tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23703114184317809822024-03-05T01:12:20.337-08:00I will follow..Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834365824452876406noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2370311418431780982.post-19385170963425031242013-02-27T13:37:00.003-08:002013-02-27T13:37:31.141-08:00If only this would happen..I was feeling frustrated. I heard God and I obeyed Him with my sacrifice. I was feeling frustrated because I felt the hole. I knew as Holy Spirit stirred things in me that I wouldn't be content to live a life that is anything less than what He planned for me. But then when I made that sacrifice, I was still feeling frustrated. I could see where I had tried to get contentment from before and where I made the sacrifice I was seeing and feeling that hole. Part of me knew that Jesus would be all I needed but my heart just didn't get it, I was still feeling frustrated because I didn't feel content. I wanted a quick fix for my situation. If only I had this... If only this would happen... If I only I really understood this.. If only this season would be over..<br />
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I watched a youtube video tonight of Francis Chan, tired and with a heavy heart. God's patient with me and through these verses that Francis preached on He began to help me understand things a bit better.<br />
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Paul was in prison when he wrote this letter to the Philippians but he exclaims here that he has found the secret of being content. It is only through Jesus that we can be content in whatever circumstances that we are in. We have all we need, we are rich in Christ. So we can be content when we have many things and we can be content when we don't have many things. We can be so content that when people bless us we can be more excited that they will get blessed by God for wanting to bless us. </div>
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Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834365824452876406noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2370311418431780982.post-54355396714778565532012-09-20T09:59:00.001-07:002012-09-20T09:59:42.083-07:00'To die would be an awfully big adventure' :) On my bucket list I wrote that I wanted to grow something edible so with the help of my dad I've been growing runner beans. I waited eagerly with anticipation at each growth development stage. There was patience and still is as I saw the beans successfully growing. I have already had some of the harvest :D They were big and tasted lovely, and was well worth the wait. It was so nice to sit at the table and eat something I had grown. <div>
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However, when I was picking off the runner beans that were ready to eat my dad explained to me that some of the flowers hadn't died yet so there was more runner beans to come. The vibrant red flowers need to die before the runner beans can grow. This fact of creation spoke to my heart and reminded me of the fact that being a Christian requires us to die to ourselves so that we can see God's harvest. </div>
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Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834365824452876406noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2370311418431780982.post-61303404427461252672012-08-27T15:21:00.000-07:002012-08-27T15:21:19.802-07:00When the glitter is stripped away..Last week God asked me to do something that I found hard. He asked me to not wear any jewellery of any kind or make-up. God wanted to show me that my beauty, value and approval needs to always be in and from Him.<br />
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<span style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;">'But store </span><span style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;">up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal.' Matthew 6:20 - I would rather my heart care more about the treasures in heaven that receive approval from God than the earthly treasures that can receive approval from others. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #001320;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">I battled with God when He asked me to do this and even in the battling I still felt guilty for not wanting to do it. Freedom came in the first day, I felt I could breathe as I began to accept who I am. I can't lie, there were bad moments too where I was on a date with my boyfriend and so many attractive girls came on the train to which of course I noticed the little secret glance at them from his direction..I don't blame him for that. I want his attention but actually only God can truly fulfil my need of being wanted. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001320;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">It's strange but some people didn't even notice a difference, they still showed approval of me and made comments about my beauty. </span></span></div>
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Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834365824452876406noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2370311418431780982.post-36234118377372223932012-08-24T03:16:00.001-07:002012-08-24T03:16:04.705-07:00What does your message say?I bought a pack of greeting cards as I needed to send one to someone. On the back of the pack there was a piece of paper that said -<br />
