<?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-5271831232014280104</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:18:26.182+01:00</updated><category term='Watch'/><category term='Testimonies'/><category term='Prayer Requests'/><category term='Lamplight'/><title type='text'>One Step At A Time</title><subtitle type='html'>"Thine word have I hid in my heart, that I may not sin against you..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06734076314143130968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271831232014280104.post-3416977763223118915</id><published>2011-05-16T22:56:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T04:35:52.645+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watch'/><title type='text'>A Lesson On 'Watching'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I stepped out of the Hosea Kutako airport in Namibia, one of my first questions was what the security situation was like in the country. Being one who had been drilled with all sorts of personal security training, I couldn't have missed that question. If for nothing, to know by how much I would need to hug the company jewel I was carrying. The tour guide assured me of the security in the country to be about eighty percent, except I found myself in dangerous corners at night. With this information I relaxed and proceeded to the office of an accommodation agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On arrival at the office of the agent, there was this huge iron gate and an intercom at the side of the gate with which they query a visitor. I went through the routine and waited a while, then an old lady walked up to the gate and opened it with the keys in her hand. A bit perplexed at the effort on security, we followed her to yet another iron barricade which she opened to let us into a rather simple office.  The office doubled as a showroom for a few mattresses and bedsheets on sale. I finished paying for my accommodation and we followed the same pattern to exit the office premises; waiting for the old lady to open the gates with the keys in her hand. The tour guide couldn't help but ask the question I mused over in my mind, "why this much security?" The lady replied simply, "... to prevent anyone from stealing the mattresses or bedsheets", and I went, "WOW", also spelt on my facial expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 24:43 throws light on this observation however. If the master knew when the thief would come, he would stay awake and keep watch, but the Namibian company did not know when the thief would come, so they resorted to being on constant watch. In order not to be caught unawares, they perpetually stayed on their guard in a country where the likelihood of such occurrence was negligible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise we do not know the time when Christ will return to gather those who keep faith in Him, else we would prepare ourselves quickly, forgive quickly, do restitution quickly, become holy quickly, in preparation for Him. He therefore prods us in Matthew 24:44 &lt;span class="woj" style=""&gt;{So you also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style=""&gt;Like our Namibian friends, let's give ourselves to constant watch as the event could occur when we do not expect, despite how remote it seems. Let's pay attention to the Holy Spirit  and ask for help to stay on guard for the unexpected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Therefore keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  But understand this: If the owner of the house had known at what time  of night the thief was coming, he would have kept watch and would not  have let his house be broken into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So you also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him" &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2024&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Matt 24:42-44&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/5271831232014280104-3416977763223118915?l=fanwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/feeds/3416977763223118915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271831232014280104&amp;postID=3416977763223118915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/3416977763223118915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/3416977763223118915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/2011/05/lesson-on-watching.html' title='A Lesson On &apos;Watching&apos;'/><author><name>Fammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06734076314143130968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271831232014280104.post-3170115846217443382</id><published>2010-08-29T18:05:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T11:52:08.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Do When God Visits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have adapted ourselves so well to prayer that when we face a challenge or unpleasant situation, we know how to call God in prayer with the help of the Holy Spirit who teaches us how to pray. The word of God and the adrenaline that comes with challenge cause us to pray, and pray well. On the other hand, God has positioned Himself to answer our prayers which we make according to His will. He watches over His word to perform it, still we find occasions when the challenge remains...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Israel expected God's visitation on them as they cried out to God, but when God appeared to Gideon in answer to their cries he doubted it, asking for a sign. He did not know when God's visitation came upon them, he had to be convinced (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Judges+6&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Judges 6:13-17&lt;/a&gt;). Likewise, the Samaritan woman had no idea when God's visitation came upon her and could have easily missed her deliverance. Jesus personally introduced Himself to her, yet she asked 'could this be the Christ?' (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John+4&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;John 4:7-29&lt;/a&gt;) When we cry to God for breakthrough, He answers us, ...yet we could miss our breakthrough because we miss the time of His visitation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are times when we experience the atmosphere of God's visitation, we know He has come with our breakthrough but we may allow our conduct and circumstances to make the moment slip and we have to wait again, like the lame man at the pool of Bethsaida. In &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis%2018&amp;amp;version=NKJV"&gt;Genesis 18:1-10&lt;/a&gt;, Abraham demonstrated knowledge of what to do when he realized God's visitation. He did not miss his blessing by letting the moment slip by. He proactively did the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- He Drew Closer:&lt;/strong&gt; He moved from his position and ran closer to the Lord. When God visits us, it's the time to leave our comfort zone and state of relaxation, and draw closer Him. It's the time to draw closer for a clearer view and stronger encounter with Him. It's the time to change lifestyle, change pattern, change friends and give him our complete focus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- He Worshiped:&lt;/strong&gt; Abraham expressed his humility by bowing down to the visitors. As we draw closer to God and worship, we express our humility and recognize God as mighty. We submit our personality and substance to His Lordship, without which we cannot exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- He Spoke Out:&lt;/strong&gt; When God visits you is not the time to be lost for words or be tongue-tied. If you have found favor in His sight that He should visit you, lay out your petition to His hearing. Abraham said, 'If I have found favor in your eyes, my Lord, do not pass your servant by'. (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+John+5&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;1 John 5:14-15&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- He Gave:&lt;/strong&gt; The season of God's visitation is the appropriate time to tap into the blessings of giving. God appreciates heartfelt gifts to Him with rewards. Abraham utilized this well and we also see results in the lives of Solomon and Abel. Don't let the moment pass by without honoring God with a gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- He Made Haste:&lt;/strong&gt; Abraham made haste with everything he had to do. He did not entertain delay or sloppiness, even from his helpers, he did not post-pone any good deed. When God visits you, be fast to do what you have to do. It is not the time to rationalize or think things over, it's the time to do. If you have to obey an instruction, do it quickly. If you have to make a decision, do it quickly. If you have to repent, do it quickly. If you have to pray, do it quickly. Catch the season, because it's possible to do everything right, but in the wrong season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After everything, the Lord said to Abraham, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'I will certainly return to you according to the time of life, and behold Sarah your wife shall have a son.'&lt;/span&gt; In due season, God will manifest His visitation in our lives in Jesus name.