<?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-3463851847767312940</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:17:41.154-06:00</updated><category term='welcome'/><title type='text'>Debbie Gail Smith</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Debbie Gail Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033538555695875578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/S8ckEDaIbkI/AAAAAAAAACc/F46htoCOgQM/S220/deb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463851847767312940.post-7943416544164686401</id><published>2012-02-01T09:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T09:23:57.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing the Finish Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWtlOmuD0Ls/TylYQ54aqNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Zw3qodCNeaI/s1600/Finish+Line.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704187450480044242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWtlOmuD0Ls/TylYQ54aqNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Zw3qodCNeaI/s320/Finish%2BLine.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My son, Thomas, ran cross-country and track in high school. The most rewarding thing about watching him was the encouragement he gave to others. Before each race he walked up to his opponents, shook their hand, and wished them well. During the race he encouraged whoever ran next to him to keep running. (Who does that? In a competitive race?) After the race he shook his opponent’s hands and told them they did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;The Bible tells us to encourage one another with our walk with God. “Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord.” Colossians 3:16. There is always a reason for His commands. Usually, it is to make us a better or stronger person, but most of the time it has a deeper meaning, a bigger picture than what we see at the time.&lt;br /&gt;When we are filled with the Holy Spirit, He guides us in every step we take. It is comforting when a brother or sister in Christ tells us they are praying for us, and reminds us God will bring us through our trials with great victory. Somehow it brings us closer to God and to each other. It fills us with love for one another and strengthens our faith in God.&lt;br /&gt;But we are not only to encourage our fellow Christians. We are to uplift everyone. “Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: and so much the more, as ye see the day approaching.” Hebrew 10:25 Others will see Christ in us as we encourage them to keep going. I used to know someone who would say, “You’re doing a good job.” no matter what the person was doing. They could be changing a light bulb, and he would say, “You’re doing a good job!” We might never know the full extent of the message we are sending when we encourage a non-believer. The smallest gesture could lead someone to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;There is another thing that tickled me when I watched Thomas run. No matter where he ended up in the pack, he crossed the finish line with his arms raised, as if he were the winner. In a way, he was the winner. Not because of his good sportsmanship, but because he is a child of God. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. I Corinthians 15:57. We, as Christians, need to share the victory with others.&lt;br /&gt;How can we show encouragement to others? How can we know that we have the victory of Christ? How can we share that victory with others?&lt;br /&gt;In an article by Coach Dave Daubenmire titled, “Ashamed of the Gospel”, he states, “The Church is praying for revival in the world while the world is waiting for revival in the Church.” He also states, “If Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John were to suddenly appear on the scene would they recognize in America the same faith they died to give us? Would they take their places in one of these churches, content to allow their butts (can you say that in church) to merely warm the pews? Is this the Gospel they gave their lives for?”&lt;br /&gt;In another article by the Coach, “The Storm Clouds are Building,” he emphasizes that we are “end-times obsessed.” I agree that we do need to have a balance, but I believe if it is in the Bible, we should know about it. He says, “It is almost like we are watching a house burn to the ground, and instead of grabbing a hose, we stand around and muse over how long it will take for the dwelling to be fully destroyed.” The signs of the end-times are written for us as a warning, not just to get right with God, but to motivate us to lead others to Christ. I am not going to step out of the race when the going gets tough, but I want to know how close I am to the finish line. I am not going to watch the house burn down. I’m going to run in and save as many as I can before it is too late. Too many people are afraid to get burned, so they stay outside in the “safe-zone.” Jesus himself went to the lost (where they were) to share His love. The storm clouds are building, but God’s Word says that many storms will come in the last days. America is falling to evil, but that only makes me want to run out and tell them the Good News; that we do have the victory, and we are getting closer to the finish line. Yes, the sun could be setting only for America. It could be the last days only for you or for I, but that should make us, as Christians, want to “shake to their senses” every soul that is dying to evil. It should make us want to go out and find more lost souls; to do everything we possibly can to share the victory of Jesus before it is too late. One day it will be too late for them, whether it be Jesus returning or the end of days for them personally. When we share Christ, we have true victory in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Are you just a pew warmer? Or are you praying for revival in the world and in the church? Are you going to stand in the safe zone with an “every man for himself” mentality? Or are you willing to step into the flames to save a lost soul? Are you going to stand and watch the house burn to the ground? Or are you going to raise your hands in victory as you cross the finish line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3463851847767312940-7943416544164686401?l=debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/7943416544164686401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2012/02/crossing-finish-line.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/7943416544164686401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/7943416544164686401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2012/02/crossing-finish-line.html' title='Crossing the Finish Line'/><author><name>Debbie Gail Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033538555695875578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/S8ckEDaIbkI/AAAAAAAAACc/F46htoCOgQM/S220/deb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWtlOmuD0Ls/TylYQ54aqNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Zw3qodCNeaI/s72-c/Finish%2BLine.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463851847767312940.post-3476908980987692623</id><published>2011-12-06T07:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T12:38:38.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise Men Seek Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/STU-K-y0yVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/siQnb5PqC38/s1600-h/wise+men+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275190896910190930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/STU-K-y0yVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/siQnb5PqC38/s400/wise+men+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when they (the wise men) were come into the house, they saw the young child with Mary his mother, and fell down, and worshipped him: and when they had opened their treasures, they presented unto him gifts; gold, and frankincense and myrrh. Matthew 2:11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas, as we celebrate the birth of Christ, let’s consider what it was like in Bethlehem at that glorious time. The wise men originally went to Jerusalem after seeing the star in the east to find Jesus “king of the Jews.”