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As I read that, a question appeared in my mind asking 'what does your message say inside?'</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I would like to reveal the new message that God writes each day on my heart that beautifully explains who He is and what amazing things He is doing in me. Sometimes I feel like the people I meet only get half the message because either I allow the others things to cover the words or they are just to blind to see it. For the times it is me, Lord challenge me with your grace and the times that it is others, open their eyes Daddy God. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The moments that people read the message God writes elegantly on my heart and the soil in the garden of their hearts are ready to receive the seed are just so beautiful I wish I could take a photo and frame them to remember them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">'I delight in you but I also delight in others. It breaks my heart to see injustice. I want to use you to bring my Kingdom, to bring joy to a broken world. Let me. Don't just sing of my glory, show it. Little acts are actually really big to me'</span><br />
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Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834365824452876406noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2370311418431780982.post-85118059633805466982012-08-08T04:22:00.004-07:002012-08-08T04:22:42.210-07:00A whole lot of beautiful'They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder<br />
But most of the beholders are looking over their shoulders<br />
And beauty is slowly leaving this world<br />
And love turns to hate and selfishness unfurls' (29th Chapter)<br />
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I don't want to look over my shoulder. I see a whole lot of Beautiful and it's changing me.<br />
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The beauty in sisters looking for the good in each other instead of looking for a fight.<br />
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The beauty of meeting God in worship and discovering what matters again.<br />
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The beauty of a friend revealing that she still cherishes something I gave her long ago.<br />
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The beauty in being a part of a young person's journey with their Heavenly Father.<br />
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The beauty of the delicious flavours of gelato on your tongue.<br />
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The beauty of using a gift God gave for everyone to enjoy<br />
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The beauty of allowing someone into your heart and walking alongside one another<br />
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The beauty in something so small carrying so much hope<br />
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The beauty of a blanket of snow reminding that He's cross covered our sins and made us pure.<br />
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The beauty in sharing<br />
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The beauty of an unexpected friendship that nurtures your soul so much that you wouldn't want to be without and anticipating what you'll discover next. The beauty of a smile that you find Jesus in.<br />
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The beauty in being silly and not caring how ridiculous you look because you're more importantly having fun<br />
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The beauty of vibrant new life<br />
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The beauty of having fun dancing with your friends<br />
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The beauty in celebrating the miracle that a person is<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">For a while now I have been asking God to show me what it really means to guard my heart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14.44444465637207px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Then as I looked in the mirror at my sore red, peeling back, arms, nose and shoulders something began to make sense. The world is full of things that can appear to be good and are okay in small doses but if you're not careful it can lead to you getting burnt. Guarding my heart is about watching the environment I am in, putting the 'sun cream protection' on of spending private time with Daddy God and allowing him to show me and speak truth over my life. Now I did put sun cream on while I was in Guatemala, factor 30 in fact, but not enough; I wasn't continually putting it on or being careful how long I was in the sun for. I just enjoyed how the sun looked on the water, the feel of it on my skin; it appeared harmless. My burnt back reveals otherwise. I am still on a journey of learning what it means to guard your heart. I would love to hear your thoughts on the topic...:)</span></span></div>Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834365824452876406noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2370311418431780982.post-36771766555807100832012-06-04T10:28:00.001-07:002012-06-04T10:28:51.526-07:00Revival Through Unity<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was away at a conference a couple of weeks ago that was themed on the Father's Heart. The speakers were Mark Stibbe founder of 'The Father's House Trust' and Heidi Baker founder of 'Iris Ministries'. When I was standing under an open heaven of intimacy with my Heavenly Father there was a great release of God's mercy. I saw His children in need of being bought back into the arms of their loving Daddy God and I was wrecked. Tears and more tears. Since the beautiful garden of Eden, Satan has been making orphans, he is the ultimate orphan-maker. He made orphans out of Adam and Eve and he has been in that profession of stealing, lying and destroying ever since. It's time it stopped. Both spiritual orphans that need their Heavenly Father and orphans on earth that have no parents.<br />