&lt;br /&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/5271831232014280104-3170115846217443382?l=fanwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/feeds/3170115846217443382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271831232014280104&amp;postID=3170115846217443382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/3170115846217443382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/3170115846217443382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-to-do-when-god-visits.html' title='What To Do When God Visits'/><author><name>Fammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06734076314143130968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271831232014280104.post-2207550784113481272</id><published>2010-06-19T17:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T18:22:40.889+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamplight'/><title type='text'>THE COUNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Some people serve the Lord in a way that makes the whole thing look like a ‘do-me and I-do-you’ thing. It appears to be a business deal, wherein God has to pay for services rendered. At times believers go through some moments of trials and they begin to ask God why such should happen to them despite their unalloyed service to God; devotion to church activities, fasting, evangelism and all other channels through which they feel they have ministered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not usually a good indication of ‘spiritual insight’ for a man to count all his areas of service unto the Lord. There are times when mention can be made about some areas of service unto the Lord as in the case of Obadiah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+Kings+18&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(1 Kings 18:13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;but this should not be done with a mind that makes it look as if God is indebted to you and that you have played your own part too well. Elijah in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Kings%2019&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;1 Kings 19:10-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;began to recount how only him was left and all the others had gone astray but God had to show up, declaring that in fact he was number 7001 on the list of His men and thereafter God directed him on an “Elisha” succession plan mission. A man who gets to the point of counting what he’s done for God is volatile and hastens himself on the path to being useless and unfruitful in His service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living for the Lord is all for the benefit of man. King Hezekiah in the book of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Kings%2020&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;2 Kings 20&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;was told by the Prophet Isaiah that he was going to die and should put his house in order. Hezekiah began to count his achievements; making it look like God never knew all of that before sending the prophet to him. So God won’t be perceived as One who makes His own suffer loss, he added 15 more years to Hezekiah and this king messed up in a big way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hezekiah, having recounted all he had done for God, got himself into a state of ease in which there was nothing more or nothing new to be done. I could hear Hezekiah mutter to himself – ‘I have done my part and served God well but woe unto those who are at ease in Zion. When a man begins to count thus, it paints a picture of ‘I have done enough’ and so a decline starts to set in just like Hezekiah who in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Chr%2032&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;2 Chr 32:25&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;rendered not again unto God according to the benefits done unto him. Hezekiah’s extra time was just so different from the years before. It was Hezekiah who lost all his sense of spiritual caution and allowed an enemy into his armoury&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Kings%2020&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(2 Kings 20:12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;; which when God saw, brought about a declaration on Hezekiah’s descendants going into captivity. Rather than stay sober and intercede, that man was happy that in his own days, there would be peace. Hezekiah felt like – yes he deserved peace after all he had worked for God and so let the sons after him face their own music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It is foolishness to recount before God our prowess when it isn’t as if He knows not. It is equally a warning signal when we don’t feel like there’s a new ground to be conquered; a new understanding to acquire in God; a new landmark to claim for Him. There should be an expectation, a challenge, a stirring within us that goes beyond a ‘trade by barter’ deal with God so that when a promise tarries, we don’t cease to pray and be fervent in spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Men who count never make big strides. We see the elder brother of the prodigal son in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%2015&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Luke 15&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;also recount to his father saying – ‘all these years I have served you but not even a kid you killed for me’. The prodigal son did not need to count because he understood what was his by right and went demanding for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Maybe you have served in various capacities in church and done much service in the house of God but you feel so down because you can’t measure up your services with the ‘rewards’ that you expect. Relax – God has never short changed any man and you will not be the first. Understand God’s timing and you will realize that you have no need for sorrow or anxiety. It is because we don’t understand God’s will and timing, we allow so much pressure get to us and weigh us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My dear friend, the time of challenge is not for recounting how macho one has been, but time to go down and desire mercy from the God of heaven. I love Daniel so much – in the face of trial by the death chamber in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Dan%202&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dan 2:18&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(because of a king who dreamt and wanted to kill all the wise men, as he forgot his dream), he called his 3 brothers aside and instead of claiming rights and saying all they had done for God, sought mercies from the God of heaven…, so that they will not perish with the rest of the wise men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271831232014280104-2207550784113481272?l=fanwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/feeds/2207550784113481272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271831232014280104&amp;postID=2207550784113481272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/2207550784113481272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/2207550784113481272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/2010/06/count.html' title='THE COUNT'/><author><name>Fammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06734076314143130968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271831232014280104.post-2956918474639723388</id><published>2009-08-22T16:59:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T19:16:04.083+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamplight'/><title type='text'>CROWDED TERRAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBBIlDmpvis/SpGGM1XXn4I/AAAAAAAAACA/N3IR3NSY7Cg/s1600-h/Crowded+Terrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBBIlDmpvis/SpGGM1XXn4I/AAAAAAAAACA/N3IR3NSY7Cg/s320/Crowded+Terrain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373223385471360898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Nowadays, everyone is a spirit filled, tongues speaking, demon chasing, born-again Christian, ourselves inclusive. Gone are the days when Christians, even without the tag 'born-again' were easily picked out in a crowd. This was possible then because of their different life style, or their enthusiasm for the things of God. Other names had been attributed to these kind  of people; 'different', 'S.U.', 'weird', 'fanatic' etc. In present day, this has been watered-down, as there is a fine blend between the Christian and unbeliever that masks a true identity. If there happened to be an argument as to who is a genuine Christian and who is not (not like the argument mattered), but it may be long,  fierce and  inconclusive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The people who had the privilege of tasting Christianity in the purer years tend to have a benchmark to struggle towards. The ones who against all odds gave their lives to Christ in the new age, tend to have a lot to grapple with differentiating truth from 'truth'. New versions of doctrine are reeled out daily as though from an avid writer publishing newer editions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;In a time when the world is fast becoming like the church and the church is faster in becoming like the world, how can anyone as an individual stay in conviction that they are truly the sons of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Painful Obedience:&lt;/span&gt; I call it painful because it's never what we really want to do. It sacrifices our ideals, pleasures and comfort to please a God we do not physically see. We do it only by reason of faith. It is obedience to God that seeks neither approval nor applause from all that we hold dear. It's range varying from saying a simple prayer of love for our enemy to embarking on an uncertain missionary call. It is sacrificial obedience to the quiet voice within 'only for the sake of God!'