace" is the best way to describe those 3 day I spend at a beach house for the kids vacations. When I left home, my mind was so muddled with messy thoughts, that I couldn't think straight. I was confused, scared, lost and just trying to find hope in the confusion of the situations around me. But as I lay eyes on the majestic ocean and beautiful sky...and spent some days with God...everything was clear. My problems didn't get solved and the fight continues, but I know that God is great and mighty, and nothing escapes his sight. He loves, He cares, nothing His truth can dim. He gives the very best to those who leave the choices up to Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SIdFr6lo7sI/AAAAAAAAAig/wihEAARcKxY/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SIdFr6lo7sI/AAAAAAAAAig/wihEAARcKxY/s400/P1010008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226222513350569666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Life has so many beauties, and it's not so much about the destination....but about the journey there. Enjoy the journey, and remember that what counts are the things that feed your spirit and cause you to get closer to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SIdFesupGxI/AAAAAAAAAiY/uCn02vY2CfA/s1600-h/P1010050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SIdFesupGxI/AAAAAAAAAiY/uCn02vY2CfA/s400/P1010050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226222286291933970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's great be quiet, though it's extremely hard for me. And even when I am quiet, my mind doesn't stop. It's like my motor never turns off, but when the Lord finally calmed me down, it was like breathing again. Like reseting my computer...my life goes on, but from this point on, not from what already happened and can't get changed. Forward, always forward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SIdBtm4ijwI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/jica5mvLWVY/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SIdBtm4ijwI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/jica5mvLWVY/s400/P1010015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226218144374361858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There is so much to learn from stillness. There is so much to learn from everything. We are so infantile, and we think we grew up. Like my son who always asks me why I know more than him and I'm so smart, and I tell him that I learned a few more things than him since I'm older, but as he grows, he'll learn them too. And I keep learning...I hope I never stop being a kid and learning with every new experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SIdBjBYAJCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/VFTWs9dMVag/s1600-h/P1010038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SIdBjBYAJCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/VFTWs9dMVag/s400/P1010038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226217962507084834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the cool of the night, He walks with me...but I don't always notice him. Maybe because I have my eyes closed. Time to open your eyes and see, He knows what He does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SIdBOCA_RBI/AAAAAAAAAiA/_ewgwvOghu4/s1600-h/P1010030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SIdBOCA_RBI/AAAAAAAAAiA/_ewgwvOghu4/s400/P1010030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226217601901741074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sometimes I forget that I am still young. I keep getting older and freaking out that soon I'll be 26, and it's only a matter of time before I'm 30 and so forth...but the happiest people I know are way past that age, because they finally learned how to live and enjoy life, despite the obstacles. I guess I better stop worrying about aging, and simply enjoy my youth...ahora tenemos vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SIdA-bSyQTI/AAAAAAAAAh4/BF8yPlik8Jw/s1600-h/P1010118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SIdA-bSyQTI/AAAAAAAAAh4/BF8yPlik8Jw/s400/P1010118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226217333809365298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Goodbye, my boy. You are my heart and soul and I will miss you. Enjoy your time with Daddy and continue to grow into that wonderful soul you are. You smile is priceless and your hug is worth all the tears in the world. I'll see you soon...in Gods time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SIdAkAz7EGI/AAAAAAAAAhw/aKXVKwCSka8/s1600-h/P1010105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SIdAkAz7EGI/AAAAAAAAAhw/aKXVKwCSka8/s400/P1010105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226216880023998562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wrote a song during those days. I'm gonna post it here for you all. I hope you enjoy it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/2e905f7a-db89-445a-98c2-101136e84040&amp;amp;theName=I believe in you&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" height="94" width="328"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; padding-left: 2px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold;" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;amp;objectid=2e905f7a-db89-445a-98c2-101136e84040"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 7px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/2e905f7a-db89-445a-98c2-101136e84040/I-believe-in-you/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 7px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;amp;cid=player_dna&amp;amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Tell me what you see in this blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;tell me what you feel under the starry sky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me where you're going and how you plan to get there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;tell me your dreams. They will come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I believe in you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Tell me what you long for most of all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;open up your heart, let it fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;listen to the whispers in the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;cast your fears, in the deep blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I believe in you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Listen to the waves as they try to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;that it will be OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Peace will return, love will burn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll find me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;All will be fine, in good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;what you lose today you will find tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;open up your arms are you will soar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;the tears may roll down, but it's good for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I believe in you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life brings pain. Pain brings tears&lt;br /&gt;but tears can bring joy.&lt;br /&gt;When one lives without fears&lt;br /&gt;he looks for the sun and the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter how long it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SIc7rTg5oyI/AAAAAAAAAho/vi8DymjDDhE/s1600-h/P1010077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SIc7rTg5oyI/AAAAAAAAAho/vi8DymjDDhE/s320/P1010077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226211507745432354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-3376611247090719214?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/3376611247090719214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=3376611247090719214&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3376611247090719214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3376611247090719214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/07/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SIdF3x3touI/AAAAAAAAAio/6RhZgsbwtEc/s72-c/P1010119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-3336985257640732002</id><published>2008-07-13T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:53:09.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Picture Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, this is a picture post of latest fun happenings. I'm gonna be traveling off and on for the next 15 days, in case I don't update much. Enjoy the pics. Jesus is great! I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ricardo and I went to watch a truck race. Yeah, "Formula Truck". I never went to one before, neither did him. I provisioned half price for me and he went for free, so it was pretty fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SHq9CuunjEI/AAAAAAAAAhY/vVCT1rDI8Tk/s1600-h/P1010239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SHq9CuunjEI/AAAAAAAAAhY/vVCT1rDI8Tk/s320/P1010239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222694572490460226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When the race started I asked him who he was cheering for and he said "the one in front". Ha! I (always trying to be opposite of everybody) cheered for a truck I particularly liked, though he was pretty behind...and he stayed behind till the end of the race. Boohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SHq8b_ZUAwI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MLuqW1RXpiI/s1600-h/P1010203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SHq8b_ZUAwI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MLuqW1RXpiI/s320/P1010203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222693906949604098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Concentrating as he watches the race. Such a love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SHq8NDMcw8I/AAAAAAAAAhI/M8uhy34S59A/s1600-h/P1010230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SHq8NDMcw8I/AAAAAAAAAhI/M8uhy34S59A/s320/P1010230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222693650271355842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At the Festa Junina. I'm not sure who's behind us, an I'm sorry I'm not posting a good picture of you, but Ricardo's smile is too cute here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SHq7uUIZCOI/AAAAAAAAAhA/QApoW5AsCdo/s1600-h/P1010042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SHq7uUIZCOI/AAAAAAAAAhA/QApoW5AsCdo/s320/P1010042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222693122241792226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watch out! I'm aiming at .....something! But I'm definitely aiming with all my might.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SHq7NbbtuoI/AAAAAAAAAg4/-GAU7Bjn4os/s1600-h/P1010064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SHq7NbbtuoI/AAAAAAAAAg4/-GAU7Bjn4os/s320/P1010064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222692557266205314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My turn now. I'm looking at the camera, so there's no way I can be aiming at something. Man, those guns were so heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SHq64gfGEPI/AAAAAAAAAgw/jngck8GtYh4/s1600-h/P1010065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SHq64gfGEPI/AAAAAAAAAgw/jngck8GtYh4/s320/P1010065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222692197845307634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the Festa Junina. Just cooling by the fire playing some music. Ezequiel (of Sunny) and David. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SHq6hwcDbUI/AAAAAAAAAgo/gW6Om0sT0dU/s1600-h/P1010133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SHq6hwcDbUI/AAAAAAAAAgo/gW6Om0sT0dU/s320/P1010133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222691806990527810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes! I was posing. I didn't really use my lucky red hat when I was recording (ok, sometimes I did) but this picture was in the last day of our 3 day recording marathon for a new local CD. Its gonna be released next month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SHq4hhbKJ4I/AAAAAAAAAgg/zEgH_4Y2zEE/s1600-h/P1010181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SHq4hhbKJ4I/AAAAAAAAAgg/zEgH_4Y2zEE/s320/P1010181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222689603936987010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I couldn't finish this post without this picture, Calebe. Voce e massa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SHq3b11TTkI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Xpo91hxTmDQ/s1600-h/P1010148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SHq3b11TTkI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Xpo91hxTmDQ/s320/P1010148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222688406824504898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-3336985257640732002?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/3336985257640732002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=3336985257640732002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3336985257640732002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3336985257640732002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/07/picture-post.html' title='Picture Post'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SHq9CuunjEI/AAAAAAAAAhY/vVCT1rDI8Tk/s72-c/P1010239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-823448169435757876</id><published>2008-07-07T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:11:58.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word quotes'/><title type='text'>Joan of arc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SHJaMtn6gOI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/JDiV9s_B4yY/s1600-h/joan_arc_good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SHJaMtn6gOI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/JDiV9s_B4yY/s400/joan_arc_good.