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A way that this could be overcome is for spiritual mothers and fathers to rise up in the church.<br />
God speaks in Malachi 4:6 that God will 'turn the hearts of the fathers to the children, and the hearts of the children to their fathers.' Through God speaking to me through the book 'Jesus Culture - Living A Life That Transforms The World' by Banning Liebscher and in other ways, God has revealed His heart to me that He wants revival to come through the generations aligning themselves. Blessings fall in abundance with the power of God's ordered alignment. In Exodus 17, there is the story where Joshua was sent with some other men by Moses to fight against the Amalekites. While Joshua and the rest of the army fought courageously and skilfully, Moses was holding up the rod of God overlooking the battle. Even though Joshua and the army were well-trained, they began to loose the battle as soon as Moses' arms weakened and the rod lowered but once again they became victorious when Aaron and Hur assisted Moses in holding up the Rod of God. The victory could not have been won without each generation. Moses and Joshua were dependent on one another and in correct alignment. There was a submission to authority and there was an honouring of the elder.<br />
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There is a generation gap in the church that is quenching the Holy Spirit and stopping revival. Banning Liebscher describes two reasons for this. The first reason is that there is a spirit of independence in the generations. The younger generation has the mind-set that they can do things without the older generation and that the older generation do not understand them. Pride oozes out. Now when God was rising up this passion in me to see the generations align, it was only right that He showed me the garden of my heart which actually had the weeds of independence in it that were choking life from allowing me to see God's greatness through alignment. The seeds of independence were sown in my childhood where once the Lord set me free from the enemy using fear against me, he caught me in another way where I felt that because I had relied so much on my parents in that fearful time I had to prove myself. So once God revealed this to me, we dealt with it together with lots of Holy Spirit weed killer. It has produced a lot joyful freedom as I re-aligned myself with my parents and He is teaching me to honour them fully.<br />
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The next reason is that the church has believed the lie that Satan has been telling them about how revival is going to come. The lie has seem to spread like wildfire that revival is only coming through the younger generation. Eck-errr! Revival is coming when the generations unite. So come on spiritual mothers and fathers! rise up! There are no lesser sons or daughters of the King. God can use anyone! You just have to position yourself to cling to the Father. Allow Him to love on you and then let that love pour out on others, on your spiritual sons and/or daughters. Who are you investing in? and who is investing in you?Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834365824452876406noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2370311418431780982.post-80181150051861301312012-05-28T03:20:00.003-07:002012-05-28T03:38:07.682-07:00You are love, Lord and Your ways testifyGod's been doing some big things in me that are taking a while to process. I look forward to sharing them with you soon but in the meantime here is a song that I am really enjoying at the moment..<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">This is our Kingdom Identity. We were made to be attached to Jesus, abiding in Him and allowing His words to bring life resulting in us producing satisfying love, delicious joy, refreshing peace, sweet kindness, aromatic</span></span><span style="font-size: 15px;"> goodness, sustaining faithfulness, nurturing gentleness and nourishing self-control that glorifies the gardener that is our Heavenly Father. Sometimes I forget and try to do things in my own strength. Then when I get worn out and wonder why it feels harder than it should be I fall at my Heavenly Father's feet with Him gently saying 'shall we do it together?' We were made to have the amazing privilege of being co-labourers with Christ (1 Cor 3:9) for it is through Him that we can do all things (Phil 4:13). </span>Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834365824452876406noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2370311418431780982.post-61073813655850506342012-04-30T08:30:00.000-07:002012-04-30T08:30:35.187-07:00God's grace<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As part of my teaching course I was required to go on a visit to a Sikh Gurdwara in Southgate, London as when you teach R.E you have to teach about different religions which may include a visit to a religious place of worship. Before the visit I was a little unsettled because of what spirits may try to attach themselves to me in the Gurdwara but then I remembered the bible verse<b> '</b><span style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;"><b>You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.</b>' 1 John 4:4</span><span style="color: #001320;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><br /></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">What struck me as I sat there on the floor with a pink scarf covering my head and no shoes listening to the Sikh tour guides was how beautiful the decoration of this place of worship was but it felt pointless because it wasn't for glorifying the one true God, the God who humbled himself to come down to earth to sacrifice Himself for our sins in order to bring us back to relationship with Him and claim back our authority He had given us in the beginning that we disgustingly handed over to the enemy. They spoke about how love was in all that they do but it felt empty. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">I respected that they said that they are very much for equality and do not judge others. They said any member of any religion may come to their Gurdwara to worship their different gods. Also, that they were very hospitable. These characteristics should be of the church too as a result of living out God's will of love which I think sometimes people don't always see the first point about equality when they think of the church. Very sad!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">In his book, John Ortberg describes that there are many religions that share the same principles of serving and helping but what makes Christianity stand out is God's grace. </span></div>Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834365824452876406noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2370311418431780982.post-4642966724039286302012-04-25T07:07:00.000-07:002012-04-25T07:07:01.897-07:00Curiosity<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As me and my sister were going to our house group 'Radiant' yesterday, I sat at the bus stop to find this was written on the bus stop glass:<br />
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<b> Don't fence me in'</b><br />
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It's not the normal scribble graffiti that is displayed around London, it has depth and meaning behind it.<br />
I couldn't help but take a photo of it as so many questions rolled around in my mind..<br />
Who was this person?<br />
Why did they feel the need to write this in a public place yet leave it anonymous?<br />
What was 'fencing them in' and making them feel trapped?<br />
What is the land and starry skies representative to them?<br />
Did they write this or is it a quote from somewhere that they identified with?<br />
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All I can think of is the line from a Vicky Beeching song: <b>'where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom'.</b><br />
I probably won't get those questions answered but I hope this person finds the freedom they want.<br />
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On Tuesday 10th April, Restore Youth and their leaders set off with big bags on a sponsored Thames walk to raise money for charities such as Water Aid, Great Ormond Street Hospital, Latin Link and my charity was Athentikos. </div>
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Ringing the bell for freedom in the year of Jubilee outside the Archbishop of Canterbury's gaff.<br />
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</div>Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834365824452876406noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2370311418431780982.post-56271554746252898702012-03-07T04:02:00.004-08:002012-03-07T04:11:32.618-08:00Turning the world upside down.<span class="h5" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; color: rgb(59, 159, 229); padding-bottom: 4px; margin-bottom: 10px; display: block; border-bottom-style: none; padding-top: 10px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Psalm 72:4</span><p style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-top: 0em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(70, 70, 70); line-height: 15px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">He will defend the afflicted among the people and save the children of the needy;<br />he will crush the oppressor.</p><p style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-top: 0em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(70, 70, 70); line-height: 15px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></p><p style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-top: 0em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(70, 70, 70); line-height: 15px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">God wants to use every person to bring His kingdom. Let us raise the alarms. Joseph Kony must be stopped. </p><p style="margin-top: 0em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span ><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y4MnpzG5Sqc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></span></span></p>Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834365824452876406noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2370311418431780982.post-24062957542438436372012-02-17T12:26:00.002-08:002012-02-17T12:49:51.094-08:00'One for One'<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEuO9egi6NW8rWOeX18XdnVh5ks2WhUMMR_SjOj3i7diEnUCdPfSA6NuD9Kjy7-qtv0Wvm_1IhRKPzbNmKFz_p2xEdBNQGaX5PmhW6KOT7cmITG1_u88EP0TnngfoGVA5E1YzNwSWtS3s/s1600/IMAG0207.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEuO9egi6NW8rWOeX18XdnVh5ks2WhUMMR_SjOj3i7diEnUCdPfSA6NuD9Kjy7-qtv0Wvm_1IhRKPzbNmKFz_p2xEdBNQGaX5PmhW6KOT7cmITG1_u88EP0TnngfoGVA5E1YzNwSWtS3s/s320/IMAG0207.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710204202977954146" /></a>I AM A BIG FAN OF TOMS. Blake Mycoskie started off a movement that is extremely clever and worth-while. He came up with the idea of 'one for one', which means that for every shoe sold they would give a pair of shoes to a child that needs shoes. Why shoes you may ask? So many children across the world are at risk from injury, infection and soil transmitted diseases because their feet aren't protected. Some children can't go to school unless they wear shoes and if they can't go to school then this doesn't give them or their community a lot of hope for the future. Also, many children in less-developed countries have to walk for miles everyday.. imagine doing that without any shoes on! There has been over 1,000,000 smiles across the globe as TOMS gave shoes to those that needed them because people that could afford to buy shoes purchased them from TOMS. This is my third pair of TOMS shoes and I don't regret a single penny. There are lots of different designs to choose from and they are rather comfy to wear. So next time you are thinking about buying a new pair of shoes, why not buy a pair of TOMS..you may just save a child's life :)<div><br /></div><div>TOMS video:</div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=Evbs3ilpqwU#!">http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=Evbs3ilpqwU#!