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eat the Word:&lt;/span&gt; This is a huge challenge today because of numerous and diverse distractions. Why else would the phone ring with an important call coming through just when we take a seat to meditate on scriptures. How can we blame ourselves when our schedules are so tight and busy while we try to put food on our tables. How can we keep our attention span on the word when there are captivating and time consuming demands around us, with more obvious and immediate gratification, from TV to facebook to friends... and the list goes on. We do not hold ourselves to blame, the times are on us. However, when the going gets tough only the tough gets going. Drastic situations require drastic measures. Eat the word of God regularly with every initiative you can muster; bible recitation, memory verses, reading out loud, giving yourself a reward after every word milestone, anything that makes you eat the word of God, preferably by yourself. You may start off mechanically, until you imbibe the word in your spirit and daily life, like drops of rain that wear out marble out of sheer consistency. Reading several other christian literature does not alternate for reading the bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grow:&lt;/span&gt; There's really no state of idleness in the life of a self professed christian. We are either growing, stagnant, dieing or dead. Oftentimes we recount the days of yore with delight and excitement on how we had done exploits, but in life we do not grow backwards like the curious case of Benjamin Burton. We grow forward, with the glory of the latter house being greater than the former. This is not easy but as sin abounds, grace abounds the more. If you have a friend, brother or sister who shares this passion with you, bless God and treasure that relationship. Harness it for maximum yield, it's easier when the effort is shared. If there's no such relationship, seek a person or two who would share this heaven bound desire with you, map out strategies to encourage one another. If you still find no one, and have children, make them your partners for growth. It will surprise you how much motivation you can get from children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Whatever the case, whatever the time, when the Son of Man comes, will He really find faith on the earth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Stay prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271831232014280104-2956918474639723388?l=fanwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/feeds/2956918474639723388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271831232014280104&amp;postID=2956918474639723388&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/2956918474639723388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/2956918474639723388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/2009/08/crowded-terrain.html' title='CROWDED TERRAIN'/><author><name>Fammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06734076314143130968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBBIlDmpvis/SpGGM1XXn4I/AAAAAAAAACA/N3IR3NSY7Cg/s72-c/Crowded+Terrain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271831232014280104.post-2262664005680326400</id><published>2009-07-28T20:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:52:53.564+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamplight'/><title type='text'>For Real...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philippians 1:28 (Amplified Bible) "And do not [for a moment] be frightened or intimidated in anything by your opponents and adversaries, for such [constancy and fearlessness] will be a clear sign (proof and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; seal) to them of [their impending] destruction, but [a sure token and evidence] of your deliverance and salvation, and that from God." The enemy attacks us to try to get us to lose confidence in the love of God toward us. They try to convince us that God will not come through for us and that we are not going to make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; The more pressure the enemy places on us the more we should know that our trust in the Word of God is working. Remember that the devil is a liar and cannot tell the truth. So when he says that we are not going to make it, he is trying to counter the truth, he's trying to get us to agree with him so that he uses our power against us to bring things to pass. Don't come down to his level. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Stay at the place of authority that you have been exalted to in Christ Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Satan tries to be a bully but he is actually a coward and when we stand on the Word of God and not remove ourselves from that stand. We will see his true colors. You and the Word can outlast anything the enemy could ever throw at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Go with God (Love), and God (Love) will go with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271831232014280104-2262664005680326400?l=fanwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/feeds/2262664005680326400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271831232014280104&amp;postID=2262664005680326400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/2262664005680326400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/2262664005680326400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-real.html' title='For Real...'/><author><name>Fammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06734076314143130968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271831232014280104.post-2596545955129634418</id><published>2009-05-27T19:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:26:05.863+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamplight'/><title type='text'>If We Only Knew...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Imagine you are a smallish young genius in the same class with very tall boys who bully you without mercy. You are really scared of them but can't help excelling in every subject. You are an integral genius. One beautiful day you walk down a lonely pathway by yourself as usual and overhear your bullies whispering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;    " That chap is very powerful, I fear he will deal with us sometime soon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;    " He is connected to people that matter as everyone loves him, we need to watch it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;    " My heart's always thumping whenever we accost him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What will be your action and expression the very next time you meet with them face to face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Often times we are crippled with the fear of a challenge before us. Most of these appear real big, and indeed they are. Sometimes the challenges last so long, our fears become second nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Gideon found himself in this shoe until he was guided to hear what his fears thought about him, (Judges 7:9-14). Boy! How amazed and courageous he became, he could charge at his fear with acutely few and ill-armed resources. He won because of the integral excellence in him, equivalent to the God in you today, the Jesus you call daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If we only knew our fears were afraid of us, we'll not spend any sweat pampering them, we'll not for one moment whimper and whine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and of good courage; be not frightened, neither be dismayed; for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go" Josh 1:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271831232014280104-2596545955129634418?l=fanwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/feeds/2596545955129634418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271831232014280104&amp;postID=2596545955129634418&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/2596545955129634418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/2596545955129634418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-we-only-knew.html' title='If We Only Knew...'/><author><name>Fammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06734076314143130968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271831232014280104.post-660354788671285748</id><published>2009-03-23T20:09:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:23:28.480+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamplight'/><title type='text'>Beyond a smile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/babies%20smile/SpectraSpecial/mybabtssmile.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i297/SpectraSpecial/mybabtssmile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;The effects of a smile are considered so powerful that even when used over the telephone it produces positive results. (Smile not laughter ???). Smiles have been seen to brighten the darkest moments and weaken the hardest vices yet there's something that works more powerfully than a smile...   