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220334092527763682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I love Joan of arc's story. I'm sure none of the movies made of her could ever really express her life and what she went through, and how she endured until her premature death, living a life that was absolutely unheard of in those days, or even today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading the new GN "helpers and hinderer's pt 4" and I found this paragraph that really stuck out to me. Something she can help us with and something I really need help with today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="A6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I will help you face this war and Offensive with courage, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;to charge into battle against the Enemy for the souls of men with determination and with such a strong love and passion for Him and lost souls that nothing else will matter. I will help to fan the flame of a fighting spirit within you. Bravery shall be your armor, but under that armor—just as I had—will beat a heart full of compassion and love for mankind. I will give you special determination so that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="A8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="A6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;is able to deter you from your holy quest. I will help you to keep the vision, just as I helped the dear men I led into battle to keep looking to the victory, knowing that Heaven had promised it, and so it would come to pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This was great! My faith has been hanging low these days and I've been lacking courage and determination. If you're also feeling this way...let's just pray for each other and get some help from Joan of Arc. &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/7888446835544946529-823448169435757876?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/823448169435757876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=823448169435757876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/823448169435757876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/823448169435757876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/07/joan-of-arc.html' title='Joan of arc'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SHJaMtn6gOI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/JDiV9s_B4yY/s72-c/joan_arc_good.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-1996902985234816499</id><published>2008-06-30T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T14:16:03.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Take two - "Barely a whisper"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SGlMsHaw6YI/AAAAAAAAAgI/F9h7ktFBlII/s1600-h/P1010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SGlMsHaw6YI/AAAAAAAAAgI/F9h7ktFBlII/s400/P1010006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217785964074690946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm posted this song before in my blog, but I've recorded it again with my new setup to try out the keyboard recording and microphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for any interested, I'm the one who is playing the keyboard. Like most musicians, you can never stay in only one instrument, you just have to expand, but try as you must, you have to accept that your skill only goes so far, and work with what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I have another keyboard player at home that can actually play, ha! We're gonna record today. See ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like the "take two" of "&lt;a href="http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-will-to-fight.html"&gt;Barely a whisper&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=silver&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/701a5163-7726-4a22-8f4f-0ef6e7259525&amp;amp;theName=Barely a whisper-take 2&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" height="94" width="328"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; padding-left: 2px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold;" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;amp;objectid=701a5163-7726-4a22-8f4f-0ef6e7259525"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 7px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/701a5163-7726-4a22-8f4f-0ef6e7259525/Barely-a-whisper-take-2/?widget=flash_player_esnips_silver"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 7px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;amp;cid=player_dna&amp;amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-1996902985234816499?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/1996902985234816499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=1996902985234816499&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/1996902985234816499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/1996902985234816499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/06/take-two-barely-whisper.html' title='Take two - &quot;Barely a whisper&quot;'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SGlMsHaw6YI/AAAAAAAAAgI/F9h7ktFBlII/s72-c/P1010006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-7966495399777849186</id><published>2008-06-26T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:13:51.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ricardo'/><title type='text'>Cute Picture!!! Festa Junina!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SGQTISoOSyI/AAAAAAAAAgA/qOQ3hMoDKxs/s1600-h/P1010036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SGQTISoOSyI/AAAAAAAAAgA/qOQ3hMoDKxs/s400/P1010036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216315301562305314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll post a decent post soon, but I'm just too tired now. I was away from home for the past 4 days. It's great to be back. This is Ricardo and his friend at a "festa Junina." (Ricardo is the kid with the mustach...too cute!)&lt;br /&gt;More pictures soon!&lt;br /&gt;Life is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://englishforever.tripod.com.br/imagelib/sitebuilder/layout/spacer.gif" height="10" width="20" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="starterb.jpg" src="http://englishforever.tripod.com.br//sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/saojoao1.gif" align="left" border="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Junina's party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junina's party is celebrated in June and it is a&lt;br /&gt;folklorical party.&lt;br /&gt;In the past years in the country areas the weddings were made in the night of São João, with the bride and groom, parents,&lt;br /&gt;guests reunited around a bonfire.&lt;br /&gt;It became a very popular traditional party and during the month of June&lt;br /&gt;this party is made all over the country.&lt;br /&gt;Adults and especially children were typical costumes called Caipira´s costumes, and they dance "quadrilha" aa typical dance. There are colorful flags and bonfires in the parties&lt;br /&gt;The food and drinks are also typical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,Sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-7966495399777849186?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/7966495399777849186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=7966495399777849186&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/7966495399777849186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/7966495399777849186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/06/cute-picture-festa-junina.html' title='Cute Picture!!! Festa Junina!'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SGQTISoOSyI/AAAAAAAAAgA/qOQ3hMoDKxs/s72-c/P1010036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-3608486688532686819</id><published>2008-06-20T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:43:06.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Tiago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SFv6EP9mxLI/AAAAAAAAAf4/dSFncwSgI6M/s1600-h/P1010088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SFv6EP9mxLI/AAAAAAAAAf4/dSFncwSgI6M/s320/P1010088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214035944522826930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last night we had a little informal activity with "caipi's" (vodka, lemon, sugar, ice...you should try it, if you're not a Brazilian "viciado em caipirinhas)for one of our dear members who is moving on to another home and ministry. I would love to upload all the pictures I have of the funny faces he makes, but I think I'd have to ask his permission first....OH DARN IT: Here you go, LOOK AND LAUGH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SFv5OdrSfuI/AAAAAAAAAfw/hmmlkfdLVG0/s1600-h/P1010075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SFv5OdrSfuI/AAAAAAAAAfw/hmmlkfdLVG0/s320/P1010075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214035020491161314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Two years ago, 5 crazy pioneers (enfasis on "crazy") with the 5 children/teens decided to branch out and open a home. The first 4 already knew each other and had lived together, while one dear soul and her beloved 3 year old child, decided to say "what the ______" and start a new life too, since her old one was long gone. The dear home didn't have a location or even a home number, so it was affectionately called : "BR000". Almost two years later, the first original team has been joined by other laborer's and moved on to a bigger house, while many sheep (including a new disciple)  has joined the fold.&lt;br /&gt;Tiago was part of our original team and we'll miss him. Sure, we almost killed each other a few times, (exaggerating a little bit) but we were a team and the vision was clear in our hearts: We wanted to conquer Sao Paulo for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;We can't go back on time, but we can learn from the past experiences and treasure the wonderful memories and back each other up in prayer, for no matter where we are, we are part of the same army and still have the same heart.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun, Tiago. Key power to you! (And get married soon, for Christ sake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of our original team: (my son was sleeping when we were gonna take this picture so...he remained sleeping, ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SFv3jPlkwmI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AHwJQnOKaBg/s1600-h/P1010081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SFv3jPlkwmI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AHwJQnOKaBg/s320/P1010081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214033178463093346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-3608486688532686819?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/3608486688532686819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=3608486688532686819&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3608486688532686819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3608486688532686819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/06/goodbye-tiago.html' title='Goodbye Tiago'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SFv6EP9mxLI/AAAAAAAAAf4/dSFncwSgI6M/s72-c/P1010088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-8470783158696777665</id><published>2008-06-14T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T20:00:35.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>101 post - Videos!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;People usually announce when they complete their 100th post, and I hate being the same as everyone. (Or maybe I've just been soooooo busy that I haven't had time to post or check the numbers of the posts), but today I'm home practicing our busking team, so I found a second to sneak away and discovered that I actually already completed 100 posts. Wow! Well, I kind of like the sound of 101. I think it's a numero primo, and it's like the first birthday of an old person that turns 100.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, in olden days, men lived until they were like 900 or something, so they probably told their age like 1/2 (century) instead of putting the 101. "I'm 1 years old of my second life". Hilarious! I mean, how could they stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; to live in this world for so long? I've been here for 25 years and I'm already going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway. Today is my 101st post. Maybe I'll just make it make it fun and miscellaneous with some videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a meeting a a couple of months ago to talk about upcoming studio projects for our field and we had a night to sing and relax. The first video is of me singing one of my songs "Unica saida". (you click &lt;a href="http://www.familymembers.com/audio/English/Singles/CGO%20Single%20Releases/Witnessing%20Songs/The%20Only%20Way%20Out.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to download the song in English). If you don't understand what I say when I'm talking, don't feel bad. The Portuguese speakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; won't either because I talk SOOOOOOO FAST! It's just hilarious. And I make a lot of faces when I sing. Well...enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pHEGzK5B89Y"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pHEGzK5B89Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SFQMRkY5GWI/AAAAAAAAAfg/-A3RG8B3QxU/s1600-h/P1010053.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everybody knows who Paul is? You know...Pethuel? Well, I've seen him here and there, but only recently (in these meetings) did I have the pleasure of actually interacting with him, laughing with him and actually singing with him. No practicing whatsoever. It was great. We sang the Gospel medley! It was great fun. (Tigo basically led the song though).&lt;br /&gt;(Once again, check my faces. This is so embarrassing, not mentioning the fact that I look like I'm at the most 15 years old).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y-8ULu6IJHE"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y-8ULu6IJHE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SFQMRkY5GWI/AAAAAAAAAfg/-A3RG8B3QxU/s1600-h/P1010053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SFQMRkY5GWI/AAAAAAAAAfg/-A3RG8B3QxU/s400/P1010053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211804164739897698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great singing with you Paul. I'll catch you around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to add to my happenings. I finally learned how my studio equipment works and I'm working on my first song, which will come out in the MO site under CGO songs. I'll let you know when it's done, for anyone that wants to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can continue blogging. Sometimes I even forget I have a blog. It's been over a year! I hope you've been enjoying it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta ta for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-8470783158696777665?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/8470783158696777665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=8470783158696777665&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8470783158696777665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8470783158696777665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/06/101-post-videos.html' title='101 post - Videos!!!!'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SFQMRkY5GWI/AAAAAAAAAfg/-A3RG8B3QxU/s72-c/P1010053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-8194032356978112229</id><published>2008-06-04T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:36:08.