</a> </div><div><br /></div><div>TOMS UK website:</div><div><a href="http://www.toms.co.uk/">http://www.toms.co.uk/</a> </div><div><br /></div><div>TOMS America website:</div><div><a href="http://www.toms.com/">http://www.toms.com/</a> </div><div><br /></div>Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834365824452876406noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2370311418431780982.post-12154667765117175452012-02-14T06:44:00.002-08:002012-02-14T07:27:38.728-08:00Chosen not rejectedFor a while now, I have been reading John Ortberg's book 'Love Beyond Reason' which is a book that aims to help you to move God's love from your head to your heart. A chapter I read today switched on a light in my soul and I wanted to share my revelations with you. The main theme of the chapter displays the idea that to be loved by God is to be chosen by Him. Being chosen means four factors in today's world:<div><br /></div><div>1. I am seen as unique</div><div><br /></div><div>2. I am seen as someone who has something to contribute</div><div><br /></div><div>3. Somebody wants me</div><div><br /></div><div>4. I am superior to someone else</div><div><br /></div><div>The first three were apart of God's plan but the last was definitely not, in fact it was the opposite.</div><div>When God chose me, that action is meant to augment others not make them feel inferior leading to deadly envy. We are missing out on a huge joy when we are jealous of our brother's and sister's joy of being chosen instead of rejoicing with them. We are all chosen and God lovingly chooses every son and daughter with immeasurable uniqueness. This means that there is no need to compare ourselves against one another, which would of resulted in us struggling to love one other. We are not chosen at the expense of someone else. No one is rejected or alone. We are all God's beloved. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>Thank you Almighty God for loving us and choosing us each uniquely. I love and praise You for that. x</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834365824452876406noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2370311418431780982.post-90016264490085695232012-02-02T11:29:00.001-08:002012-02-04T07:17:54.682-08:00Peace'One very wet and windy Autumn morning I was looking at the garden out of my kitchen window. The rain was teeming down and the Silver Birch tree was taking a real battering from the gales. <div><br /></div><div>As I looked, I noticed on the bottom branch, right against the trunk of the tree, a little dove sitting calmly and peacefully, waiting out the storm. It was totally undisturbed by it's uncomfortable, noisy and chaotic surroundings.</div><div><br /></div><div>A lovely truth came to my mind. It is possible to have complete peace and calm in our hearts, even in the middle of the turmoil and storms of life.</div><div><br /></div><div>That little dove had settled on the strongest part of the branch - next to the trunk, and was perfectly safe.</div><div><br /></div><div>God has promised that He will keep us in perfect peace if our hearts and minds are trusting in Him.'</div><div><br /></div><div>This was put in a card from a friend to encourage me as I went back to teaching after being ill. In the midst of the uncomfortable, noisy and chaotic surroundings, I can say that God has been giving me a peace beyond understanding and I'm just waiting out the storm, until my placement is over. </div>Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834365824452876406noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2370311418431780982.post-88487569623463585072012-01-28T07:20:00.001-08:002012-01-28T09:05:28.127-08:0021 parts of me<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjddC8unJqpSE-32z8LZjuxhEOG-Ob2g9Pg11JdI5vvKzh6Kf5sBJUUb82mzqpjkGlGlz7ni6MXZcfpKSs6oujqN09UfpFfycWwzVCg5U5omDtlxOjkB5VSFO90whZ5ojB-ZiQ8-uhBMG8/s1600/DSCF5338.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjddC8unJqpSE-32z8LZjuxhEOG-Ob2g9Pg11JdI5vvKzh6Kf5sBJUUb82mzqpjkGlGlz7ni6MXZcfpKSs6oujqN09UfpFfycWwzVCg5U5omDtlxOjkB5VSFO90whZ5ojB-ZiQ8-uhBMG8/s320/DSCF5338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702720455026360962" /></a><br />On Saturday 21st January I turned the significant age of 21, so I've decided to share 21 things about myself. Some things will change with time and others will always be apart of me, however they still bring colour into the outline of who 'Daisy' is. There is also much more to me than these 21 things that I don't even know about myself yet.<div><br /></div><div>1) I am a small person in height but this is so God can show His greatness through me.</div><div><br /></div><div>2) I love photos - <span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; ">“A photo says, you were happy, and I wanted to catch that. A photo says, you were so important to me that I put down everything else to come watch.”</span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "> </span></div><span style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">― </span><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7128.Jodi_Picoult" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); text-decoration: none; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Jodi Picoult</a><div><br /></div><div>3) I can be quite impatient unless it's with a child - God's working on it ;)</div><div><br /></div><div>4) My boyfriend is my best friend and I love him for simply who he is.