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Nei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;ghbor:             'My love, my sweetheart, my darling, how are you doing today? I'll help you fix                                                             your bulb sometime in the evening, for now I'm a bit busy.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:                                     'Thanks for the bulb, I really appreciate your kindness, but please stop calling                                 me all those names I'm not finding it funny. I may have to cause a scene one                                     day if you don't stop.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Neighbor:                '...but my love, I don't mean any harm. You're such a special person and a                                         darling.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Me:                                     'I know, but those words have more gravity than that and shouldn't be used                                                                         flippantly. What do you want the hearer's to think. They'll surely think                                         something is going on between us. Please don't refer to me like that                                                again...'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So has my disposition been towards such sweet words. Then I got into a work environment where everyone seems to say nothing else but those words; Darling, sweetheart, dearest, love etc etc etc. It didn't stop there. Even on facebook and blogsville, I see these words sprawled everywhere irrespective of which sex it is being addressed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;I had to stop and ponder this situation very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He who gives a right answer kisses the lips." Prov 24:26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;In an attempt to practice, I realized  that just saying the words make your heart feel empathy towards the other person. Most people to whom such nice words are said, immediately return the empathy. This may just be the nicest thing they've heard in a very long time. Needless to say how productive the results can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Still prodding into the subject I find God's own say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones." (Prov 16:24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;What happiness sweet words can instill in another person. So much so that they get healthier. Hmmm. Little wonder destructive words can kill a person, first inside and then outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed with this knowledge I have changed my orientation. Beware, the next time I meet you or send you an email, you may be overwhelmed with profuse pleasantries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;What better word is there to speak to your friends, colleagues, husband/wife, neighbors or enemies than the word of God itself that gives life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let your speech be always with grace, seasoned with salt, that you may know how you ought to answer every man" (Col. 4:6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271831232014280104-660354788671285748?l=fanwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/feeds/660354788671285748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271831232014280104&amp;postID=660354788671285748&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/660354788671285748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/660354788671285748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/2009/03/beyond-smile.html' title='Beyond a smile...'/><author><name>Fammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06734076314143130968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271831232014280104.post-3074641296787556013</id><published>2009-03-21T02:57:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:41:55.396+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamplight'/><title type='text'>Random return</title><content type='html'>In some form of silent rebellion i had walked away. Minute fears loomed large like they were reality. My faith could not see beyond my not so chubby nose and i figured the best way was to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i walked away from blogging as though to hibernate, wishing some magic would happen and i would switch to auto-blogging mode... but no, seconds turned to days, days to weeks and weeks to months... and i feel bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same vein i quit talking to Him seriously. I figured He would understand,  I used 'busy' as an excuse but for how long can I run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called backsliding. I like it or not. When one hour of prayer reduces to 10 minutes, when the day begins and ends without acknowledging His presence or His input, when the word comes to mind with some difficulty and resounds vaguely in the extreme corners of one's mind, when the former seems greater than the latter... Yes, it's called backsliding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the false calm broke when i traveled through Jo'burg and my box was delayed. I got the box 3 days  after with nothing left in it but a pair of jeans and winter  jacket, tiny little accessories as toothpaste and tracts (I wondered why the kleptomaniac didn't just clear it all). Every other thing was stolen. All my dear tops and shirts packed into the box, lovely pair of trouser, cosmetics, shoe and slippers... every other item, some I'm still trying to recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down in the room staring at this empty box, with several thoughts racing through my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Be happy the thief has stolen all your problems, it has been exchanged for something worse maybe&lt;br /&gt;- The thief was really in need, so you helped out the person somehow&lt;br /&gt;- The hedge is broken, that is why the serpent could bite...&lt;br /&gt;- My words had just played out. (I had actually said, "I don't care what they steal inside, they should just bring back my box!") Can't believe i actually said that.&lt;br /&gt;- Pray for the person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to pray for person. Vacillating between anger and forgiveness i wondered what to pray. Should the thief be so cursed that they will never steal again? Should the stolen items be tools of evangelism to the person? Should i just forget about this incidence and move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the answer was I knew it was time to drift back to grace. How grace could have prevented this, how grace could have warned ahead of time, how grace could have hidden the box from evil eyes, how grace could have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear God, all we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way. Please restore to me and everyone else in need, your grace to survive in this present world. Father forgive and help with your Holy Spirit for me to stay in the centre of your presence every single day. Thank you Jesus."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271831232014280104-3074641296787556013?l=fanwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/feeds/3074641296787556013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271831232014280104&amp;postID=3074641296787556013&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/3074641296787556013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/3074641296787556013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-return.html' title='Random return'/><author><name>Fammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06734076314143130968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271831232014280104.post-2762078827788672387</id><published>2009-01-18T20:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T03:53:54.231+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamplight'/><title type='text'>CHOICES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Today I stand at a crossroad. I have got before me two projects A and B (permit me to call it so).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Project A was born on the wings of faith, i.e. It was the hope I had during a previous challenge. So systematically I have followed Project A, guiding it also with prayers and praise. The prospects are exceedingly good I tell you. Project A however has attendant challenges, and its results have only been slowly, ever so slowly, forthcoming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Out of the blues and all of a sudden comes project B, a thought I had nursed sometime back, now a looming reality. Project B shows characteristics that are outright unpleasant however, it offers absolute convenience and speed. To do a project, I must. And the earlier I embark on it the better. Now I have to make a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;After the Israelites spied out Canaan, they had two choices. Take the exceedingly good option of Canaan with its daring challenges or the not-so-good but convenient return to Egypt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And the choice of the majority was... Egypt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;In my case what choice do I now make? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The lone voices of Caleb and Joshua spoke to have faith instead of fear despite the odds. They chose to believe the promise made to them. Faith is a choice, fear is also a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Joshua gave only two reasons why they stood for their choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1) The land was exceedingly good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2) The Lord was able to bring them to the land as He had promised them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;They guided their choice by holding unto the option that was more excellent and their belief  in God's ability to do as  He had spoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Amidst these opposing and seemingly good choices, what was God's take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;He grew hot in fury against the majority who implied He was incapable  of giving them a good thing, the ones who settled for less. He threatened to disinherit them and make another nation for Himself,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"How long will this people provoke me? and how long will it be before they believe me, for all the signs which I have shewed among them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;He gave His full support to the families of the two who believed that if He was big enough to give the dream, He was also big enough to bring it to pass. Overall, God backs faith, not fear or convenience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;In the light of this analysis, I suppose I'd have to follow up with project A, seeing that it is exceedingly good and God is well able to bring it to pass, though not without a war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This new year with new beginnings, new projects, new goals and the likes, let our choices be guided by faith and not fear or convenience. And we'd be able to tick-off at the end another testimony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271831232014280104-2762078827788672387?l=fanwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/feeds/2762078827788672387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271831232014280104&amp;postID=2762078827788672387&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/2762078827788672387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/2762078827788672387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/2009/01/choices.html' title='CHOICES'/><author><name>Fammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06734076314143130968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271831232014280104.post-4035045681288608125</id><published>2009-01-15T00:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:48:01.777+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer Requests'/><title type='text'>RCCG in Luanda, Angola</title><content type='html'>Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see this page, please take a minute to pray for RCCG starting off in Luanda, Angola. The church is just starting off, please pray that God would establish the vision in the land as He has done in many other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that many lives would come to the knowledge of Christ and broken lives/homes will be healed as they encounter God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being part of this church building. May the good Lord send builders into your life too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271831232014280104-4035045681288608125?l=fanwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/feeds/4035045681288608125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271831232014280104&amp;postID=4035045681288608125&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/4035045681288608125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/4035045681288608125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/2009/01/rccg-in-luanda-angola.html' title='RCCG in Luanda, Angola'/><author><name>Fammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06734076314143130968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271831232014280104.post-8486048561096082079</id><published>2009-01-15T00:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:31:44.650+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testimonies'/><title type='text'>Share It</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dedicating this space to all blogsville and online friends to showcase what great things God is doing in our lives and to encourage ourselves in the walk of faith. Please share that spectacular event or testimony that fills your heart with overflowing joy so we can all rejoice with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do this you can send me an email with your story, this you can list as anonymous if you do not wish to be known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you in advance for lifting our spirits with an evidence that God is the same yesterday, today and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271831232014280104-8486048561096082079?l=fanwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/feeds/8486048561096082079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271831232014280104&amp;postID=8486048561096082079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/8486048561096082079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/8486048561096082079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/2009/01/share-it.html' title='Share It'/><author><name>Fammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06734076314143130968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271831232014280104.post-2462115624242181726</id><published>2009-01-13T19:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:21:18.540+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamplight'/><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Welcome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have never seen you before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But by God’s appointment I meet you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Previous years have had their ups and downs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All that was to train me to receive you on wings of faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I embrace you with openness, for in you I am an Eternal Excellency!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271831232014280104-2462115624242181726?l=fanwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/feeds/2462115624242181726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271831232014280104&amp;postID=2462115624242181726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/2462115624242181726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/2462115624242181726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Fammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06734076314143130968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271831232014280104.post-3770292652936017682</id><published>2008-12-12T14:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:09:01.329+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamplight'/><title type='text'>Feeling so guilty...</title><content type='html'>The end of last year was somewhat tough for me as I went through a humbling experience. Looking back I count a thousand and one ways in which I was wrong. I saw all the warning signs but ignored them all. I was "faithing" it. As I lay on my bed staring disappointment in the face all my inner police could do was blame me. Guilt sought to punish me for all my mistakes; every careless word, every act of impatience, every prayerlessness, everything true and untrue, so to God I could no longer go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much reluctance that morning, I picked up my 'Open Heavens' for the message of the day. I can't remember the memory verse now, but I would forever remember the words written a few verses ahead. He said, 'For if your heart condemns you, I am greater than the heart and know all things.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It meant to me not to feel guilty. God sure knows why he allowed the situation, why he allowed me to go through the pain and how he doesn't hold it against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a great relief to my spirit and with the power of this truth, every feeling of guilt, pain and its cohorts ebbed away. I became free again, and for the first time in a long while, had a clear vision of what the future holds for me in God's will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times our mistakes seek to prevent us from the grace that abounds for us, therefore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If your heart condemns you, God is greater than your heart and knows all things"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271831232014280104-3770292652936017682?l=fanwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/feeds/3770292652936017682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271831232014280104&amp;postID=3770292652936017682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/3770292652936017682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/3770292652936017682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/2008/12/lamplight.html' title='Feeling so guilty...'