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witnessing'/><title type='text'>Love knows no boundaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SEayYCqeXjI/AAAAAAAAAfI/KmEYtIIx2Vs/s1600-h/P1010031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SEayYCqeXjI/AAAAAAAAAfI/KmEYtIIx2Vs/s400/P1010031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208046145202183730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I did something I never really did before in my life. I have worked on different CTPs, but most of them involved teaching, singing, and things like that. I always avoided hospitals. I don't really like them (I wonder who does?) and I haven't really been to many hospitals since I was born at home and never really got sick. The only time I actually had to stay in the hospital for more 2 days (and actually have needles pocking me) was when I had my baby.  I admired that ministry and all, but I didn't think I could handle it, since I would probably start crying and I have a hard time having faith for healing, since I've faced death many times in my life and I've accepted it as part of life and sometimes tend to assume the worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SEayISqeXiI/AAAAAAAAAfA/oyJihZPyHFM/s1600-h/P1010032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SEayISqeXiI/AAAAAAAAAfA/oyJihZPyHFM/s400/P1010032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208045874619244066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week our official "Clown" wasn't available, so we decided to try something different, with more music and...hmmm...I would have to go. With the offensive and all, I've been trying my best to always say "yes" to the Lord for any crazy ministries or different idea's for witnessing, so I decided to give it my best shot. I even practiced the "froggie" skit to perform for the kids. (and I'm NOT at actress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SEa0biqeXkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/L9ODPKuoVAk/s1600-h/P1010033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SEa0biqeXkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/L9ODPKuoVAk/s400/P1010033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208048404354981442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? In the first room I already felt my eyes getting watery, and I held the tears back. We had so many deep experiences there, with the parents crying and thanking us, and I had a couple of peculiar experiences myself, like this this man (above) that was already in this last days. Supposedly he didn't react to anything and was already almost dead, but we sang to him anyway and prayed with him to receive Jesus and I just kept looking at him remember my dad before he passed away. My mom would tell me how he supposedly couldn't understand, but how he would shed tears when she would talk to him, so I walked up to him and started touching his forehead very gently. His eyes would move slightly and he seemed to be enjoying it. Like he wanted a little love.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SEaxlyqeXgI/AAAAAAAAAew/S4Cz1aee0ls/s1600-h/P1010085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SEaxlyqeXgI/AAAAAAAAAew/S4Cz1aee0ls/s400/P1010085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208045281913757186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last man wouldn't' stop smiling and praising the Lord. He had such a special heart and even prayed to us and blessed us. Look at his eyes! He looks like an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All to say...I love being a missionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Please continue to pray for Clara (of Jose) who is still undergoing therapy in her fight against cancer. The Lord has been working his miracles, but continue to pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-8194032356978112229?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/8194032356978112229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=8194032356978112229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8194032356978112229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8194032356978112229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-knows-no-boundaries.html' title='Love knows no boundaries'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SEayYCqeXjI/AAAAAAAAAfI/KmEYtIIx2Vs/s72-c/P1010031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-8342085699789964700</id><published>2008-05-27T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T16:13:11.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Truths about love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SDyzPx_4Z1I/AAAAAAAAAeo/GkUbdbfnouU/s1600-h/Affection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SDyzPx_4Z1I/AAAAAAAAAeo/GkUbdbfnouU/s400/Affection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205232353034135378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why is it that we always crave for what we can't have. Whenever we can't reach it, we want it, and we are not satisfied until we have it. I think that's what they call "ambition"; to be always wanting more and more and more. That's wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;y riches never satisfy, because you are never rich enough. That's why Alexander died, when we wasn't able to conquer all the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could that also be applied to love? When we can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;be with the one we love, that's when we desire him or her the most, but when they're right there be our side, we never appreciate them and often lose them as a result, because we are always wanting someone else...someone we can't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad reality of life is that many people live lonely lives, not because love doesn't cross their path, but because they want a love that they can't have. Either it's a love that was only for a time, but they can't accept the f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;act that it's time to move on, or they always dreamed of the love they were never meant to have, instead of loving the one they were with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SDyyJR_4Z0I/AAAAAAAAAeg/VVcGkJN-ffM/s1600-h/shrek-in-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SDyyJR_4Z0I/AAAAAAAAAeg/VVcGkJN-ffM/s400/shrek-in-love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205231141853357890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there have been too many sad stories l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ike these throughout the ages, and if we were smart, we could learn by other's mistakes instead of having to go through it ourselves and only finding out after long years that we let our life pass by without really living and loving like Jesus wanted us to, because we never yielded to what He had for us, and always wanted something else. There are a few secrets. First: Yielding your will, desires and heart to Jesus. Second: Not seeking to be loved but rather to love, and last: If you can't be with the one you love, then love the one you're with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SDyx8B_4ZzI/AAAAAAAAAeY/4VqfSXi5mD0/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SDyx8B_4ZzI/AAAAAAAAAeY/4VqfSXi5mD0/s400/P1010008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205230914220091186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing on earth is meant to last forever, so the only love that truly lasts is Jesus, and everything is a bonus, not something we deserve or can demand. Enjoy what you have, and live each day with passion and love. The Lord gives, the Lord takes away, but the Lord knows what he does. Trust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-8342085699789964700?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/8342085699789964700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=8342085699789964700&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8342085699789964700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8342085699789964700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/05/truths-about-love.html' title='Truths about love.'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SDyzPx_4Z1I/AAAAAAAAAeo/GkUbdbfnouU/s72-c/Affection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-2425172457037847556</id><published>2008-05-24T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T19:43:52.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ricardo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>The Wizard of Oz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SDjPex_4ZyI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/is05EnUTA3k/s1600-h/WizardOfOz_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SDjPex_4ZyI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/is05EnUTA3k/s400/WizardOfOz_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204137497150908194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two week ago, our singing team had a show and we had to learn a certain song for it. "Somewhere over the rainbow". I've personally watched the "Wizard of Oz" plenty of times and I remember it pretty well, but the rest of my teammates didn't really remember it - and one guy hadn't even watched it. Can you believe it? Anyway, so I went to youtube and showed them the clip of Judy Garland singing the song, and eventually we ended up watching a few other clips of the movie (distracting our practice time) but we did make a pretty nice version of the song for our show and it turned out very beautiful, TTL!&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to download the movie to watch it with my son. Ricardo is very pure when it comes to movies and TV, so I try to watch all the kid movies with him first explaining it to him, before I let him go ahead and watch it alone or with other kids. I'm also trying to find the old movies that actually have character building messages, instead of a bunch of ridiculous nonsense or adult jokes.&lt;br /&gt;So I watched it with him in three parent time sessions. (The last part that has "witch" scenes and "ugly flying monkeys" I watched it during the day, so we wouldn't sleep with the green witches face on his mind. I also really tried to bring forth messages through it all, saying the little shoes are like the Keys of the Kingdom that protect us and give us power; the the witch is like the devil that only scares, but can't really hurt us; that the angels are always around, even if we can't see them; and little lessons like that. It was great! He loved it and so did I. (And the adults and teens that would sit around my computer watching it along with us, ha).&lt;br /&gt;I'm downloading the "swiss family Robinson" and "the sound of music" and I'm gonna watch those with him too.&lt;br /&gt;Its easier for parents to just sit a kid in front of a corny cartoon and not have to worry about them, while the kids learn pure nonsense, then it is to sit with them and make it a nice family time, plus learn lessons from it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....we're out to see the wizard....the WONDERFUL WIZARD OF OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;Love you all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-2425172457037847556?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/2425172457037847556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=2425172457037847556&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/2425172457037847556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/2425172457037847556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/05/wizard-of-oz.html' title='The Wizard of Oz'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SDjPex_4ZyI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/is05EnUTA3k/s72-c/WizardOfOz_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-1053634460315581801</id><published>2008-05-18T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:08:10.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday/Goodbye Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SDCoxAKgniI/AAAAAAAAAeI/KxNsMGGS6wQ/s1600-h/P1010035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SDCoxAKgniI/AAAAAAAAAeI/KxNsMGGS6wQ/s400/P1010035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201843129424059938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dear Maria,&lt;br /&gt;You know what I think about you and I know what you think of me, so I don't think I have to post it in a public blog, but I wanted to tell you that I love you, that I wish you a happy birthday (catching up with me again, huh?) and that happy new start in your new place of service.&lt;br /&gt;To all those reading this, Maria is on her way to WS and Brasil is not gonna be the same without her. This is one girl who never compromised her convictions for nothing in the world, who stuck in out in a humble place of service for many years, but always being diligent and faithful. She has been a dear friend to me (I still call her "my best friend"...the only one I ever called that) and had faith in me though I'm probably the greatest screw-up around. I used to tease her that she'd go to WS one day and lo and behold, she's on her way.&lt;br /&gt;Maria, you know you're always gonna have a place in my heart and I pray that as you embark on this new year and this new start, you'll be brave and look ahead, leaving the past completely behind and giving the Lord a chance to let you become like a little child again and breathe in His fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna write down portions of a song I wrote for her a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I see her eyes, her blue searching eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and she looks at the path before her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I see her feet, her little anxious feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;as they're ready to walk the path ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel her breath slowly yet steady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and she gathers up all courage that she can find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hear her heart beating bravely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;as she's stepping out by faith on more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good bye, Loira. You are NOT a dumb blond....hmmm....maybe sometimes, but not for the things that really matter in life.&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-1053634460315581801?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/1053634460315581801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=1053634460315581801&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/1053634460315581801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/1053634460315581801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthdaygoodbye-maria.html' title='Happy Birthday/Goodbye Maria'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SDCoxAKgniI/AAAAAAAAAeI/KxNsMGGS6wQ/s72-c/P1010035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-1520089756740741113</id><published>2008-05-16T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:27:33.