</div><div><br /></div><div>5) I love film scores; 'The Holiday' film score will always be my first love <3</div><div><br /></div><div>6) Waking up early is easier when there are beautiful sunrises that are full of pinks and oranges.</div><div><br /></div><div>7) Skype chats with my brother Al are special :)</div><div><br /></div><div>8) I am a big twilight fan!</div><div><br /></div><div>9) I enjoy a lovely piece of cheese. </div><div><br /></div><div>10) I like to collect things: mementos, shells..I even used to collect stamps.</div><div><br /></div><div>11) I am learning to play the beautiful instrument that is called the piano, it makes me happy.</div><div><br /></div><div>12) 'Shall we watch a film?' :D Drama has the power to move people; it is a passion of mine, both watching it and being involved in it.</div><div><br /></div><div>13) I love it when God uses me to encourage the people around me with His words and pictures.</div><div><br /></div><div>14) PINK.</div><div><br /></div><div>15) I support the football team Arsenal but not greatly. I enjoy to go to the odd match with my boyfriend when I can afford it.</div><div><br /></div><div>16) I've tasted travelling and I want more.</div><div><br /></div><div>17) Hot chocolate and prayer, and wine and laughs..yes!!</div><div><br /></div><div>18) I am a leader - house group, youth, children; wanting my teacher Jesus to lead through me. </div><div><br /></div><div>19) Swimming for exercise, for fun and relaxation is just immense and I miss going every week.</div><div><br /></div><div>20) I could sing and dance for King Jesus all day long if I could. </div><div><br /></div><div>21) Hearing little people giggle makes my day.</div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline">Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834365824452876406noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2370311418431780982.post-51212294129597771942012-01-14T12:37:00.000-08:002012-01-14T15:38:31.738-08:00There were 5 in the bed..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinu24VPdyqAhL39rJX9vJjquAWJGwOW_FQ1D8DLruFUrjSXPy5vRbfweZEiJsCvqaZN6R24ZVuChrDlWsiUd7Uu0rmK6Z4RW1IW30cv-bK5Cp9YSH2C7cyoKEdF7S6bEvJn7sBhT2tNnw/s1600/lgwiz01556%252Bcuddles-kitten-and-puppy-poster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinu24VPdyqAhL39rJX9vJjquAWJGwOW_FQ1D8DLruFUrjSXPy5vRbfweZEiJsCvqaZN6R24ZVuChrDlWsiUd7Uu0rmK6Z4RW1IW30cv-bK5Cp9YSH2C7cyoKEdF7S6bEvJn7sBhT2tNnw/s320/lgwiz01556%252Bcuddles-kitten-and-puppy-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697590339469693698" /></a>Today I was woken up by members of my family calling out my name. I asked 'yeah,why are you calling out my name?' and my mum informed me that my mum, dad and two sisters were all in my mum and dad's double bed. Hearing the sound of giggles, I got out of bed and joined my family. We chatted, laughed and cuddled. It had been a stressful week with a lot of lesson plans to write and this moment was what I really needed. I wish my cat Tigger could have been there :( Only a short time, not even an hour of my life yet it will be a memory I will treasure. It's the people that make life special so of course I made those special people tea in bed :)Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834365824452876406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2370311418431780982.post-81505577518345584002012-01-03T03:43:00.000-08:002012-01-03T04:09:04.232-08:00I will not die an unlived life.<span >'I will not die an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">unlived</span> life</span><div><span > I will not live in fear</span></div><div><span > Of falling, or catching fire.</span></div><div><span > I choose to inhabit my days, </span></div><div><span > to allow my living to open me</span></div><div><span > To make me less afraid,</span></div><div><span > More accessible</span></div><div><span > To loose my heart </span></div><div><span > until it becomes a wing,</span></div><div><span > a torch, a promise.</span></div><div><span > I choose to risk my significance; </span></div><div><span > To live</span></div><div><span > So that which came to me as a seed </span></div><div><span > Goes to the next as a blossom</span></div><div><span > And that which came to </span></div><div><span > to me as blossom,</span></div><div><span > Goes on as fruit.'</span></div><div><b>Dawna <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Markovna</span> </b></div><div><br /></div><div>This is a prayer I want to tell my Heavenly Father for my life in 2012. I want to live out of His fullness in me, trust that worrying is a worthless hobby and step into all the plans He made for me. I want to learn how to love from Love and then let love gush out of me wherever I go. I want to attend the seeds planted in me, enjoy watching the petals develop and then pass something beautiful to someone else. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">I want to be thankful in everything because I know from my journey last year that this produces much joy. </span>I want to not be satisfied with comfortable but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">unfulfilled because actually my life is a gift which I want to give back to my God out of loving surrender. </span></div><div><br /></div>Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834365824452876406noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2370311418431780982.post-37357823377065249752011-12-15T03:45:00.000-08:002011-12-15T04:12:08.939-08:00Athentikos<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" > <b>PLEASE </b><b>SUPPORT ATHENTIKOS TODAY!