/><author><name>Fammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06734076314143130968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271831232014280104.post-3921550031472742498</id><published>2008-11-22T10:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:13:08.306+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamplight'/><title type='text'>The moment after...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Nneka stood still with tears gently flowing down her cheeks. The arena was packed full with people from across the country, a characteristic signature of this program tagged 'Unforgettable Encounter.' The presence of the Lord was so strong it was almost tangible and the attendees unabashedly expressed themselves in different attitudes. Many sat down to have an undisturbed communion with Him; many knelt down, overwhelmed by His awesomeness and glory; many positioned themselves on the floor lying facedown at 180 degrees to the Master, in deep contrition and humility; Nneka stood still like many, with outstretched hands giving a wave offering to Him alone who is worthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The tears were not of sorrow or of pain. They were tears of worship, of knowing that she had met with God face to face, her life would never be the same again. She blessed God that she attended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;After hours that seemed like minutes, the program came to a close and she went home more sober than she came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;At age 25, she lived in the city with her dad and step mum who had four teenagers to show for their union. This setting did not give Nneka the much needed space to serve God in peace. Home was like a battleground for her faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Her sibblings chose this fateful day to sneak into her room and ransack everything, everywhere. They made no point of rearranging anything. The girls tried her clothes and sprawled them on the floor, the boys had it with her books and personal files, then they left the house to visit friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Covered with shock at the state of her room and the mess that would take days to clear, Nneka stormed to their mother to report. This one took it really personal and lashed back, raining abuses on Nneka which infuriated her for a woman who was just 3 years older than herself. Before long a nasty fight ensued, leaving both women wounded and bruised. This marked the end of Nneka's stay in the house, she was sent packing to her mother in the village."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Now when the people saw that Moses delayed coming down from the mountain, the people gathered together to Aaron and said to him, 'Come, make us gods that shall go before us; for as for this Moses, the man who brought us up out of the land of Egypt, we do not know what has become of him'." (Ex 32:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The children of Israel fell into sin right after they had danced and celebrated, proclaiming they had seen God face to face on the mountain, as seen in previous chapters. The occasion so pleased them that they ate and drank. After such a glorious and historical encounter with God on the mountain, circumstances drove them into sin, Moses was no where to be found. And God said, &lt;/span&gt;"They have turned aside quickly out of the way..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Have you noticed how the enemy's attacks are fiercest right after you have had an encounter with God? Do you remember how you conciously trained yourself not to fall into that temptation that sought to beset you, just after you had fellowshiped with God? It's the devils prime strategy to steal from you the entire package you got from the presence of God. If there was no package, there would be no blinding temptation. This is the time we need to watch it the most. Don't let anybody, or yet anything steal your joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Now that we are not ignorant of the devices of the devil, let's enjoy the rest of our days winning in line with God's will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Shalom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Please let us know what strategies you used to overcome these temptations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271831232014280104-3921550031472742498?l=fanwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/feeds/3921550031472742498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271831232014280104&amp;postID=3921550031472742498&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/3921550031472742498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/3921550031472742498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/2008/11/moment-after.html' title='The moment after...'/><author><name>Fammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06734076314143130968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271831232014280104.post-3988115232286843040</id><published>2008-11-15T15:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:13:43.650+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamplight'/><title type='text'>ACCORDING TO PATTERN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBBIlDmpvis/SR8WGk0CQ_I/AAAAAAAAABo/OS-2GMh8GW8/s1600-h/ist1_5459080-house-puzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBBIlDmpvis/SR8WGk0CQ_I/AAAAAAAAABo/OS-2GMh8GW8/s320/ist1_5459080-house-puzzle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268954391263724530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chose the colors carefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Though it's combination made no sense to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;He defined the dimensions in detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Every piece fitted perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Materials mixed intricately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Gold, Acacia, Linen, Silver, Onyx, brass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;He emphasized to build according to pattern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;For beauty and for glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reading through the design of the tabernacle and Aaron's apparel, brought to sharp focus Gods style of building according to pattern. I could see that He doesn't jump to action based on impulse or instantaneous need. His methodology followed a pattern: Plan &gt; Execute &gt; Glorify.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;For sometime I had missed the sequence in my life, always wanting my plans, wishes and desires to happen now now.&lt;br /&gt;And when it doesn't I would go through a cycle of:  Anger &gt; Confusion &gt; Depression&lt;br /&gt;At best, I would go back to God and cry 'FATHER, BUT WHY?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The picture of the tabernacle reveals how God builds His projects like us. A place where His glory will abide. He takes His time to define the dimensions of our life, making everything fit for purpose.Our challenges become our testimonies. Our experiences become others knowledge base.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is no monotony in His design. In our lives He displays a huge sense of humor. When he moved me from Nigeria to Angola I clearly saw this part of Him revealed. What a laugh, yet He did it according to pattern... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;He combined colors (blue, purple and scarlet) to finish the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;centerpiece of His glory. He likewise colors our lives with people, occasions, events, that keep us radiating, continuously making us a spectacle of wonder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like Aaron's, His reason for taking you through the pattern of your life, the times, the places, the processes, the events, is all for beauty and for glory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;He does it in our lives so whoever sees us, whoever hears our story, where we are coming from and where we are going to... will have a cause to give God the glory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271831232014280104-3988115232286843040?l=fanwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/feeds/3988115232286843040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271831232014280104&amp;postID=3988115232286843040&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/3988115232286843040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/3988115232286843040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/2008/11/according-to-pattern.html' title='ACCORDING TO PATTERN'/><author><name>Fammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06734076314143130968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBBIlDmpvis/SR8WGk0CQ_I/AAAAAAAAABo/OS-2GMh8GW8/s72-c/ist1_5459080-house-puzzle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271831232014280104.post-538464784297929300</id><published>2008-11-03T21:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:14:17.556+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamplight'/><title type='text'>SING AND DANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Atieke wayanabo boma ba, nume..., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Atieke wayanabo boma ba, su na seki na."