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witnessing'/><title type='text'>Making progress...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SC4-MQKgngI/AAAAAAAAAd4/5i0uh9jujSs/s1600-h/P1010001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SC4-MQKgngI/AAAAAAAAAd4/5i0uh9jujSs/s400/P1010001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201162999877901826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Offensive...here we go. It's pretty easy to sit down and make the goals and all, but the hard part comes when we put them to practice in an extremily busy home that doesn't seem to move from "pioneer home" status, ha! Maybe it's good, since it always keeps us new bottles and open to the new since we never "arrive" so-to-speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...last week was the PMA kickoff and we had our meeting for the Mentors and we found out who our students would be. I don't think I ever mentioned here that I'm gonna be a Mentor. It's kind of exciting to be able to participate in a new pioneer project for the Family that has to do with witnessing and training the new shepherds of tomorrow, but it's also very challenging and sobering since you know the Lord will require more of you. Well...all in all, it's the Lord will, so it's gonna be great. (I do appreciate your prayers, though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had another meeting about a new project our home is embarking on, and we're making progress, plus our music Band is slowly taking off. The Name of our band is "Streams". Of course, we're still defining it and taking it a step at a time, but last week we had a show at the Sofitel hotel and it went really good. Here's a picture of our team:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SC49_wKgnfI/AAAAAAAAAdw/d5pZB1iNaDA/s1600-h/y.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SC49_wKgnfI/AAAAAAAAAdw/d5pZB1iNaDA/s320/y.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201162785129537010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope your offensive is going well for you and your home. It's a lot of work and I noticed that most homes are basically taking baby steps and making slow progress, but at least we are going forward and once the ball starts rolling...it ain't gonna stop. I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-1520089756740741113?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/1520089756740741113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=1520089756740741113&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/1520089756740741113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/1520089756740741113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/05/making-progress.html' title='Making progress...'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SC4-MQKgngI/AAAAAAAAAd4/5i0uh9jujSs/s72-c/P1010001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-4346577022524757424</id><published>2008-05-11T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T17:36:52.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz dia da maes.</title><content type='html'>To those who don't read portuguese, that means "Happy Mother's day". It's mother's  day today in Brasil. Happy day to all you wonderful mommy's. I only have one kid, and he takes all my time, and I really admire what I consider "real mommy's" who not only have many children, but teach them, and take other children under their wings and raise them like their very own. Plus, they carry that wonderful "motherly" spirit everywhere they go. I don't think I fit  into that category, ha! Happy mothers day, all. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SCeQAAKgneI/AAAAAAAAAdo/JR1k57s7yF0/s1600-h/mothers+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SCeQAAKgneI/AAAAAAAAAdo/JR1k57s7yF0/s400/mothers+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199282624541007330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-4346577022524757424?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/4346577022524757424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=4346577022524757424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/4346577022524757424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/4346577022524757424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/05/feliz-dia-da-maes.html' title='Feliz dia da maes.'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SCeQAAKgneI/AAAAAAAAAdo/JR1k57s7yF0/s72-c/mothers+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-793466107951834867</id><published>2008-05-06T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:14:54.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>WE WILL MAKE MUSIC!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, so I got home today and I was hearing some noises....like...I think it was suppose to be music. Oh yes, it was music. It was in our classroom. Our guys were jamming! Now everybody here likes to sing and all, but we don't really have instruments....hmm....lets check it out...:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SCDReAijISI/AAAAAAAAAdg/t1bi04JeHnU/s1600-h/P1010001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SCDReAijISI/AAAAAAAAAdg/t1bi04JeHnU/s400/P1010001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197384283456741666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Intruducing Tiago, or like some people like to call him: "Nossa"..(An expression in portuguese like meaning "Gosh". Tiago likes to use it a lot). This  dude loves to sing and is inlove with a mic. (If you can call that a mic) He's pretty loud and doesn't really need a mic, but I guess if it makes him feel better...go ahead! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SCDRUgijIRI/AAAAAAAAAdY/tFs3TBVTGUw/s1600-h/P1010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SCDRUgijIRI/AAAAAAAAAdY/tFs3TBVTGUw/s400/P1010003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197384120247984402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Filipe Cabral. He doesn't speak a word of English and has been in the family for a little over a year. He's pretty good on the drums, but hmmm....we don't really have a complete drumset. So, PTL, got to do with what we have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SCDRMAijIQI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ubMQy4to05U/s1600-h/P1010002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SCDRMAijIQI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ubMQy4to05U/s400/P1010002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197383974219096322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Intruducing a latin Colombiano that just arrived at our home about 2 months ago. He can dance pretty good, and he likes to pretend he can sing too. Sebastian. Bienvenido. By the way...that nice peace of equipment will only stay in our home for another week. Enjoy while you can, man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SCDRDgijIPI/AAAAAAAAAdI/XckU1CrZLq4/s1600-h/P1010004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SCDRDgijIPI/AAAAAAAAAdI/XckU1CrZLq4/s400/P1010004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197383828190208242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OK. I'm not sure what this guy is doing in my blog. I think they call him "Sapo" (meaning frog) but his name is Daniel. He's on his way to Colombia and thats his bass. They were having the time of their lives!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SCDQ7AijIOI/AAAAAAAAAdA/1EGoEIyckRU/s1600-h/P1010045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SCDQ7AijIOI/AAAAAAAAAdA/1EGoEIyckRU/s400/P1010045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197383682161320162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, since I put the picture of our boys, I might as well put a picture of the girls. This girl is called Joana and her main instrument is the keyboard. Of all of us amateurs, I think she's the only actual musician. That my guitar...an integral part of our music group. And thats me....posing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SCDQXQijINI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Q5RBmyYKdJ0/s1600-h/P1010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SCDQXQijINI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Q5RBmyYKdJ0/s400/P1010007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197383067980996818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my newest toy. I haven't named it yet. It's what we'll use to make music for all to hear. After I crack my brain cells figuring it out...(I'm not so smart, but at least I'm presistent. Thats how I learn most things in my life....some people like to call me stuburn).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SCDQPwijIMI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zZLmV7d_7_k/s1600-h/P1010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SCDQPwijIMI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zZLmV7d_7_k/s400/P1010006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197382939131977922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And this....hmmm....its actually a decoration in the girls room and I think it has sentimental value for someone, but it was being used today to make music, so I couldn't leave it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SCDQCgijILI/AAAAAAAAAco/8MTTj0_1wfY/s1600-h/P1010022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SCDQCgijILI/AAAAAAAAAco/8MTTj0_1wfY/s400/P1010022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197382711498711218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pray for us, everybody. We are a bunch of crazy wackos with a dream. We want to win the world for Jesus and spread him music far and wide. Lots of froggie voices and a big heart.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!!&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/7888446835544946529-793466107951834867?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/793466107951834867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=793466107951834867&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/793466107951834867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/793466107951834867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-will-make-music.html' title='WE WILL MAKE MUSIC!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SCDReAijISI/AAAAAAAAAdg/t1bi04JeHnU/s72-c/P1010001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-8281784578693796016</id><published>2008-04-28T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:15:11.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>It will be OK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SBY-HgijIKI/AAAAAAAAAcg/P8eRAA9Y7w8/s1600-h/P1010117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SBY-HgijIKI/AAAAAAAAAcg/P8eRAA9Y7w8/s400/P1010117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194407518933295266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm resting today...sort of. There is just so much work to do and much of it is left to my "spare" hours (or seconds). I bet all of us have been feeling a bit overwhelmed with the work and the new the things the Lord is doing. I know I have...&lt;br /&gt;I went for a walk right now to pray a bit and then I came back and wrote this poem. I wanna share it with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Precious little moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;do I have today to spare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The work is hard; the tasks are big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;almost too much to bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I kneel and pray to find relief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I bare my heart and sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I trust that it won't be too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You'll care for everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I see my life through other's eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and wonder what they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I try my best, but seem to fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I never make the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The seconds fly, the hours soar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;the night so quickly comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But I know that You are my Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You care for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tomorrow will be filled with light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Your promises tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If I don't quit, but hold on tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If I trust and believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm tired, yes, and a little lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But You, Love, know the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You'll carry Me in your sweet arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;everything will be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7888446835544946529-8281784578693796016?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/8281784578693796016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=8281784578693796016&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8281784578693796016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8281784578693796016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-will-be-ok.html' title='It will be OK'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SBY-HgijIKI/AAAAAAAAAcg/P8eRAA9Y7w8/s72-c/P1010117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-3957101053682877725</id><published>2008-04-20T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T17:49:49.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Home sweet home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SAvj2IVDZ-I/AAAAAAAAAcY/nZjFASv4_t4/s1600-h/P1010004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SAvj2IVDZ-I/AAAAAAAAAcY/nZjFASv4_t4/s400/P1010004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191493514562856930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week was one of my busiest weeks of this whole year and I feel so tired that I don't even feel tired anymore. Ok, ok, let me explain myself...you know how when its lunch time you feel very hungry and it gets worse until the point when the hunger starts going away....and you don't feel it so much anymore? (Did that make any sense?) I traveled to Foz do Iguacu (A city on the border of Argentina and Paraguay) to cross the border and buy my studio equipment in Paraguay where its cheaper. I traveled with my boy and the trip was quite a story in itself, full of adventures. I spent two nights this week sleeping on a bus with my son on my lap (I need a back massage) and as soon as I came back I went for two day meetings....so tonight I'm finally gonna sleep on my bed after about 6 days.