<?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-8656440962471705594</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:23:34.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Popsicle Sticks &amp; Glue</title><subtitle type='html'>Discovering better life building blocks.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsiclesticksandglue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656440962471705594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsiclesticksandglue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05400752387422364359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4qr8DY7W2Q/SThuQgyLe-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/LLpoYGwMVPY/S220/n39801065_32332259_6933.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656440962471705594.post-5539317764551154843</id><published>2009-06-04T17:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:46:09.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart this video</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone sent me this video in an email. I just couldn't bring myself to delete it without sharing first. It is great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f11187effa0ae4ef" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df11187effa0ae4ef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331779307%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76610CAEBBD3BE1EEB3FF0B26AC9A594D7B39C20.75296173F8880240C862FAA120D7723C637F9DC0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df11187effa0ae4ef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmCCG807ieLsUcc3EunuhnSFf0lY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df11187effa0ae4ef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331779307%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76610CAEBBD3BE1EEB3FF0B26AC9A594D7B39C20.75296173F8880240C862FAA120D7723C637F9DC0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df11187effa0ae4ef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmCCG807ieLsUcc3EunuhnSFf0lY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656440962471705594-5539317764551154843?l=popsiclesticksandglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f11187effa0ae4ef&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsiclesticksandglue.blogspot.com/feeds/5539317764551154843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656440962471705594&amp;postID=5539317764551154843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656440962471705594/posts/default/5539317764551154843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656440962471705594/posts/default/5539317764551154843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsiclesticksandglue.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-heart-this-video.html' title='I heart this video'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05400752387422364359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4qr8DY7W2Q/SThuQgyLe-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/LLpoYGwMVPY/S220/n39801065_32332259_6933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656440962471705594.post-595692296100352317</id><published>2009-03-29T13:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:08:13.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from West Palm Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;The blue ocean sends waves that break along the shore with steady, controlled force. &lt;/span&gt;It’s as if the ocean is overflowing – stretching further than the horizon, it seems eternally vast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The salty waves move so consistently – sometimes strong and vengeful, yet always graciously refreshing and peaceful. The tide paces in and out; there is a perfect timing for everything. The sea is not dictated by human means or reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I feel so small standing in front of the ocean, but so do my problems and my agenda. I am freed by the reminder that my feeble attempts to control life are worthless. I remember that I can rely on my great Provider and Justifier to meet my every need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I see God revealing himself to me through the waves: “I am faithful, I am strong. I am constant, I bring peace. I am the great judge and am capable of complete wrath – yet I love you and your debt has been paid. Why don’t you see me in every aspect of life? How can you look at the ocean and not see divinity? I am the Creator. I command the ocean and tell it where to start and stop. How much more will I care for something created in my very image? My power exists far beyond the waves and the current, and I want my power to exist in YOU.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Being at the beach provides a great opportunity for “inner solitude.” It helps me to allow God to make me so solid within that I can have outward peace, even around lots of people. I am trying to be “silent.” Not so much literally, but by listening to God in the midst of clamor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I read this on the beach today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;“We fear so deeply what we think other people see in us that we talk in order to straighten out their understanding…Silence is one of the deepest Disciplines of the Spirit simply because it puts the stopper on all self-justification. O&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ne of the fruits of silence is the freedom to let God be our justifier.&lt;/span&gt; We don’t need to straighten other people out.” –Richard Foster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The God who created the ocean is also my Justifier. I have nothing to fear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656440962471705594-595692296100352317?l=popsiclesticksandglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsiclesticksandglue.blogspot.com/feeds/595692296100352317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656440962471705594&amp;postID=595692296100352317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656440962471705594/posts/default/595692296100352317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656440962471705594/posts/default/595692296100352317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsiclesticksandglue.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-from-west-palm-beach.html' title='Thoughts from West Palm Beach'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05400752387422364359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4qr8DY7W2Q/SThuQgyLe-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/LLpoYGwMVPY/S220/n39801065_32332259_6933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656440962471705594.post-4702397914854535003</id><published>2009-02-24T18:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:57:35.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Does Not Take Risks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4qr8DY7W2Q/SaSIwOBgiWI/AAAAAAAAACU/BgfsGe4mIhc/s1600-h/N1145A-46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4qr8DY7W2Q/SaSIwOBgiWI/AAAAAAAAACU/BgfsGe4mIhc/s200/N1145A-46.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306516622928808290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4qr8DY7W2Q/SaSIWAEFfSI/AAAAAAAAACM/UZG_Nroihlk/s1600-h/N1145A-46.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I heard this phrase one time in a sermon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Think about it for a moment.  God often calls us to take risks and do things that make us uncomfortable or that seem unclear.  But it’s not like God doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is only a risk because WE don’t know what the outcome will be. We are afraid of pain and unacceptance and the unknown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But not only does God know the outcome, he also planned the outcome…before we were ever born. For risk-adverse people like me, this is a comforting thought. We can trust God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Of course this truth doesn't mean we will always be comfortable, but the end is written down already.  