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The words of this song in my dialect literally means, "What will i use to bless God... Singing and Dancing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I know for sure there's that one song in your dialect that raises your spirit to sing and dance to the worthy God. So lets take it home buddies... Are you rocking...? Sing and Dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It is very easy to sing and dance when all is good. When you narrowly escaped that accident, when you got that long-awaited breakthrough, when you look back and see your long list of accolades, when you look around you and feel the love in your life... the list is endless. You naturally and sometimes, spontaneously sing and dance. Whoa! I'm so elated, i want to shout, sing and dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Have you ever tried to sing and dance when it seems the world is crashing in on you? That point when you are at the brink of tears but wouldn't cry because big boys and girls don't cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Have you ever thought to sing and dance when you are so depressed and outright moody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Have you considered singing and dancing when you are at cross-roads in your life, and tomorrow seems so bleak and uncertain...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Are these not the best times to sing and dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Lets take a closer look at what our live's Standard Operating Procedure(SOP) has to say on singing and dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SING AND DANCE TO CELEBRATE A WIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- Ex. 15:1   The Israelites are a classic example of singing to celebrate a win. There were so overwhelmed they burst into songs. So we are on track, celebrate that victory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- 2 Sam 6:14   David couldn't help it. He danced with reckless abandon at the return of the ark, God's presence, alongside playing on all manner of instruments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;People, are we still waiting... In fact, if you have nothing to celebrate, sing and dance because you see this day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SING AND DANCE TO CONQUER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- Ps 149:5-9   Sing and dance to execute judgement on all your enemies and haters. I mean them demons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;With the tears of pain hanging on your face and your heart so low, at sub-zero, arm yourself with Ps 149:5-9 and burst into songs! This is an honour to us. Sing and Dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SING BECAUSE HE IS WORTHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- Rev 5:9, Ps 96:1-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ever tried this before...? Sing and dance with the only reason being that God is worthy. And I'll tell you what He feels about this in Ps 69: 30,31. It pleases Him better than a sacrifice of ox or bull. Buddy, lets keep the millions in our pocket this time around, and lets rock because He is worthy. Sing and Dance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hmmmn! There are so many reasons to sing and dance. I'll have to bring the rest in a part 2. Meanwhile, lets hit the dance floor with these few points and praise Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Atieke wayanabo boma ba, nume..., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Atieke wayanabo boma ba, su na seki na."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271831232014280104-538464784297929300?l=fanwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/feeds/538464784297929300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271831232014280104&amp;postID=538464784297929300&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/538464784297929300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/538464784297929300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/2008/11/sing-and-dance.html' title='SING AND DANCE'/><author><name>Fammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06734076314143130968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271831232014280104.post-321149677219642353</id><published>2008-10-12T05:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:45:17.038+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamplight'/><title type='text'>CIRCLE OF FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Life is Good! Often decorated with flowery moments, and at other times spiced with challenges. It brings to fore the importance of our choices and the gravity of our decisions as we go along its winding path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;We all travel that road alone but ironically need each other in order to be fulfilled. Life engages us actively with a circle of friends whether we are conscious of it or not, and they define the eventual outcome of our lives, our overall output... even though we bear the consequences alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Over the years, i have come to terms with the fact that different people evoke different responses from a person; you may have two best friends but never feel the same way with either one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The Lord has blessed me with exceptional friends, each one adapted to suit a purpose in life's journey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;THE TEACHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ama is a person i never get tired of listening to. Every time we talk, it is an insight to wisdom and knowledge. He would draw lessons from his own and others experiences, moderate it with the word of God and together we would deduce practical applications to the present, learning the way forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Having teachers amongst your friends relieves you of the burden of thinking your way through life alone. This person can be an older person or a peer who has excelled in areas you aspire to attain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;" Where there is no counsel, the people fall; But in the multitude of counselors there is safety."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;THE INTERCESSOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;This friend provides you a very strong alliance, such as is required to invite God to ward off enemy states and conquer new lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"How could one chase a thousand, and two put ten thousand to flight..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum provided this friendship. She would gather and burden all just to pray for others... lol (pregnant women, poor people, neighbors... unending list). She would constantly speak of testimonies and God's faithfulness. Every conversation with her leaves me believing that God answers prayers... i would run off to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having intercessor friends gives you people to share your challenges and testimonies with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THE CELEBRATOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first met Anu, i never thought we would go well together. Her personality appeared too boisterous for my rather reserved self. However, when we worked together on a particular job it became obvious that we had so many things in common. We would cook up unconventional and ingenious ways to simplify and resolve complex issues. Then we would celebrate our victories with rib-cracking, heart warming ventures. The company man wondered, "what high school girls were sent to this job?" It is one of our memorable jobs, even though it was a dry well... another joke to laugh at for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kind of friends make your world go round and supply you with verve to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;" A merry heart does good like medicine..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THE PROMOTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... i have met many! Esuru. These friends drive you to excel. They provoke the best in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such friends are vital to everyone's life. They remind you that you can be your dream no matter the adversity. If you surround yourself with mediocres, over time you would behave like one even when you are not. Find those friends who promote your best and keep them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;" Make no friendship with an angry man, and with a furious man do not go, lest you learn his ways and set a snare for your soul."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THE BROTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These friends are so close to your heart, your history and your present. They have become a part of you. With them there is no holding back. There is a constant two-way sacrificing to support each other. Whenever the need arises, you can fall back on this friend... sorry, brother. For so Christday has grown to be amongst others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now challenged to identify what friendship role i play in the lives of my friends. Do i leave them better-off or worse-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we identify the roles we play, let us cultivate and nurture it consciously. Let us give the best we are to everyone that needs us, that way in our circle of friends the world will keep going round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;" A man that has friends must show himself friendly: and there is a friend that sticks closer than a brother."