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SAvi-oVDZ9I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/44yTVtYPclg/s1600-h/P1010026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SAvi-oVDZ9I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/44yTVtYPclg/s400/P1010026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191492561080117202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of my adventures this week had to do with music. I got my equipment to be able to record my songs and the songs of so many other family composers that recieve beautiful music. Now I can expand on my dream of spreading music far and wide and using it as a tool to win the world for Jesus. My meetings also had to do with music and witnessing and the offensive, so my mind hasn't really stopped yet. I'm extremely tired, yet I'm also feeling super awake! It was a crazy, busy, tiring week, but I feel like I'm going forward towards the future and what the Lord has for me, so as soon as I stop and pray and put my thoughts together....I know that it's gonna be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SAvinoVDZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/iCa832p97MA/s1600-h/P1010012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SAvinoVDZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/iCa832p97MA/s400/P1010012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191492165943125954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make a special appreciation to very special people that will recieve huge special crowns in heaven. The Home in Foz do Iguacu not only took Ricardo and me in and took super good care of us, but they also helped me in so many ways, including financially to buy my studio equipment. I recieved so much love there in so many ways and I wish there was a way I could pay back. Any new songs that come out from this equipment, and any new souls and disciples that recieve the Lord through this music, I know they will have quite a big share in the reward in heaven. THANKS A LOT GUYS! I couldn't have made it without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SAviKIVDZ7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/K4bHkLj4yRI/s1600-h/P1010039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SAviKIVDZ7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/K4bHkLj4yRI/s400/P1010039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191491659136985010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....all I can say now is...."there's no place like home."&lt;br /&gt;I take that back. I can also say: "My Family, my family, I know its right, my family..."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SAvh14VDZ6I/AAAAAAAAAb4/DaYHOgRjlPI/s1600-h/P1010048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SAvh14VDZ6I/AAAAAAAAAb4/DaYHOgRjlPI/s400/P1010048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191491311244634018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SAvhk4VDZ5I/AAAAAAAAAbw/-zm9IWKXgSo/s1600-h/P1010063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SAvhk4VDZ5I/AAAAAAAAAbw/-zm9IWKXgSo/s400/P1010063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191491019186857874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-3957101053682877725?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/3957101053682877725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=3957101053682877725&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3957101053682877725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3957101053682877725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/04/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SAvj2IVDZ-I/AAAAAAAAAcY/nZjFASv4_t4/s72-c/P1010004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-811937306945506421</id><published>2008-04-12T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T18:23:57.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Gifts of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SAFc96Ir1iI/AAAAAAAAAbo/hGQUucEattg/s1600-h/P1010030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SAFc96Ir1iI/AAAAAAAAAbo/hGQUucEattg/s400/P1010030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188530464354981410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm learning a lot about what the Lord's gifts are and how they manifest themselves in our lives. They usually don't come in the form that we hope they would, and most of the time we can't even recognize them since our eyes are so stuck in our idea of how they should be, that we fail to see how our life is surrounded with touches of His love, and He pours it down on us like fountains.&lt;br /&gt;Here of some of the gifts that He gives us sometimes: The gift of endurance; of a broken heart; gift of lonliness; the gift of a smile that brings healing; a fighting spirit; the gift of faith...and many more.&lt;br /&gt;These gifts are only cultivated though the difficult circunstances that Jesus brings into our lives, if we yield and obey, but after we cultivate these spiritual gifts, are eyes open up in a different way and we see things more in the spirit, until these two worlds merge together and we can see the touches of love from our husband all around us. Not only that, but He does give us our heart desires and wants, when we first learn to treasure the gifts that at first seem like a stone, but are bread to our spirit. When we pass the phase, we can be worthy to recieve all the other gifts He has for us.&lt;br /&gt;His gifts are wonderful! I don't deserve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm gonna be traveling Monday or Thuesday to the border to buy my studio equipment(one of my gifts from Him), so I would love it if you can just say a little prayer for my protection and for me to really get the right stuff and make it safely back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya later.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-811937306945506421?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/811937306945506421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=811937306945506421&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/811937306945506421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/811937306945506421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/04/gifts-of-love.html' title='Gifts of love'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SAFc96Ir1iI/AAAAAAAAAbo/hGQUucEattg/s72-c/P1010030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-6028895897002815721</id><published>2008-04-04T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T19:22:17.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prophecy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Stars and Ages!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R_bhELOGwHI/AAAAAAAAAbg/rJ9TPXB1m8c/s1600-h/pisces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R_bhELOGwHI/AAAAAAAAAbg/rJ9TPXB1m8c/s400/pisces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185579482811383922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few weeks ago my aquarius mind decided to drive me crazy, thinking about "Ages". You know....we all hear about the "age of Aquarius", and I had heard something about the Antichrist coming in the "Age of Aries" and that Jesus came in the "Age of Pisces" and all kinds of things like that, so my mind just started really ticking and I spend quite a few hours on google researching about it until my eyes couldn't take it anymore. I read pretty fast and have an ability to grasp a lot from an article from a quick look, so you can imagine how much information I got that night. But at the same time, I was more comfused than ever, since so many different sites contradicted themselves and I didn't really find the answers I was seeking for. (By the way, I don't recomend that any of you follow my bad example)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like understanding things completely so I went to bed completely frustruated and unsatisfied, since I felt even dumber than before, and if I would happen to have a discussion about it with someone...I wouldn't have all the answers...therefore (no one likes losing an argument, right?...another bad example, BTW).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I decided to ask the Lord about it. (Duh). I'll leave you with these two pictures, the first one representing Pisces and the second one Aquarious....and a message from Jesus. Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R_be6rOGwFI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/rL5G9J2l62g/s1600-h/Aquarius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R_be6rOGwFI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/rL5G9J2l62g/s400/Aquarius.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185577120579371090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(Jesus speaking) Some things are just to huge for your mind to comprehend, for is there any human being that has traveled the universe and visited every star? Nay, I say, and they never will! They can only suppose and guess, and try to pretend as they know it all, but when darkness comes and comfusion reigns, then their hearts will fail them for fear for they will be aware that they never knew anything at all, and all their knowlegde simply burned all their freedom and simplicity...and the worse: There is no turning back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:olive;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I have gifted many with the gift of interpretation to where they can see the future and recognize the signs in the stars, for there are many signs and many prophets, though behold there are also many false prophets that only pretend to know, but are like blind leading the blind. My truth has always been simple and I do not wish that my children complicate themselves too much with figuring out every fact and figure, but I do wish to remind them that, behold I come quickly, guard what you have that no man may steal your crown. And the only stars I truly wish you to focus on are the stars that will be shining in your crown of light when you come into my glory with my holy angels, for you were not ashamed of my words, esteaming the reproach of Christ greater riches than the ones here in earth. I have come to make you fishers of men, and that started the age of Pisces. I have come that you may have life and have it in abundance. I have gathered my children from the four corners of the earth with my flowing waters of my truth through the words of my prophet David. Thus the Age of Aquarious. Don't look too far ahead into the future, but live for today. Don't try to understand every detail of the stars, but be wise instead, for you will shine as the stars in the firmament forever and ever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7888446835544946529-6028895897002815721?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/6028895897002815721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=6028895897002815721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/6028895897002815721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/6028895897002815721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/04/stars-and-ages.html' title='Stars and Ages!'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R_bhELOGwHI/AAAAAAAAAbg/rJ9TPXB1m8c/s72-c/pisces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-3390877198465675740</id><published>2008-03-29T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:35:49.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flor de Pereira - long and boring post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R-8XHLOGwEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/nvUKT9UpY9g/s1600-h/flor+de+p3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R-8XHLOGwEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/nvUKT9UpY9g/s320/flor+de+p3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183387108165206082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To those who don't my name, let me introduce myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mom was pregnant, she never really checked to see if I was a boy or a girl, and everybody was completely certain that she was pregnant of a boy (I was suppose to be a boy...I just love soccer, driving, and most things that boys do - though I had to grow out of most things, unfortunally), so she was gonna call me Martin (the name of the brother born after me), but after I popped out a little differentely than she had planned, I was sort of nameless for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the rumors and stories (I can't quite know, since I was too young to understand what the "big people" would say) my older brother wanted to call me "Flor" (mean's flower) after a girl he liked. It turned out that my dad really liked that name and it was decided. Now my Brazilian side has the last name "Pereira" and my Argentine side has the last name "Cordoba". In Argentina, the kids are named after their father only (at least thats how it was when my brothers where born), but since I was born in Brazil, I would inherit both my parents names, and they could pretty much spell it out however they felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my grandpa has this great idea of making a play on words and calling me "Flor de Pereira (Pereira also means a pear tree) Cordoba". I never really like my name and I totally detested the 1 million nicknames I had throughout my childhood. (I won't name them here since I don't want to give anybody any ideas, heh) and later when I rejoined the CM Family (this was quite a while ago) the Lord gave me a new name: "Esther" and I've been using it ever since. I'm not quite sure where the "Wild Wind" came out of, but it sort of stuck so far, and I don't think I'll be able to get rid of it anymore...ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year after many breakings and basically starting my life over again, the Lord told me to go back to my first name in a way of returning to my simplicity as a child and being reborn, but since the name "Esther" was also a name He gave Me, I didn't have to renounce it either. I know it sounds complicated, but its pretty simple. All the people in my home call me "Flor" and so do all the sheep I'm meeting from now on, but most of my friends from other places call me "Esther" and I still use that name quite a bit, but its not my everyday name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all to say is that I always wanted to know what my "flower" was. The "flower from a pear tree" and I finally researched it and posted the pictures for anybody thats interested. My name is "Flor de Pereira Cordoba" though a part of me is still "Esther Wild Wind" so just call me whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, this was a very long and boring post. But I guess you all know a little more about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be pretty crazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R-8Q_rOGwDI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Z3v3-_2g8HA/s1600-h/flor+de+p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R-8Q_rOGwDI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Z3v3-_2g8HA/s320/flor+de+p1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183380382246420530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-3390877198465675740?