&lt;br /&gt;It began when King Herod and Jerusalem found out Christ had been born. They were “troubled”. King Herod demanded of the chief priests and the scribes where Christ was to be born. When they told him Bethlehem, he sent the wise men to find Christ. He deceived them and told them he wanted to worship the king. Jealousy and pride indwelled in Herod. He feared his position, as king of Judea, would be jeopardized. He wanted the baby king dead. The wise men set out to follow the star which led them to the young child. “lo, the star, which they saw in the east, went before them, till it came and stood over where the young child was. When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy.” Matthew 2: 9, 10 The wise men were elated. Not because they saw a star. They knew it was “the star” that had been prophesied for generations as written in Numbers 24:17. They knew it was the Messiah-the King; the one who would save the world.&lt;br /&gt;However, the star was a miracle in itself. It moved from north to south. Natural objects in the sky always move from east to west. This star led the wise men to a particular place – the stable where Jesus was.&lt;br /&gt;When they saw Jesus they fell down. They didn’t just fall to one knee, like we see in modern manger scenes. They fell lying prostrate on the ground. For these wise men from Ancient Persia, this was a sign of great respect that was often showed to a king.&lt;br /&gt;The gifts they presented to Him—gold, and frankincense and myrrh—were not just rare and valuable items for that time period, they have a symbolic and prophetic meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Gold, of course, is mined from rock and holds a lot of value even by today’s standards. It symbolizes virtue and kingship on earth. Frankincense is an aromatic resin obtained from the Boswellia tree. It was used in incense as well as in perfumes. It is an emblem of prayer. Myrrh is a resinous material taken from a Commiphora myrrha tree. It was used as an anointing oil and embalming oil. It was a custom of the Jews to give those who were condemned to death by crucifixion "wine mingled with myrrh" to produce insensibility. It symbolizes suffering and death, which Christ would endure later in His life.&lt;br /&gt;The child—the son—born this day was given to them and to us today and “the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.” Isaiah 9:6&lt;br /&gt;Today we are given the same invitation that the wise men had; to follow the star—light—to the particular person of Jesus Christ. We must ask ourselves, “When was the last time we rejoiced with exceeding great joy for Christ Jesus, fell prostrate before him in worship, or presented him with gifts? Gifts? Have we no gold, frankincense, or myrrh? Have we put our faith in Christ and made Him king of our lives? Crowned Him with “gold” virtue, prayed with the sweet spirit of “frankincense”, and anointed Him with “myrrh” and allowed His suffering and death to take away our sins?&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas let us follow the star so we can be like the wise men. Then every day we can celebrate the risen Savior and rejoice with exceeding great joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463851847767312940-3476908980987692623?l=debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/3476908980987692623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-when-they-wise-men-were-come-into.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/3476908980987692623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/3476908980987692623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-when-they-wise-men-were-come-into.html' title='Wise Men Seek Jesus'/><author><name>Debbie Gail Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033538555695875578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/S8ckEDaIbkI/AAAAAAAAACc/F46htoCOgQM/S220/deb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/STU-K-y0yVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/siQnb5PqC38/s72-c/wise+men+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463851847767312940.post-1388419492854054003</id><published>2011-08-17T08:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T08:33:02.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When to Fight and When to Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xGoAEdwBlc0/TkvBfjEnI5I/AAAAAAAAADw/B_13P10EnxM/s1600/football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641815705946366866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xGoAEdwBlc0/TkvBfjEnI5I/AAAAAAAAADw/B_13P10EnxM/s320/football.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand.” Ephesians 6:10-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;My husband, Carl, played football when he was young. During a game he was up against a lineman that was considerably larger than him. After a play where he was knocked silly, Carl jumped back up on his feet. Trying to act like a tough guy, he did not want his opponent to think he was hurt. The referee, noticing he was dizzy, asked Carl, “Are you okay?” Carl, wanting to stay in the game answered, “Yes, sir!” The referee told Carl, “I think you better go sit down on the sideline.” Carl took a few steps toward the sideline and felt himself being picked up and turned around to face the opposite sideline. The referee then said, “Okay, now go sit down on your own sideline.” When Carl got to the sideline his coach asked, “Are you okay?”&lt;br /&gt;Carl spouted out, “Yes, sir!”&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled, Coach held up two fingers and asked “How many fingers am I holding up?”&lt;br /&gt;Carl immediately asserted, “Seven!”&lt;br /&gt;Coach confirmed, “Okay, I think you better sit down for a while.”&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t that how our life is sometimes? We are all armored up like Ephesians 6 tells us to do. We are out on the front line ready for whatever life has for us. Before we know what hit us, we are down. We quickly jump back up and brush ourselves off so no one will know we have been jostled. We do not want the enemy to know he snared us. We do not want anyone making a fuss or feeling sorry for us. After all, we will have our own pity party when we get home. God will give us a break from our trials and sometimes our ministries because He knows we need it We insist that we see seven fingers being held up when, in fact, it is only two. Sometimes we want to keep on serving the Lord even when God puts us on the “sideline”.&lt;br /&gt;God knows what we need better than we do. We want to be out on the playing field. That is good. We should all want to serve the Lord. But, when we get knocked down by the enemy and God puts us on the sideline, then we need to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” (Matthew 11:28-29)&lt;/em&gt; The yoke is a symbol of submission. We must submit to the Lord even as we did when we first came to Him. He promises to restore us in our rest. That doesn’t mean we should go to sleep and stop being the person God has called us to be. It means we will have less of a burden to carry. Johnson’s Bible Commentary says it this way, “The burdens of life are heavy, but Christ’s yoke is easy because it is borne in love. His burden is light because he helps us bear it.” We can still show Christ to others in our lives. We can still worship and praise God.&lt;br /&gt;Carl was able to play football again. He was not injured for the rest of his life. We too, will get back in the playing field of life and accomplish the goals that God sets before us. The wonderful thing is that we do not have to “Go, Fight, Win,” as the cheer goes. Christ has already won the victory. When we accepted Jesus as our Lord and Savior, we accepted the championship He won on our behalf. We, as Christians, can live and celebrate in His victory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463851847767312940-1388419492854054003?l=debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/1388419492854054003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-to-fight-and-when-to-rest.