And it is victorious. Worth the painful moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a risk to us is actually God's gentle, steady leading that always is for our own good and His glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656440962471705594-4702397914854535003?l=popsiclesticksandglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsiclesticksandglue.blogspot.com/feeds/4702397914854535003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656440962471705594&amp;postID=4702397914854535003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656440962471705594/posts/default/4702397914854535003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656440962471705594/posts/default/4702397914854535003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsiclesticksandglue.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-does-not-take-risks.html' title='God Does Not Take Risks'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05400752387422364359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4qr8DY7W2Q/SThuQgyLe-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/LLpoYGwMVPY/S220/n39801065_32332259_6933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4qr8DY7W2Q/SaSIwOBgiWI/AAAAAAAAACU/BgfsGe4mIhc/s72-c/N1145A-46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656440962471705594.post-8071608300913619364</id><published>2009-02-18T21:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:01:39.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without Internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;It's been a long time since my last blog posting.  And I was planning to do such a good job with consistently writing!  Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;I will make excuses though.  I moved into a new apartment at the beginning of the month (yay!) and I still don't have internet access.  That's right, I have now survived for 20 days without internet at home.  We don't have cable yet either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;This was a very hard concept to cope with for the first week.  I had Facebook and Gmail withdrawals.  But now, it isn't so bad.  I've learned that life goes on with or without the internet.  And I'm also finding that it can be a nice break to go home after work and not sit right back down in front of a computer screen.  Home becomes more of a retreat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I am still anxiously anticipating the day the internet comes to Apartment 1109.  But until then, I'm trying to look at the benefits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Perhaps next week my blog will be crazy with activity.&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/8656440962471705594-8071608300913619364?l=popsiclesticksandglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsiclesticksandglue.blogspot.com/feeds/8071608300913619364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656440962471705594&amp;postID=8071608300913619364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656440962471705594/posts/default/8071608300913619364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656440962471705594/posts/default/8071608300913619364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsiclesticksandglue.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-without-internet.html' title='Life without Internet'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05400752387422364359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4qr8DY7W2Q/SThuQgyLe-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/LLpoYGwMVPY/S220/n39801065_32332259_6933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656440962471705594.post-3996239476749487345</id><published>2009-01-13T16:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:01:03.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Idolize Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tonight is the season premier of American Idol.  I found this image while exploring the show's website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4qr8DY7W2Q/SW1Ot9XTKQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0Uf4jK0bi8s/s320/idol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290971688703568130" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Idolize yourself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seeing the words stated so plainly caught my attention. Though we hear the message everyday, idolizing self used to have a negative connotation and seemed to be woven through advertising more discretely.  It seems as though it's become okay...even out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656440962471705594-3996239476749487345?l=popsiclesticksandglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsiclesticksandglue.blogspot.com/feeds/3996239476749487345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656440962471705594&amp;postID=3996239476749487345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656440962471705594/posts/default/3996239476749487345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656440962471705594/posts/default/3996239476749487345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsiclesticksandglue.blogspot.com/2009/01/idolize-yourself.html' title='Idolize Yourself'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05400752387422364359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4qr8DY7W2Q/SThuQgyLe-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/LLpoYGwMVPY/S220/n39801065_32332259_6933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4qr8DY7W2Q/SW1Ot9XTKQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0Uf4jK0bi8s/s72-c/idol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656440962471705594.post-2302210729994800621</id><published>2009-01-04T13:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:39:09.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introductions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;I have a clear picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my head of a child building a house with popsicle sticks and glue. Can you see it? The sticky white Elmer’s glue oozes through the seams of the lopsided wooden structure and trails onto the table and into the hands of the little one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes I feel like the little kid building a popsicle house. Meanwhile God is standing right in front of me, offering me a mansion of brick and mortar. It’s bigger and better than anything I could imagine. But I don’t have time to look away from my timid little building. I go about adding one more drop of glue, one more support beam, one more responsibility, one more ministry, one more great decision…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"I am astonished that you are so quickly deserting the one who called you by the grace of Christ and are turning to a different gospel ... Now that you know God--or rather are known by God--how is it that you are turning back to those weak and miserable principles?  Do you wish to be enslaved by them all over again?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Galatians 1:6, 4:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;I'm on a new journey to put aside the popsicle sticks and let God build something much better.&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/8656440962471705594-2302210729994800621?l=popsiclesticksandglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsiclesticksandglue.blogspot.com/feeds/2302210729994800621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656440962471705594&amp;postID=2302210729994800621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656440962471705594/posts/default/2302210729994800621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656440962471705594/posts/default/2302210729994800621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsiclesticksandglue.blogspot.com/2009/01/introductions.html' title='Introductions'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05400752387422364359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4qr8DY7W2Q/SThuQgyLe-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/LLpoYGwMVPY/S220/n39801065_32332259_6933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