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/3390877198465675740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=3390877198465675740&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3390877198465675740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3390877198465675740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/03/flor-de-pereira-long-and-boring-post.html' title='Flor de Pereira - long and boring post'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R-8XHLOGwEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/nvUKT9UpY9g/s72-c/flor+de+p3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-3768052652511925834</id><published>2008-03-27T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T15:36:01.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>"Paradise" song for download</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R-wg07OGwCI/AAAAAAAAAa4/UmJ77clTQRc/s1600-h/day+with+Jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R-wg07OGwCI/AAAAAAAAAa4/UmJ77clTQRc/s320/day+with+Jesus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182553364818739234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To those of you who read my last post and wanted to hear the song....just &lt;a href="http://files1.mailboxdrive.com/freemp3s/e/esther.musica@gmail.com/731870.mp3"&gt;click on this link&lt;/a&gt;, and you can download it (I hope it works, heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will all be worth it for just a moment with Jesus!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-3768052652511925834?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/3768052652511925834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=3768052652511925834&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3768052652511925834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/3768052652511925834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/03/paradise-song-for-download.html' title='&quot;Paradise&quot; song for download'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R-wg07OGwCI/AAAAAAAAAa4/UmJ77clTQRc/s72-c/day+with+Jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-5226417882247458569</id><published>2008-03-20T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:05:48.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>One day I will be in Paradise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R-MWILOGwBI/AAAAAAAAAaw/JduSiL3L6IY/s1600-h/P1010128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180008326112919570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R-MWILOGwBI/AAAAAAAAAaw/JduSiL3L6IY/s400/P1010128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today someone asked me "how are you doing?" and I replied: "I'm fine, I'm great!". Then I sort of thought about it and said: "Well...you know...I'm fighting! Can't say I don't feel like I could use a spiritual spa and inner healing and rest, but I gotta keep fighting and thats what I'm doing....so I guess, yeah, I'm fine!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like when everything starts falling into place and making sense, somehow other disasters decide to bump into our life. Maybe it's a privilege, or maybe it's because we are passing to higher levels and require greater fighting skills, but either way...there is no rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song I wrote quite a while ago. I sang it today...and I meant every word.&lt;br /&gt;(I wasn't able to upload the song, sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tell me of the story of my life as I'm lying here with You in this nice day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tell me of the miracle of love. Of the day that I was born and grew to love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tell me of the times I lost my way and I thought I was alone and cried in fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But always you would reach your loving arms and take me to Your heart and whisper in my ear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"One day we will be in Paradise remembering these moments of your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Though you have heartaches and grief and questions too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you will see it will be worth it when I'm there with you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tell me of the time when I scared to give my all to You and head your call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But always you would try to understand and waited patiently for me to follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tell me of the day I fell inlove with You. The day you touched and made my life anew&lt;br /&gt;So many memories. So much time has passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But through it all I can see that you never left my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And now I'm here in Paradise remember these moments of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;though I had heartaches and grief and questions too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I see it was all worth it for this moment here with You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jesus, I believe...help my unbelief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-5226417882247458569?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/5226417882247458569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=5226417882247458569&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/5226417882247458569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/5226417882247458569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-paradise.html' title='One day I will be in Paradise...'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R-MWILOGwBI/AAAAAAAAAaw/JduSiL3L6IY/s72-c/P1010128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-879346295846686973</id><published>2008-03-15T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T19:31:37.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witnessing'/><title type='text'>Closer to heaven!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R91ivPMf2dI/AAAAAAAAAag/jZwkdAnHwfw/s1600-h/P1010150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178403710218262994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R91ivPMf2dI/AAAAAAAAAag/jZwkdAnHwfw/s400/P1010150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These last weeks have been crazy/busy. I did some traveling, spent some time with my older sister who came to visit with my little nephews from Chile, started driving a bit more and continue with the wonderful challenge of teaching my smart 4 year old to read and write and do algebra (just kiddin') But mainly its just been crazy because there are sooooooooo many sheep and potencial disciples that keep crossing my path. And not in "witnessing hours", but anytime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R91iffMf2cI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Jkcj_KklcIE/s1600-h/P1010058.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two weeks ago I went out to a pub to hang out and fellowship since I was really discouraged and battling and felt like I needed a little time just to chill, and out of the blue someone tried to pick a conversation with me since he noticed I spoke English, so my automatic reaction was to hand him a track, say I'm a missionary and hope he wouldn't be interesting me me anymore and leave me in my bummer (sounds horrible, no?). But he didn't! He wanted to know more and since I don't really know how to let a sheep down, I spent about an hour with him witnessing and the next day he came to our home, subscribed for two years Activated, bought all the activated books and says the Lord called him to be a missionary. I don't really know what the Lord has for him and in what capacity he'll serve Him, but it was a nice encouragment to me to see how the Lord needs me, as long as I'm willing. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R91iffMf2cI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Jkcj_KklcIE/s1600-h/P1010058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178403439635323330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R91iffMf2cI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Jkcj_KklcIE/s400/P1010058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I made this prayer to the Lord and asked to bring the disciples to me and make them cross my path and I promised him I wouldn't let him down and I would be faithful. Since I've been schooling my boy, I'm not out in the streets much, but when I traveled, I asked the Lord to bring someone to sit beside me that I could witness to. Well, this 24 year old called "Leonardo" sat beside me and boy, oh boy, the Lord has something for him. I saw him ,two days ago and we spent an afternoon reading "Mauntain men" "War of the worlds" talking about the dead churches and all. I'm totally exausted right now. But it feels so good! It seems like the ridiculous trials I used to have, just vanishe when I focus on the things that really matter and I keep my eyes on heaven and concentrate of helping other also make it up to heaven with me. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R9xkkfMf2aI/AAAAAAAAAaI/J6SCxk0WHzI/s1600-h/P1010185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178124249581214114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R9xkkfMf2aI/AAAAAAAAAaI/J6SCxk0WHzI/s400/P1010185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read something today in "Love for the lost": &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;....The cure is to stop keeping it all to yourself and start sharing what you have with others, and then you'll see it for the precious treasure that it really is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You won't just be saving their souls, you'll be saving yours also.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna save your soul? Save others! You wanna feel real love? Then love incondicionally! Its something you'll be learning for the rest of your life, but as long as you're striving to be what your true soul - the one that was made in heaven - is meant to be, you'll be getting one step closer to heaven and things on earth won't matter so much anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy offensive everyone! I love you all....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-879346295846686973?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/879346295846686973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=879346295846686973&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/879346295846686973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/879346295846686973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/03/closer-to-heaven.html' title='Closer to heaven!'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R91ivPMf2dI/AAAAAAAAAag/jZwkdAnHwfw/s72-c/P1010150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-2949944247981247346</id><published>2008-03-06T17:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T17:29:04.981-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolish'/><title type='text'>Just foolishness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hi people! I don't usually post stupid stuff in my blog (at least I hope not, ha) but if you guys have been extremely busy and overwhelmed and tired and going through the "take no heed" battles....I guess you could use a little laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've probably already watched the movie (or not) but this sceen is probably the funiest of the whole movie and it reminds me of my brother.....major Cris Tucker fan. He can watch this part 1000000 times and laugh just the same. I had a good laugh just 5 minutes ago watching it again....so I thought I'd just "break out the my normal rotine" and just be a little foolish for a change.&lt;br /&gt;Love you all. I hope you're having a great Offensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dU4lYcN6zEY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dU4lYcN6zEY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-2949944247981247346?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/2949944247981247346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=2949944247981247346&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/2949944247981247346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/2949944247981247346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='Just foolishness'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-8671024426062410579</id><published>2008-03-02T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T18:54:10.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Offensive....Life....everything....it's all good!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R8tkpzhDIXI/AAAAAAAAAaA/NVhMgmST6_0/s1600-h/P1010156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173339266331386226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R8tkpzhDIXI/AAAAAAAAAaA/NVhMgmST6_0/s400/P1010156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hi everybody! I bet you're all as busy as me with the offensive and so many things happening in our lives, so I don't even know if I should post this since it's not that important, and maybe no one will have time to read it...and it's just my thoughts! Well....to anyone reading this: I love you! It's always great to your have your visit here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally, extremely tired, but since I'll be resting tomorrow, I guess I can stay up late again (since I've been staying up late for the past 4 nights) and share a little more of my life with you. This week has been great! Very, very tiring, but also full and fulfilling without much time to think about my own self and problems but just focus on the wonderful future the Lord has for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R8tkLThDIWI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/jlCcknkKtQ0/s1600-h/Rotation+of+P1010117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173338742345376098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R8tkLThDIWI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/jlCcknkKtQ0/s320/Rotation+of+P1010117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The witnessing has been great. This sheep just bumped into our path in the most crazy way (not on our "work" witnessing hours) and he stayed till 2:30 AM one night here...subcribed for 2 years Activated, bought all the Activated books (read them all), brought a new sheep over and already marked to start the 12FS (We met him 4 days ago, btw). This Sunday we had about 25 people here for our Sunday Meeting, and it's just exploding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R8tjtThDIVI/AAAAAAAAAZw/QkPSb6R9mwA/s1600-h/P1010144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173338226949300562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R8tjtThDIVI/AAAAAAAAAZw/QkPSb6R9mwA/s320/P1010144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent Family day in another home and my kid had a great time in a birthday party and also with his new beautiful friend...