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far and above all friends, Jesus has proved a great friend that stays by our side when the world walks away. He's that one person who is willing to travel the solitary journey to the end with you. No matter the past consequences or hurt we bear, no matter the eventual consequences we will meet, carry him along in your boat and you'll find you do not lack a captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;" Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one's life for his friends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271831232014280104-321149677219642353?l=fanwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/feeds/321149677219642353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271831232014280104&amp;postID=321149677219642353&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/321149677219642353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/321149677219642353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/2008/10/circle-of-friends.html' title='CIRCLE OF FRIENDS'/><author><name>Fammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06734076314143130968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271831232014280104.post-2576070053859518226</id><published>2008-09-24T01:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:15:26.460+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamplight'/><title type='text'>Why believe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Hi friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We will sing of the mercies of the Lord forever. With our mouth's we will make known His faithfulness to all generations"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire to speak but don't know what to say . Nevertheless, "...what I have I give to you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this: "Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen".  It makes me wonder aloud, 'God what meaneth this?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He used this example.&lt;br /&gt;I have been hoping and believing God for a project, and I ask myself;  'what is the evidence that i will achieve this project when the future is so uncertain'.&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced the project will materialize but what facts do I have today that tomorrow the project will be. The only fact I realize I have today,  is that I BELIEVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That belief, that faith is the only evidence. The sure  ticket that the project will come to pass. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;The process of converting the ticket of faith to reality is a mystery exclusive to God alone. Let's not go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ponder further...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Without faith it is impossible to please God".  In order to make  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;this  heaven&lt;/span&gt;, we must please God.&lt;br /&gt;What is the evidence we have today that tomorrow we will make heaven (this is a constant question).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the evidence, the fact, the ticket we have today for heaven tomorrow is FAITH. Only faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can believe today that "The spirit itself bears witness with our spirit that we are &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1222217760_27"&gt;children of God&lt;/span&gt;", then we can make heaven tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;If we can believe today that "As many as are led by the &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1222217760_28"&gt;spirit of God&lt;/span&gt; they are the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1222217760_29"&gt;sons of God&lt;/span&gt;", then we can make heaven tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder again... Am I really led by the spirit of God? But if not, why am I not a friend of  the world. We must not belittle the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1222217760_30"&gt;great work of the Holy Spirit&lt;/span&gt; in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this walk is a continuous process and not a one-off  incidence, He says..." The just shall live by faith".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! That means the element of our everyday life is FAITH. We must believe our way through every single process of everyday, as an evidence of justification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! Faith is an integral element of our lives! That answers the question ... "Why am I the one going through these challenges (maybe) all the time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By and large, this little ticket of faith has yielded great products:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- By faith, Abel gave an excellent offering, that speaks to date&lt;br /&gt;- By faith, Noah condemned the world and saved his household&lt;br /&gt;- By faith, Abraham left his country for an unknown city whose builder and maker was God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ADD YOUR STORY HERE. The faith you have today is the ticket for that which you hope for tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271831232014280104-2576070053859518226?l=fanwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/feeds/2576070053859518226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271831232014280104&amp;postID=2576070053859518226&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/2576070053859518226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/2576070053859518226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-believe.html' title='Why believe?'/><author><name>Fammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06734076314143130968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271831232014280104.post-5294848432146111059</id><published>2008-09-18T22:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:16:05.716+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamplight'/><title type='text'>WELCOME NOTE:  In the beginning...</title><content type='html'>The beginning of a thing is often characterized by creation. It is a period when lofty imaginations are forced into manifestation. The extent of this manifestation defines the foundation on which the rest of the structure will stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. He had a ready made idea. He spoke and forced His idea to materialize. He created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started this blog on the eve of my birthday, I spent hours working late into the night ... bringing into existence beautiful ideas of what I wanted my blog to represent. I chose carefully the template, the colors and  more sensitively, the words. What a painstaking process it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning sacrifices have to be made. Great investments are required to complete that all important stage. Indeed, God knew no rest until He finished the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrigued by the splendor of creation, I worked hard birthing this blog, inspired by how much I want it to bless every visitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times in life we find ourselves at the beginning of something. A new job, a new family, a new project, a new phase of life... and so on.&lt;br /&gt;Worry not! It is your opportunity to create the end. Overwhelm the alter of 'the beginning' with sacrifices that will run for you when your legs have become weak. Regard your beginning as the time to create those wonderful ideas that have been locked up too long, then spend the rest of the time watching your dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tips for the beginning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Have an idea, dream wild&lt;br /&gt;- Set out. Utilize all your available resources no matter how small&lt;br /&gt;- Sacrifice all, seek no reward for your time, money, energy, self pride, etc&lt;br /&gt;- Be inspired by your vision for the end&lt;br /&gt;- Invite the best beginner to begin with you... God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Though thy beginning was small, yet thy latter end should greatly increase. (Job 8:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271831232014280104-5294848432146111059?l=fanwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/feeds/5294848432146111059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271831232014280104&amp;postID=5294848432146111059&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/5294848432146111059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271831232014280104/posts/default/5294848432146111059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanwest.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-note-in-beginning.html' title='WELCOME NOTE:  In the beginning...'/><author><name>Fammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06734076314143130968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