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/1388419492854054003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/1388419492854054003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-to-fight-and-when-to-rest.html' title='When to Fight and When to Rest'/><author><name>Debbie Gail Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033538555695875578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/S8ckEDaIbkI/AAAAAAAAACc/F46htoCOgQM/S220/deb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xGoAEdwBlc0/TkvBfjEnI5I/AAAAAAAAADw/B_13P10EnxM/s72-c/football.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463851847767312940.post-1319205316581005745</id><published>2011-06-08T07:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T07:38:31.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of the End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-atEhgBaa1Ck/Te9sHTJDYfI/AAAAAAAAADo/oO8q29R7BDs/s1600/d-day+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615826133007426034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-atEhgBaa1Ck/Te9sHTJDYfI/AAAAAAAAADo/oO8q29R7BDs/s320/d-day%2Bbeach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;D-Day was a term we used as kids for report card day. I guess those who did not make good grades knew there would be a war with their parents when they got home. But, the military uses D-Day for the codename Operation Overlord which occurred June 6, 1944 when American, Canadian and British joined armed forces. It is known as “the beginning of the end” of WWII. Hitler and his armies were on their way to taking over all of Europe. The quick-wittedness of the 155,000 troops with their “boots on the ground” successfully stormed the beaches of Normandy. I commend them for their bravery and heroism which gave victory to defeat Hitler and his armies.&lt;br /&gt;As Christians, we need to be like the courageous soldiers; in preparation of a different kind of “the beginning of the end.” We should train daily because we are up against the enemy as we expand the kingdom of God. Paul talks about protection and being armed for battle in Ephesians 6. He tells us to have the helmet of salvation (v17). This will determine our eternal destination, but alone it will not protect us fully in any battle. He tells us to have the sword of the spirit, which is the word of God (v17) as our weapon of choice. Our belt of truth, breastplate of righteousness (v14) and shoes of peace (v15) as our daily protection against principalities, powers and the rulers of the darkness of this world; against spiritual wickedness in high places (v12). Prayers of perseverance for all Saints (v18) will be necessary for combat daily as we near the end. Matthew 25 warns us to have our oil lamps full of the Holy Spirit (v4), so that we will be ready at the midnight cry when the bridegroom comes for his bride (v6).&lt;br /&gt;Today, 67 years after D-Day, I would like to honor the soldiers who gave their lives and those who shed blood, sweat and tears for the victory against Hitler and his followers. May God bless you abundantly for your dedication and perseverance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463851847767312940-1319205316581005745?l=debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/1319205316581005745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2011/06/beginning-of-end.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/1319205316581005745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/1319205316581005745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2011/06/beginning-of-end.html' title='The Beginning of the End'/><author><name>Debbie Gail Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033538555695875578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/S8ckEDaIbkI/AAAAAAAAACc/F46htoCOgQM/S220/deb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-atEhgBaa1Ck/Te9sHTJDYfI/AAAAAAAAADo/oO8q29R7BDs/s72-c/d-day%2Bbeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463851847767312940.post-6849187775037441277</id><published>2011-04-09T18:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T09:01:12.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Get Burned in the Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OG5CZxn4Yyk/TaD1aqEWiUI/AAAAAAAAADc/FK5dTu4OTHE/s1600/Triangle+Shirtwaist+Factory+Fire"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593740575512103234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OG5CZxn4Yyk/TaD1aqEWiUI/AAAAAAAAADc/FK5dTu4OTHE/s320/Triangle%2BShirtwaist%2BFactory%2BFire" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Fire! Fire! That was the yell heard one hundred years ago March 25. The New York Times reported the celebration for the survivors of a fire that burned 3 floors of a 10-story building. You might wonder why the significance. Fires were somewhat common many years ago. Chicago and San Francisco come to mind. The fire in New York City is momentous because of the way it affected the victims and the survivors and because of the result it caused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;First of all, we have to go back to the era. We think of other countries having sweatshops and child labor. A hundred years ago it was common to have those things in America. The United States was full of immigrants and most were poor. So, women and children had to work to help the family survive. (There were no child labor laws.) The Triangle Shirtwaist Company was delighted to help the poor immigrants’ predicament. They hired mostly teenage women. While there are so many things &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;inequitable&lt;/span&gt; about the whole situation, and many laws were passed that we still have in effect today because of this fire, the fire itself was a tragedy. These girls were locked into the rooms to prevent them from taking breaks. The fire broke out on the eighth floor and the tenth floor was called to warn them. For some reason the ninth floor was not called. In hysteria and/or on fire, some jumped out the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God showed me that these women who were in the building when the fire began are much like us as children of God. We are born into sin and destined to hell. We are in a burning building behind a locked door. Jesus died on the cross, went to hell for us, heaven to give the blood sacrifice and then rose from the dead. Forty days later, He ascended into heaven. He still lives today. If we admit that we have been born into sin, and we ask Him to come into our heart and to be Lord of our life, He will give us eternal life. We will go to heaven when we die. Jesus holds the key, but He is waiting for us to ask Him to unlock the door so that we may be saved from the burning fire. This may all sound a little harsh to some, but have you read your Bible lately? Thank you for reading my blog and God bless you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463851847767312940-6849187775037441277?l=debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/6849187775037441277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-get-burned-in-fire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/6849187775037441277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/6849187775037441277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-get-burned-in-fire.html' title='Don&apos;t Get Burned in the Fire'/><author><name>Debbie Gail Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033538555695875578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/S8ckEDaIbkI/AAAAAAAAACc/F46htoCOgQM/S220/deb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OG5CZxn4Yyk/TaD1aqEWiUI/AAAAAAAAADc/FK5dTu4OTHE/s72-c/Triangle%2BShirtwaist%2BFactory%2BFire' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463851847767312940.post-3658423902373463766</id><published>2010-10-07T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T11:10:24.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Forest Experience</title><content type='html'>The Amazon was a great experience. One thing that stuck out with me is the attitude of the people that live there. They are so open to receiving the love of God.&lt;br /&gt;            The government considers the Ticuna Indians, the people of this area, a nuisance and tries to restrict aid. God made a way for us to get there and to help in several ways.