(check the pic) and I had a great time with my friends and talking about everything the Lord is doing in our lives and what's we've been going through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...All to say...The Lord has some great things for us, if we just hold on and don't quit, even when the going gets really, really rough. And if you're down, quit thinking about yourself and focus your sight on the need, on the work, the sheep and ESPECIALLY on Jesus, and keep it up a step at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all good! It's not only gonna be OK...it's gonna be GREAT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-8671024426062410579?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/8671024426062410579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=8671024426062410579&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8671024426062410579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8671024426062410579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/03/offensivelifeeverythingits-all-good.html' title='Offensive....Life....everything....it&apos;s all good!!!!'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R8tkpzhDIXI/AAAAAAAAAaA/NVhMgmST6_0/s72-c/P1010156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-6679383124140238360</id><published>2008-02-27T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T07:26:00.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Its all by faith!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R8V8Ec4VYII/AAAAAAAAAZo/NS_W_f4ov18/s1600-h/P1010084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171676163018678402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R8V8Ec4VYII/AAAAAAAAAZo/NS_W_f4ov18/s400/P1010084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This Offensive has been pretty crazy for me. Not only in the overwhelming feeling and excitment of the whole deal, but mainly because I've been hit with many of the most severe battles of my life with things I thought I was way over with ages ago. Its like the whole herd of hell just threw themselves on top of me and I'm barely making it one day at a time. I had quite a few "lows"....as in "Deep, deep lows" and very few highs and I've been taking it by faith each step at a time....trying not to lose faith and keep believing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very ironic, I mean, for a fultime witnesser like me, this is a dream and something that's finally gonna happen, but for some reason, when I should be overwhelming with faith and excitment, my faith seems to be flickering low and almost dead. I read something once that said "fight for your faith, like its the last coca-cola in the desert" (I adapted the last line) and that's basically what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;I love Hebrews 11, especially this verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[13] These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's really all by faith, then some of us (like me) will never really feel anything or see anything, but all we'll have to hang on to is our faith. Our faith to believe in the promises and be persuaded of them and embrace them even if all the odds are against us. I know that I don't belong in the world, and I know that my cross is very heavy and 2 nights ago I told the Lord that I wouldn't be able to carry it much longer, and that made me think about all of you around the world who are carrying equally heavy crosses, but crosses tailor made for you like mine was made for me. Crosses that we chose to carry before we left our home in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Lets just pray for eachother, because now is the time to fight the last battle and we can't lose anybody else. It's all by faith!!! Gotta keep moving....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-6679383124140238360?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/6679383124140238360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=6679383124140238360&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/6679383124140238360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/6679383124140238360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-all-by-faith.html' title='Its all by faith!'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R8V8Ec4VYII/AAAAAAAAAZo/NS_W_f4ov18/s72-c/P1010084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-7612648252015038502</id><published>2008-02-22T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T07:33:29.422-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Lunatic?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R77lcc4VYHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/pyz4vJGVua0/s1600-h/Lunar%2520Eclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169821699219480690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R77lcc4VYHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/pyz4vJGVua0/s320/Lunar%2520Eclipse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;There was a Lunar ecplise 2 nights ago. That same day was one of those days when I just felt really discouraged and down and didn't really understand why. I was also very tired and was chatting with a dear friend online and he said there was gonna be a Lunar Eclipse that night, but I told him that I was way too tired (in his part of the world it was considerably earlier then here in Brasil) and I was just gonna go to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So I did...try do. I laid down and one million thoughts start plagging me until the tears were starting to slowly morf into real threats and I really didn't feel like crying that night so I got up and went outside to watch the Lunar eclipse. There was no one awhake except for the folks that came from Bible class and looked at me with funny eyes since I was the only one awhake, dressed only in a big "Hard Rock cafe" shirt, no shorts and barefoot. It was kind of chilly and I stared up at the moon as it was trying to hide from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;First I started talking to it about many things....I don't really know if "it" would hear me, but at least it wouldn't argue with me, ha! Then I started praying and letting the glow of it wash over me as I imagined myself all alone in the world in the presence of God, as His mercy and love were casting a gentle glow on me and renewing my strength. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then I started thinking about the analogy of how we are like the moon and we reflect God's light, and then thinking about how even the moon takes a break sometimes...ha! And I realised that I was like the moon right that second taking a little break from reflecting and hiding away for renewal so I could come back brighter than before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Basically, I stayed up until it got totally dark, said goodnight to the moon and to my love, Jesus, and slept well after that. It was a nice experience!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can't say I feel completely better, but I took my little break in Jesus's arms, and now I'm back. Gotta keep reflecting....always and forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Does that make me a "lunatic"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-7612648252015038502?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/7612648252015038502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=7612648252015038502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/7612648252015038502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/7612648252015038502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/02/lunatic.html' title='Lunatic?????'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R77lcc4VYHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/pyz4vJGVua0/s72-c/Lunar%2520Eclipse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-6794425755607419284</id><published>2008-02-16T17:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T17:07:49.959-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Expressions of Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R7eIo84VYGI/AAAAAAAAAZY/zei23onZrLA/s1600-h/girl+jumping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R7eIo84VYGI/AAAAAAAAAZY/zei23onZrLA/s320/girl+jumping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167749334549487714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Expressions of Freedom are only heard by the heart in the moment when the heart takes time to listen. Do we really know what we want? We all know we want to be free, but what does freedom entail? Is there a prize? Pray, tell me, for I'm willing to sell my soul for a mere snuff of breath of that far away reality believed by many of only fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;We long to dance, run, scream, love, cry and so much more in the name of freedom. But have we asked freedom if that is truly what it wants? Are you getting closer to our goal, or simply fooling ourselves while the shadows of comfusion surround us all the more until we give up in shame and admit that we searched everywhere, but are not the wiser through it all. Its so easy to look far, far away and think that when we reach that peak, we will be fulfilled, but is that truly it? Or perhaps what made us want to climb that high mountain was more than the beautiful view, but a passion in our hearts that we chose to follow. The desire for more, more than the eyes can see. The unressistible urge to find where we belong and what we were destined to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Maybe we forgot to look in the right place. Perhaps the answer is in our hearts, for what is freedom but yielding to the grand design of our lives? Not fighting or struggling, for that way we only drown in the ocean of life and insecurity, but instead, letting go and letting your body totally at ease and finally finding peace. Real peace! What is the prize of peace? Completely letting go. What is the prize of freedom? Complete surrender. What is the prize of love? ...that's something that I still haven't found an answer to, but why worry about it today? When it comes my way, I will be free to live it, breathe it and instead of being engulfed in comfusion, I will have peace that no matter the outcome, it was part of a plan, a destiny and its no use fighting against it....just breathe and live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R7eIhs4VYFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/gKLzZc0Q-aM/s1600-h/prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R7eIhs4VYFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/gKLzZc0Q-aM/s400/prayer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167749209995436114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Let me express then, and you will only hear a faint whisper in the night, for my secret prayer will only be heard when no more ears are open, but the ears of my heart. But free I will be, for I chose to be so. What chose you?.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R7eISc4VYEI/AAAAAAAAAZI/3qrMCPRKINA/s1600-h/meditate-on-freedom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R7eISc4VYEI/AAAAAAAAAZI/3qrMCPRKINA/s400/meditate-on-freedom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167748948002431042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-6794425755607419284?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/6794425755607419284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=6794425755607419284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/6794425755607419284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/6794425755607419284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/02/expressions-of-freedom.html' title='Expressions of Freedom'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R7eIo84VYGI/AAAAAAAAAZY/zei23onZrLA/s72-c/girl+jumping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-8106894397077538631</id><published>2008-02-12T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:11:54.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Key to Freedom / Pre-offensive post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R7IfTM4VYDI/AAAAAAAAAZA/zzFEwh1mXSY/s1600-h/P1010080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R7IfTM4VYDI/AAAAAAAAAZA/zzFEwh1mXSY/s400/P1010080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166226137282863154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;        This is the key to Freedom: by letting go you will be free. Call on the keys of total surrender, so your life will burn in the altar of sacrifice so that the lost of the world will be warmed by the fire. This key will set you free to fulfill your destiny and finally be who I intended you to be.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;        The Lord gave me this key for this new year and I thought it was pretty awesome. Last year was pretty rough and the year before was worse, but this one started out pretty good. Not without trials or afflictions, but I felt real tough and ready for anything. I just wanted to really kick some devils ass and do some nasty damage. When I read the GN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Take No Heed! —Encouragement about the battles leading up to the Offensive" &lt;/span&gt;I just prayed for those who were going through battles, because honestly....I wasn't gonna be one of them (I thought). I just felt good and ready for anything and felt like I had nothing else to lose and I was just gonna give my all and snatch all the souls off his grasp and etc and so forth....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;       Well, I'm not really sure how it started, but I know that it in the space of a few days (after having "accomplished" quite a bit since the year started in the form of witnessing, organizing, shepherding, projects and whatnot) I found myself last night hiding away in the back of the house crying....! One of my shepherds found me and when it came down to it I just couldn't really understand what was going on. I just felt so drained, discouraged, weary, upset, frustrated, useless, tired....I felt like quitting. I was in quite a mess! Different small things had happened, but nothing huge...and nothing new. The same trials of all...but it totally got me by surprise! It took a good prayer and a wake up to see that it was just an attack...a desperate attack of the devil to stop me, because I was totally decided to aim and fire and kill...with no mercy. I didn't sleep so well last night and I still feel a little weak...but defeated? NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        If this has happened to you or you felt the attack in some other way, just remember that you haven't come THIS FAR for nothing. Nothing was in vain! You are not defeated! You will not die! You will win, you will conquer and you will look back at these days and laugh. Ask the Lord for a special key for you, and if you don't have one, you can borrow mine for now. Just surrender all....and He'll take care of you. On to the Offensive....lets go!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-8106894397077538631?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/8106894397077538631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=8106894397077538631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8106894397077538631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/8106894397077538631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/02/key-to-freedom-pre-offensive-post.html' title='Key to Freedom / Pre-offensive post'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R7IfTM4VYDI/AAAAAAAAAZA/zzFEwh1mXSY/s72-c/P1010080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-5557729534139660600</id><published>2008-02-09T22:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T07:45:50.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ricardo'/><title type='text'>Inocent Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R66YM84VYCI/AAAAAAAAAY4/k38vUtvdmXk/s1600-h/P1010038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R66YM84VYCI/AAAAAAAAAY4/k38vUtvdmXk/s200/P1010038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165233170908799010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Did I tell you that I share my room with another person...from the male species? Oh yeah, he's brown, yummy, loving, and....he's 4 years old. Some people complain about being single with kids to raise, but I never will, so help me God. I get lonely a lot, but a little cuddly brown hand will come and tell me how I look pretty today and how much he loves me and wants to be with Me. He'll just follow me around the house and every meal time I have two plates on my hand (sometimes I forget to make his plate, can you believe it?) and he'll be sitting down with a chair and fighting with the person beside him - whether he be 1 or 50 - about the fact that he needs to sit beside me and then he takes about 3 hours to finish his dinner which nearly drives me CRAZY since I just want to get on with my life, but it forces me to have to stay beside him for longer and listen to his stories and strange philosophies of life and ask me questions like: "Mom, why is God invisible?" or "What clothes do the angels wear?" or "Why can't I fly right now?" and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to dedicate this post to praise for another aspect of my life which I complained about more than I should, and I'm truly sorry, for my little son is what keeps my spark for life alive and makes do crazy things like dance like a monkey and actually spend less time in the computer. Today I was playing some songs in the keyboard and I opened my song book and found a song I wrote for him when I was pregnant that I had totally forgotten about. So when I finally remembered how the song went, it moved me a bit to remember that time.&lt;br /&gt;"You'll be a part of my life for eternity. You'll be by my side and be part of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;There's no way now that I could say "no". There's no way that I could let you go&lt;br /&gt;....because you're mine..."&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I don't know why you trusting me of all people with this angel of peace, but Thank You. You knew what I needed, even when I didn't know myself. He truly gives the very best to those who leave the choices up to Him&lt;br /&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/7888446835544946529-5557729534139660600?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/5557729534139660600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=5557729534139660600&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/5557729534139660600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/5557729534139660600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/02/inocent-love.html' title='Inocent Love'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R66YM84VYCI/AAAAAAAAAY4/k38vUtvdmXk/s72-c/P1010038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-4443403989988854425</id><published>2008-02-04T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T12:04:52.667-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witnessing'/><title type='text'>Carnaval? Or "Dare to be different"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R6i5GxQjz8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/MsZW1uwvJ5Y/s1600-h/P1010041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R6i5GxQjz8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/MsZW1uwvJ5Y/s320/P1010041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163580498733420482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In my 25 years of Family life, I consider myself blessed to have been raised in a regular missionary family, who basically traveled, raised their children, lived by faith and passed it down to us. Though I've gone through quite a few different phases in my life, including times when I lost faith and didn't believe in anything, somehow my love for witnessing and praying with people to receive Jesus was always there. Sometimes I tried to ignore it, but when it came down to it, I was hardly ever able to say "no" to a sheep, and I hope that I never will, so help me God.&lt;br /&gt;All to say that witnessing is a very huge part of my life and now follow up and feeding the sheep is what I want to continue learning how to do, and being that we are entering the offensive, I might have more to say about that part of my life...my life of service. When it comes down to it, our only excuse to be alive is to share the truth and freedom we have been blessed with to others that cross our path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R6e8AhQjz6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/UpeGQ8v5wIM/s1600-h/P1010032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R6e8AhQjz6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/UpeGQ8v5wIM/s320/P1010032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163302214917410722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These pictures were taken through the "Carnaval" weekend were we had a small retreat called "Dare to be different" for our sheep. Being that our home is a new home, our sheep are still in the beginning stages so we focused a lot on who we are, why the Family is different, witnessing, the called out ones, spiritual war and had a really nice communion where they had a prayer and anointing. I've worked with follow up many years, but its amazing to see how fast these sheep are growing and how the harvest is calling for more laborers. I gave a class on witnessing, where we had a skit and I sang two songs: "you say you love my Jesus" and "The harvest in plenteous". It was a different experience for me as I was pretty much working out most of the details of organization, classes, diplomas, and filling in the hole's (plus trying to also spend some time with my kid here and there). But it just felt so good...I can't describe it to you, but I wish everyone could feel it, the feeling of dying to yourself, not caring about your life or your own desires, but simply wanting to live for the cause you were ordained for since your birth date.&lt;br /&gt;My prayer is that we can all reach the point were we don't care about whether we live of whether we die, because so many die everyday in heart, spirit and body while we play around with all the wonderful treasures we have been given, all the while complaining about our lot in life and comparing with others. The end is near...the time of the harvest is here. And the harvest is plenteous, but the laborers are few. Lord help us all!&lt;br /&gt;Just a little PS: When I singing a song that the Lord recently gave me at the beginning of a class, someone that lives with me told me that she saw my dad right beside me smiling at me (this person had already personally met my papito, when he was alive) and how he was helping me in the spirit. My dad was a crazy witnesser, and had this crazy faith to live my faith. I'm not even close to him...but it was nice to hear that. I guess he's not the only one...this is the day all the prophets have dreamed of, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R6e7XhQjz5I/AAAAAAAAAYU/eKNZZbMpd6w/s1600-h/P1010183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R6e7XhQjz5I/AAAAAAAAAYU/eKNZZbMpd6w/s200/P1010183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163301510542774162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888446835544946529-4443403989988854425?l=littlewildflower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/feeds/4443403989988854425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888446835544946529&amp;postID=4443403989988854425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/4443403989988854425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888446835544946529/posts/default/4443403989988854425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildflower.blogspot.com/2008/02/carnaval-or-dare-to-be-different.html' title='Carnaval? Or &quot;Dare to be different&quot;?'/><author><name>Wild Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442171168426380765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/SlT1EtTuLaI/AAAAAAAABDo/1UkKN4wPux4/S220/P1010007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R6i5GxQjz8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/MsZW1uwvJ5Y/s72-c/P1010041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888446835544946529.post-2450788962051416822</id><published>2008-01-29T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T14:42:13.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>About me...about tomorrow!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello! I've been trying to sit down for the while day to write this, since I refuse to write tomorrow. Why not? Well, tomorrow is one of those days...you know...those days... Ok, fine!  It's not a secret anymore. With modern technology, people have no more privacy and at precisely midnight, all the my skype friends will get a little pop up saying "tomorrow is Esther WW birthday" and suddenly they'll "remember" and send me little lines, though I usually like hiding away in my birthday. I'm planning on getting up before everybody else for a very long jog and only return at the end of devotions. I have to calm down, today was a long busy day with many meetings and right now I just want time for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I look today....yep, thats me:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R5-qDRQjz4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/MhMudrQY86A/s1600-h/P1010087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R5-qDRQjz4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/MhMudrQY86A/s400/P1010087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161030671139065730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can think back to this past year and remember lots of things. I can look back to the soon-to-be 25 years of my life and get amazed at how I'm still here. I was born at home with my umbilical cord wrapped twice around my neck; my mom said I wrote my first song when I was 4; I left the comfort and love of Family homes at ate 8; I had the privilege of having a wonderful father and having to give him back to Jesus and heaven at age 9; got to rejoin at age 13 (The age I bought my first official guitar); fell in love and felt intense heartbreak twice, but at least I loved intensely and completely and I don't regret it; delivered a child at age 20; throughout my life I experienced all the Family's Status (FD, MM, FM, TS, DO, and also...no "M"s for awhile); felt the pain of losing loved ones to the world; got very drunk once; helped to win a few disciples; experienced anger, hate, bitterness as well as peace, love and joy (the latter much better than the first); slept like a baby as well and experienced insomnia; had awesome faith trips and witnessing experiences; had great disappointment and deep loneliness; met great people and treasure wonderful friends; and above all...I had the privilege of always having a constant companion who loved me even when I didn't deserve it and because of His love, I'm still here.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R5-pzRQjz3I/AAAAAAAAAYE/7B5v9Tr-An0/s1600-h/P1010073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R5-pzRQjz3I/AAAAAAAAAYE/7B5v9Tr-An0/s400/P1010073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161030396261158770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what else to say. I'm not feeling that same fear I usually get before each birthday. I usually want it to just pass me by without anyone noticing (including me), but it's not because I don't like to get older, but because I don't like to have to think about the past year and my life...but today I don't feel that same way. Tomorrow is the day that my dear Jesus put me in this world, and - as much as I detest this place - I can today be thankful for all these things He brought into my life and I only have praise on my lips. I don't really have any wish for this new year or quarter of a century, but to be used to love Him and others, so that by losing my life, I might gain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you sweet Lord for another year, and thank you for removing this anxiety and fear from my heart. Thank you that I was born to be yours and I can only celebrate that you love me and you chose me and that my life can glorify your name. Thank you for the tears and the happy memories and thank you that each new day is a chance to start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R5-k3hQjz1I/AAAAAAAAAX0/siEcHzfUJiY/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkPOgFrj0pg/R5-k3hQjz1I/AAAAAAAAAX0/siEcHzfUJiY/s400/P1010015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161024971717463890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....now you all got a little closer peak into my life. 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