&lt;br /&gt;We installed a water purification system at the Boys Scouts home. The home is too far from the Amazon River to hand-carry water. So the people wait for rain to fill large containers. With the filtration system in place, the Boys Scouts and the missionaries who live in the area can tell residents about the “living water” they can have through Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;            The message will bring hope to the area because a couple churches have combined Christianity with Black Magic. Incest is considered normal and the Indians suffer from a high rate of suicide.&lt;br /&gt;            Teaming up with a group from Georgia, we gave testimonies to the youth about purity. The Georgia group put on powerful drama skits and the leader gave a presentation he gives to students in his home town. We were able to pray for hundreds who came forward, 69 of them accepted Christ as their personal Savior and over 200 vowed to a life of purity.&lt;br /&gt;            A missionary who lives in the area started a school several years ago. The students learn history, and are able to use the Bible as a history book. (Otherwise, he would not be able to teach Christianity.) As a result, the Indians come to know Christ. They bring home what they learn at school to teach their parents. Their parents come to know Christ, as well.&lt;br /&gt;Texas and Georgia groups were also able to clear a lot across from the school for the students to play soccer, installed a water pump and did general maintenance for the missionary/school.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot put everything I experienced in one statement. I will, however, say it changed my outlook on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who went on this trip from Texas and made a difference in people’s lives were Michael Dorsett, Thomas Tucker, Kendall Johnson, Tim Tiu, Travis Myers, Andrew Bourgeois, Mattie Carl, Danielle Nicholson, Michelle Montoya, Melissa Cuartas, Lexi Prestwood and Debbie Smith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463851847767312940-3658423902373463766?l=debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/3658423902373463766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2010/10/rain-forest-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/3658423902373463766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/3658423902373463766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2010/10/rain-forest-experience.html' title='Rain Forest Experience'/><author><name>Debbie Gail Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033538555695875578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/S8ckEDaIbkI/AAAAAAAAACc/F46htoCOgQM/S220/deb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463851847767312940.post-6825735974380183769</id><published>2010-05-20T13:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T17:08:27.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/S_WHXI11t0I/AAAAAAAAADE/EDw01-LYUSk/s1600/ticuna2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473429753718748994" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 239px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/S_WHXI11t0I/AAAAAAAAADE/EDw01-LYUSk/s320/ticuna2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In July, I will be going on a mission trip with some energetic young adults to Columbia/Brazil/Peru. This will be my first mission trip outside the United States. Until this year I’ve never had the desire to go to another country on a mission trip, unless of course it would be to Australia, Scotland or Ireland. My husband has been to a Russian orphanage and to Mexico. My son has been to Peru twice. But me? I’ll just stay right here in the good ole U S of A.&lt;br /&gt;That is until a man of small stature came to our church. George Gonzalez is a Hispanic snow-capped man with a mustache. He is missionary from Amazon Xpeditions (&lt;a href="http://amazonxpeditions.com/"&gt;amazonxpeditions.com&lt;/a&gt;) and talked to us about sending a team to South America. He told us about a town where Columbia, Brazil and Peru meet. If you walk across the street, you will be in another country… in the jungle. Ok, he lost me right there. Jungle, in my mind, means snakes, spiders and other creepy-crawly things. A shiver ran down my spine at even the thought of seeing them. No…I’m good. George assured me the only snake he had ever seen in the 15 years that he’s been going there was about one inch round and about 15 inches long and it was draped around a teenage boy’s neck like a scarf.&lt;br /&gt;But then George began telling us about the people that live there. They are an Indian tribe called the Ticuna (or Tikuna). George talked to the chief through two interpreters (From English to Portuguese and then from Portuguese to Tikuna) about Jesus Christ. The chief accepted Jesus as his Lord and Savior. He then pointed to an area of vegetation so dense you need a machete to walk through it, “You see that land over there? The next time you come, my people will have cleared all that land. I want you and your people to build a house for God to live in.” So, the next time George brought a team over there, they built a church.&lt;br /&gt;The Ticuna’s source of water comes from the Amazon River. I don’t know if you know this, but the Amazon River is not your run of the mill natural spring water. It’s more like Mississippi Mud with a current that will take you away. George is looking for people who will go to South America and install a simple water purification system. They will put it in the church, so that when the people come for the clean water they will be told about Jesus and how they can have living water.&lt;br /&gt;Then George began to tell us about the young generation. They become of age and leave the tribe to go to the city to find work. In the city, they are outcast and ostracized because they are Indian. Therefore, they cannot find work. They do the only thing they know to do and that is to move back to the village. Two things happen: they are ostracized by their own people for leaving to begin with and second they have a hard time going back to their native life because they have seen and lived a civilized life. They’ve seen cars, washing machines and many other things that are in the civilized world. Things that we sometimes take for granted. These young people get depressed and commit suicide. Just last year, out of 350 villagers, 16 committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;George had my heart right there. Some of you know that I struggle with suicidal thoughts. I know what it’s like to feel hopeless and helpless. I don’t know how I would handle that type of transition. I can’t imagine not having hope for a civilized life. Seeing and living a life with all the amenities only to have it ripped from my hands and thrown to the wolves to live a life of a tribal Indian in the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;That is why I’ve decided to go with this group of missionaries. We will be having a youth conference to reach out to the young Ticunas. We want to show them there is hope in Jesus Christ. There is hope for the hopeless. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*This was my latest Toastmasters speech. A couple weeks after this George came to talk to the team to prepare us for what to expect on our trip. He gave us a handbook and map and went over what to bring, what shots we needed before we go, etc. The last thing he told us was, “Black Magic and Witchcraft are very prevalent. Therefore, a strong demonic force is there. They know we’re coming. They are preparing. (Who’s “they?” The demons.) We must be prepared.” (Yes, there are demons in the spiritual realm. But, there are angels, too.) That statement keeps going through my mind. “They know we’re coming. They are preparing.” Forget the snakes. I must be prepared spiritually. I must draw near to God and crawl under His wing of protection. I must also be prepared for battle. Lord, I pray you equip me for what I am about to endure. Go before us and set up for our arrival. Give me strength and the words to speak to the youth and anyone else who needs to hear from You. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask for prayer from you, as well. May God bless you and reward you for doing so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463851847767312940-6825735974380183769?l=debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/6825735974380183769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-july-i-will-be-going-on-mission-trip.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/6825735974380183769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/6825735974380183769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-july-i-will-be-going-on-mission-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Gail Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033538555695875578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/S8ckEDaIbkI/AAAAAAAAACc/F46htoCOgQM/S220/deb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/S_WHXI11t0I/AAAAAAAAADE/EDw01-LYUSk/s72-c/ticuna2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463851847767312940.post-3236344018185759522</id><published>2010-04-30T10:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T11:00:09.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sworn to Protect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/S9r7FJkJSUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eQM9DfjqfV4/s1600/sworn+to+protect.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465957163652958530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/S9r7FJkJSUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eQM9DfjqfV4/s320/sworn+to+protect.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DiAnn Mills has given us another page turner. Sworn to Protect is the second book of the Call of Duty series.&lt;br /&gt;Sworn to Protect was so exciting I couldn’t read anything else. (I usually read a few books at one time.) The suspense had me on edge until the end. DiAnn gives us vivid details of the story, which takes place on the border of Texas and Mexico. I live in Texas and my husband was visiting the same area of Texas while I was reading the book. A lot of things in the book are in reality happening right now on the border. But, because of DiAnn's expertise on storytelling I found it easy to put myself in the story.&lt;br /&gt;Donika Morales, the main character, is a border patrol agent out to find the murderer of her late husband. She knows she is getting close when her own life is threatened, as well as the life of those around her. Her suspicions and the notes she has kept since her husband’s demise helps her solve the puzzle in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again DiAnn for an exciting read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463851847767312940-3236344018185759522?l=debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/3236344018185759522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2010/04/sworn-to-protect.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/3236344018185759522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/3236344018185759522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2010/04/sworn-to-protect.html' title='Sworn to Protect'/><author><name>Debbie Gail Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033538555695875578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/S8ckEDaIbkI/AAAAAAAAACc/F46htoCOgQM/S220/deb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/S9r7FJkJSUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eQM9DfjqfV4/s72-c/sworn+to+protect.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463851847767312940.post-5383252038481945107</id><published>2009-02-17T11:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:05:41.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breach of Trust By DiAnn Mills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/SZruAeL78UI/AAAAAAAAACU/0WX536c0Skg/s1600-h/BreachofTrust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303813203052720450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/SZruAeL78UI/AAAAAAAAACU/0WX536c0Skg/s320/BreachofTrust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you want to read a suspenseful page-turner? DiAnn Mills’ Breach of Trust is it. Conflict and tension arise on every page.&lt;br /&gt;Paige Rogers, a former CIA operative, has hidden her identity to protect her family. Her quiet life as a librarian in a small town has been her refuge. She is threatened to come out in the open or else. Her parents believe she died seven years ago. Her new found friends and boyfriend may find out she has deceived them all these years. Will they be able to forgive her if they do? Lives are on the line if she doesn’t “give in” to the blackmail of her former partner, who has betrayed once her before. But does she want to trade her loved ones and her soul to the enemy? Can she save her friends, family and her own life? Or will she lose everything trying?&lt;br /&gt;If you like romance, suspense and danger wrapped into one book, you will love DiAnn Mill’s Breach of Trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463851847767312940-5383252038481945107?l=debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/5383252038481945107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-want-to-read-suspenseful-page.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/5383252038481945107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/5383252038481945107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-want-to-read-suspenseful-page.html' title='Breach of Trust By DiAnn Mills'/><author><name>Debbie Gail Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033538555695875578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/S8ckEDaIbkI/AAAAAAAAACc/F46htoCOgQM/S220/deb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/SZruAeL78UI/AAAAAAAAACU/0WX536c0Skg/s72-c/BreachofTrust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463851847767312940.post-3950437309462938906</id><published>2009-02-11T14:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:10:32.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Awaken My Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; Awake, my soul!&lt;br /&gt;Awake, harp and lyre!&lt;br /&gt;I will awaken the dawn.&lt;br /&gt;I will praise you, O Lord, among the nations;&lt;br /&gt;I will sing of you among the peoples.&lt;br /&gt;For great is your love, reaching to the heavens;&lt;br /&gt;your faithfulness reaches to the skies.&lt;br /&gt;Be exalted, O God, above the heavens;&lt;br /&gt;let your glory be over all the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 57:8-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I have trouble waking up in the morning. Even when I make myself get out of bed, I’m groggy for a while. I used to tease my former boss by saying, “I don’t wake up until 10:00am.” He knew I meant not to expect me to carry on an intelligent conversation with him or answer any important questions until then. After I had fully awaken, I would feel better, think better and probably look better.&lt;br /&gt;     In my prayer time one morning, God told me that I’ve been spiritually sleeping for some time. For awhile before then He had put me into a rest, so He wasn’t scolding me. It was like He was gently saying, “Awaken my child.”&lt;br /&gt;     During the last days before Christ’s return for His bride (the church), the enemy will be rampant. We need to be fully awake so we may feel, think and look better in order to withstand the enemy’s schemes.&lt;br /&gt;     Luke 9:30-32 says, “Two men, Moses and Elijah, appeared in glorious splendor, talking with Jesus. They spoke about his departure, which he was about to bring to fulfillment at Jerusalem. Peter and his companions were very sleepy, but when they became fully awake, they saw his glory and the two men standing with him.” Just like Peter and the disciples, we need to be fully awake to see Jesus in all His glory. Moses and Elijah were preparing for Christ’s departure. We should be preparing for His return.&lt;br /&gt;     Matthew 3:2-3 John the Baptist says, “‘Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is near.’ This is he who was spoken of through the prophet Isaiah: ‘A voice of one calling in the desert, Prepare the way for the Lord, make straight paths for him.’” We must be like John the Baptist, “prepare the way of the Lord.”&lt;br /&gt;     Matthew 25:1-13 tells us about ten brides. Five of them were wise and took oil with them to keep their lamps burning. At the midnight cry, the five foolish brides’ lamps were going out, so they had to go out and buy more oil. When they returned the door had been shut. When they asked for the door to be opened, “he replied, 'I tell you the truth, I don't know you.’” We should keep our lamps (hearts) burning with His heavenly fire so that at the midnight cry we will be ready and so He will know us.&lt;br /&gt;     In order to be prepared and awake, we must be open to what the Lord is doing in our lives and the lives around us. God’s light must shine in us for others to see. We need to be sensitive to His voice and obedient to the call on our lives. As the Psalmist did, we should, “...awaken the dawn, ...praise [Him] among the nations, ...sing of [Him] among the peoples, ...exalt [Him] above the heavens, let(ting) [His] glory be over all the earth.” Awaken my child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463851847767312940-3950437309462938906?l=debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/3950437309462938906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2009/02/awaken-my-child.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/3950437309462938906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/3950437309462938906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2009/02/awaken-my-child.html' title='Awaken My Child'/><author><name>Debbie Gail Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033538555695875578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/S8ckEDaIbkI/AAAAAAAAACc/F46htoCOgQM/S220/deb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463851847767312940.post-2399046840949967196</id><published>2009-01-19T14:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:26:28.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut Butter Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/SXThHbHNI8I/AAAAAAAAACE/OpFNoUp5zbk/s1600-h/Peanut+Butter+cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293102979720487874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/SXThHbHNI8I/AAAAAAAAACE/OpFNoUp5zbk/s320/Peanut+Butter+cup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Make Peanut Butter Candy&lt;br /&gt;By Debbie Gail Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago a friend gave me a recipe for a pan layered chocolate covered peanut butter candy. They turned out similar to Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups but had a delicious, home-made flavor.&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though every year since then another friend has asked for the recipe. Either he loses the recipe or it doesn’t come out right when he makes it. Every year I send him a slightly different dish that requires baking. I didn’t realize until this year that I’ve been sending him the wrong recipe.&lt;br /&gt;It was when my mother described how she had to alter her recipe because it wasn’t turning out right that I took a second look.&lt;br /&gt;Try making these easy peanut butter candy and friends may be asking you for the recipe for many years to come. Of course, keep the correct version on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will need a 6 x 10 or 8 x 8 dish, a double boiler, medium bowl, a fork, some plastic baggies and the following ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Butter Bars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 stick of butter (softened)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;1 Cup powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 cups graham cracker crumbs&lt;br /&gt;12 oz Semi-sweet chocolate morsels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow butter to sit at room temperature until softened. To crumble graham crackers, put them in a plastic baggie (make sure it is securely closed) and pound with the palm of your hand. Mix the butter, peanut butter, powdered sugar and graham cracker together in a medium bowl with a fork. Transfer to a 6 x 10 or 8 x 8 dish and flatten with finger-tips.&lt;br /&gt;Melt chocolate in a double boiler. Pour on top of peanut butter mixture.&lt;br /&gt;Refrigerate for 10-15 minutes or until chocolate is hard. Cut into squares and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peanut butter cup is a relatively recent invention: It dates to the Roaring ‘20s. Peanut butter itself is only slightly older, debuting in 1904 as—of all things—a high-protein food substitute for people who could not chew meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The H.B. Reese Candy Company began manufacturing a product made with specially processed peanut butter and HERSHEY'S Milk Chocolate in the 1920s. The name REESE'S has a unique heritage established by Harry Burnett (H.B.) Reese, a former dairy employee of Milton S. Hershey, founder of Hershey Foods Corporation. Reese was so inspired by Mr. Hershey's success that he left the dairy business to make his living in the candy industry. Find out more &lt;a href="http://www.hersheys.com/products/details/reesespeanutbuttercups.asp"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463851847767312940-2399046840949967196?l=debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/2399046840949967196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/peanut-butter-cups.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/2399046840949967196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/2399046840949967196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/peanut-butter-cups.html' title='Peanut Butter Candy'/><author><name>Debbie Gail Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033538555695875578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/S8ckEDaIbkI/AAAAAAAAACc/F46htoCOgQM/S220/deb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/SXThHbHNI8I/AAAAAAAAACE/OpFNoUp5zbk/s72-c/Peanut+Butter+cup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463851847767312940.post-7465449249420143008</id><published>2008-11-17T14:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:17:21.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Pursuit by Brandilyn Collins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/SSHbOYjDyGI/AAAAAAAAABs/jnRp1u7NFns/s1600-h/dark+pursuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/SSHbOYjDyGI/AAAAAAAAABs/jnRp1u7NFns/s200/dark+pursuit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269734079154341986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ever hear the dead knocking?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novelist Darell Brooke lived for his title as King of Suspense—until an auto accident left him unable to concentrate. Two years later, reclusive and bitter, he wants one thing: to plot a new novel and regain his reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlan Sering, his twenty-two-year-old granddaughter, once lived for drugs. After she stole from Darell, he cut her off. Now she’s rebuilding her life. But in Kaitlan’s town two women have been murdered, and she is about to discover a third. She’s even more shocked to realize the culprit is her boyfriend, Craig, the police chief’s son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate, Kaitlan flees to her estranged grandfather. For over forty years, Darell Brooke has lived suspense. Surely he’ll devise a plan to trap the cunning Craig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can Darell’s muddled mind do it? And—if he tries—with what motivation? For Kaitlan’s plight may be the stunning answer to the elusive plot he seeks . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandilyn Collins has done it again. She’s taken me out of my routine life and put me into one of her seatbelt-suspense novels; a run-for-your-life mode where wisdom must prevail.&lt;br /&gt;If you like symbolism in a story, Dark Pursuit is full of them. Starting with the cover of black and green silk fabric. Green represents life, black – death, silk – richness. I’ll leave the rest for you to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;Although, a twist-ending, anxiousness thrives throughout the book. Personally, I like to have clues throughout the book of “who-dunit.” Brandilyn wraps the ending up nicely. If you’re up for an all night page-turner, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;Brandilyn’s Big Honkin’ Chicken Club rates this book with two chickens. I admit I haven’t read her three-chickens books, but I’m a bit of a chicken. I've only read her two-chickens books. If Dark Pursuit is a two-chickens, it’s a high two. I say to all you chickens, “Try it – I dare you.” www.brandilyncollins.com/bhcc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463851847767312940-7465449249420143008?l=debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/7465449249420143008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2008/11/dark-pursuit-by-brandilyn-collins.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/7465449249420143008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/7465449249420143008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2008/11/dark-pursuit-by-brandilyn-collins.html' title='Dark Pursuit by Brandilyn Collins'/><author><name>Debbie Gail Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033538555695875578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/S8ckEDaIbkI/AAAAAAAAACc/F46htoCOgQM/S220/deb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/SSHbOYjDyGI/AAAAAAAAABs/jnRp1u7NFns/s72-c/dark+pursuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463851847767312940.post-1238363174606456206</id><published>2008-11-17T09:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:55:49.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To those of you who have been reading my newly created blog:&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to review books I have read. I will still be posting inspirational articles, but you will also see my thoughts on books I like to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463851847767312940-1238363174606456206?l=debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/1238363174606456206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-those-of-you-who-have-been-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/1238363174606456206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/1238363174606456206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-those-of-you-who-have-been-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Gail Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033538555695875578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/S8ckEDaIbkI/AAAAAAAAACc/F46htoCOgQM/S220/deb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463851847767312940.post-739074381381980370</id><published>2008-08-26T14:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:40:47.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Waters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/SLRkTPq9kOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nREDprU-4tw/s1600-h/Slide1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/SLRkTPq9kOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nREDprU-4tw/s200/Slide1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238922548325748962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;…If any man thirst, let him come unto me, and drink. He that believeth on me, as the scripture hath said, out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water. John 7:37-38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     In Sour Lake, Texas, 1890, about the same time oil surfaced, there was a different discovery of a slight lesser importance. The people who lived in that area noticed natural wells or springs of water. These wells each had a different taste. From a bitter acid to a sweet taste. (Talk about homemade lemonade.) Each had its own use. People came from near and far to visit these springs which owners had opened up as spas for medicinal purposes. These waters completely cured stomach ailments, asthma, rheumatism, skin diseases and various other illnesses. The owners of the springs also shipped jugs of these waters to customers in other parts of the country and the world. (And you thought bottled water was a new concept.) General Sam Houston is one of many prominent people to have visited Sour Lake. His injured “San Jacinto Ankle” constantly bothered him until his death. He said the most relief he ever had was from the treatment at the Sour Lake Springs.&lt;br /&gt;     There was a water well in another part of the world about 2000 years ago. This was an ordinary well with ordinary water. However, a visitor who came to this well was the most extraordinary person of all time. The place – Samaria; the person – Jesus Christ. What was so amazing about Jesus visiting this well? This is where he invited a Samaritan woman, and essentially everyone, to come and drink from the well of living water. Water is a symbol of the Holy Spirit. Living water - the Holy Spirit living in and through us. Jesus repeats the offer of the Father, "Come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters" (Isaiah 55:1). Jesus fulfills the role of God, who "will guide them and lead them beside springs of water" (Isaiah 49:10). His offer shows he is far more than just a prophet or man; he is God, Himself, who offers us life.&lt;br /&gt;     God created us with a spirit that thirsts for Him. Our sinful nature doesn’t understand this desire, so we search for something to fill this need, many times, in the wrong places. We try to be fulfilled with material things, hobbies, other people, etc. These things may be rewarding and desirable, but they do not make us feel complete. We are still spiritually sick. When we accept Jesus as our Lord and Savior, we drink from the cup of living water. II Corinthians 5:17 says, “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come.” We will not be satisfied/healed until we drink from the cup of living water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463851847767312940-739074381381980370?l=debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/739074381381980370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2008/08/living-waters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/739074381381980370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/739074381381980370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2008/08/living-waters.html' title='Living Waters'/><author><name>Debbie Gail Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033538555695875578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/S8ckEDaIbkI/AAAAAAAAACc/F46htoCOgQM/S220/deb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/SLRkTPq9kOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nREDprU-4tw/s72-c/Slide1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463851847767312940.post-7855764288166663487</id><published>2008-07-17T10:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:29:56.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/SH9kc8K9K2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/3MrYe3VsCO0/s1600-h/prayer+at+valley+forge+large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/SH9kc8K9K2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/3MrYe3VsCO0/s320/prayer+at+valley+forge+large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224004541124258658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.   But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed. Isaiah 53:4-5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 4, 1776 is the day the United States of America adopted the Declaration of Independence. Before and since that day men and women have fought battles to gain and retain the freedom that we have. They shed blood and gave lives so that we, who live in America today, could be free to make personal choices with/of our own free will.&lt;br /&gt;     We aren’t told where to work, live, or worship. We have freedom of speech and the right to bear arms. We can choose our own friends, spouse, and even enemies. Or choose not to have any. We are the most blessed country in the world, I believe, because our constitution was written based on Christian beliefs. Because our forefathers fought to have and keep our freedom is an example of how that is true.&lt;br /&gt;     We were created by God with a free will, but when Adam and Eve ate from the tree of knowledge of good and evil we were put under the law (explained in the first five books of the Bible). But, as Paul explains in Galatians 4, it was like a child being under the supervision of his parents. Christ died on the cross to redeem those under the law. Just as our forefathers shed blood and gave lives for our freedom in America, Christ shed His blood and gave His life so that we could be free from sin.&lt;br /&gt;     Those who come to America today to start a new life must become American citizens in order to accept the freedom and rights of an American citizen. Those who come to Christ can become Christians (sons and daughters of God) if they accept Him as Lord and Savior of their lives. &lt;br /&gt;     When we accept Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior we are no longer under the laws of Moses. We are forgiven for our sins, we have Christ living in us, and we are children (sons and daughters) of God.&lt;br /&gt;Sons and daughters are free from the control of the law. This does not mean that we are free to do anything. We are now under the direction of the Spirit, who brings us into such close communion with God that we call him Abba. Sons and daughters who live in communion with the Father under the direction of the Spirit do not need the law to guide and discipline them. They are directed by a far superior power: the power of the Spirit.*&lt;br /&gt;     The twofold purpose of the Christ’s full participation in our humanity, his perfect fulfillment of the law and his experience of the curse of the law on our behalf is …: to redeem those under the law, that we might receive the full rights of sons…By taking the obligation and curse of the law upon himself, he set us free from both the obligation and the curse of the law.*&lt;br /&gt;     Just as we, as Americans, have inherited the freedom of our forefathers, we, as Christians, have inherited the promises of the Spirit of God within us. If you are not a son or daughter of God and would like to be free from the bondage of sin, pray this simple prayer:&lt;br /&gt;     Heavenly Father, I know I’m a sinner and I ask you to forgive me. I ask you to come into my heart and deliver me from my life of sin. I accept the free gift of eternal life through Your Son Jesus Christ who died on the cross, was buried and resurrected so that I may live as a child of God forever. In Jesus name, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;If you just prayed this prayer, please let me know by writing to debbiegailsmith@sbcglobal.net or call Agape Christian Fellowship at 409-962-2289.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Matthew Henry’s Concise Commentary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463851847767312940-7855764288166663487?l=debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/7855764288166663487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2008/07/independence-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/7855764288166663487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/7855764288166663487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2008/07/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>Debbie Gail Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033538555695875578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/S8ckEDaIbkI/AAAAAAAAACc/F46htoCOgQM/S220/deb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/SH9kc8K9K2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/3MrYe3VsCO0/s72-c/prayer+at+valley+forge+large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463851847767312940.post-6635173265651125874</id><published>2008-05-16T14:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:49:35.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Engrave His Word in Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;These commandments that I give you today are to be upon your hearts. Deuteronomy 6:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…that thou shalt set thee up great stones, and plaister them with plaister: And thou shalt write upon them all the words of this law… Deuteronomy 27:2b-3a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighthouses are often a symbol of God’s guiding light. There is a lighthouse in Sabine Pass, Texas that was constructed of brick in 1856, and because of the soft ground, eight concrete buttresses to give it stability. Standing eighty-five feet above sea level, it was the tallest lighthouse along the Gulf Coast at that time. It had one of the largest and most modern lens’ of its day (a third order Fresnel). People often boasted that the lens never had to be replaced. (The still-functioning lens is on display in a Port Arthur museum.) This lighthouse was built strong enough to withstand many hurricanes and survived the famous Battle of Sabine Pass unscarred. It was latter discovered that a biblical scripture was permanently inscribed into the lens. &lt;br /&gt;As Christians, we have the Holy Spirit – the guiding light, living in us; so that those around us will see the light of His Word in us to guide them through the storm in their lives and the raging battle in their spirits. When we have the scriptures permanently inscribed in our hearts, we can be strong and continually shine for those who are blind to Him. &lt;br /&gt;Is the Word of God inscribed in your heart? Do you read your bible daily? Or do you wait until Sunday morning to open it? Do you read it like a novel when you do open it? Or do you study it, memorize it, and engrave it in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;God’s Word is powerful. It is the strength that holds us up – rain or shine. It lifts us when we’re slumped and keeps us rock-solid so that we can withstand the storms in our own lives.&lt;br /&gt;Today in America, we have many tools to help us study the Bible and gain knowledge. This can help us in general discussions about the Bible. But, even without these tools, prayer is greatest tool we can have. To be a light of God’s Word we must have the Holy Spirit in us, or else we only have biblical knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;The Bible is not so readily available in other countries. John Van Diest, a speaker and editor, went to a convention in Russia and brought boxes of Bibles to give away. He and his wife were being watched closely because they are Christians. During the night someone stole the Bibles from his booth in the convention hall. The next day a man came to the booth and asked for a Bible. John told him they were stolen and he only had his own Bible. The man asked if he could have an empty box that the Bibles came in. Why? To remind him of the Bible. The next day the man brought a camera and stood in the booth all day taking pictures of each page of John’s Bible so he could have a copy of the Bible. That is how zealous the man was about the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;We need to be that passionate about reading the Bible. My prayer is that God will give us passion for His Word and engrave it in our hearts so that we may be a guiding light to the world around us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463851847767312940-6635173265651125874?l=debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/6635173265651125874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2008/05/engrave-his-word-in-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/6635173265651125874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463851847767312940/posts/default/6635173265651125874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiegailsmith.blogspot.com/2008/05/engrave-his-word-in-your-heart.html' title='Engrave His Word in Your Heart'/><author><name>Debbie Gail Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033538555695875578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-FuFSbrqEy8/S8ckEDaIbkI/AAAAAAAAACc/F46htoCOgQM/S220/deb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463851847767312940.post-5726496050416210720</id><published>2008-03-04T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:45:56.119-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><title type='text'>March 4, 2008</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my blog! 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