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n9bY9htmZlI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p style="text-align: center;font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> Isaiah 58:6-12</p><p style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18793" style="vertical-align: text-top; ">6</sup> “Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: </span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;">to loose the chains of injustice </div><div style="text-align: center;"> and untie the cords of the yoke, </div><div style="text-align: center;">to set the oppressed free </div><div style="text-align: center;"> and break every yoke? </div><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18794" style="vertical-align: text-top; "><div style="text-align: center;"><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18794" style="vertical-align: text-top; ">7</sup> Is it not to share your food with the hungry </div></sup><div style="text-align: center;"> and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter— </div><div style="text-align: center;">when you see the naked, to clothe them, </div><div style="text-align: center;"> and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood? </div><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18795" style="vertical-align: text-top; "><div style="text-align: center;"><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18795" style="vertical-align: text-top; ">8</sup> Then your light will break forth like the dawn, </div></sup><div style="text-align: center;"> and your healing will quickly appear; </div><div style="text-align: center;">then your righteousness<sup class="footnote" value="[<a href="#fen-NIV-18795a" title="See footnote a">a</a>]" style="line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top; ">[<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah+58&version=NIV#fen-NIV-18795a" title="See footnote a" style="color: rgb(101, 19, 0); text-decoration: none; ">a</a>]</sup> will go before you, </div><div style="text-align: center;"> and the glory of the LORD will be your rear guard. </div><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18796" style="vertical-align: text-top; "><div style="text-align: center;"><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18796" style="vertical-align: text-top; ">9</sup> Then you will call, and the LORD will answer; </div></sup><div style="text-align: center;"> you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I.</div></span><p></p><p style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" > “If you do away with the yoke of oppression, </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > with the pointing finger and malicious talk, </span></div><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18797" style="vertical-align: text-top; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18797" style="vertical-align: text-top; ">10</sup> and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry </span></div></sup><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >then your light will rise in the darkness, </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > and your night will become like the noonday. </span></div><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18798" style="vertical-align: text-top; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18798" style="vertical-align: text-top; ">11</sup> The LORD will guide you always; </span></div></sup><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > and will strengthen your frame. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >You will be like a well-watered garden, </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > like a spring whose waters never fail. </span></div><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18799" style="vertical-align: text-top; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18799" style="vertical-align: text-top; ">12</sup> Your people will rebuild the ancient ruins </span></div></sup><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > and will raise up the age-old foundations; </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >you will be called Repairer of Broken Walls, </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > Restorer of Streets with Dwellings.</span></div><div style="font-size: x-small; text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I see a need. When I heard who Jesus was, the King who stopped for the poor, the broken and the needy I realised that helping those that have a need is a natural heart response if you love the Lord Jesus because you can't help but care about the things He cares about. However, to have this revelation on my own isn't good enough. I want to raise the alarms, I want others to see the need too because of the love they've encountered from the living God. The video above is a video created by my big brother Alex showing a need and showing a hope. A need in Guatemala that isn't going away any time soon unless more people start to join together to respond and it crushes God's heart but an amazing hope that there is a movement of motion pictures aiming to raise awareness for God's people to respond to this need. I will be showing this video tonight to the group of young people that I help to lead. I want them to see the need. See Guatemala's struggle that they are trying to push past and see the potential in God's beautiful young people that live on the street. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >There is hope because there is LOVE. </span></div><p></p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834365824452876406noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2370311418431780982.post-23744286721394435952011-11-08T07:28:00.000-08:002011-11-08T08:38:05.680-08:00Fogo de Deus!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMxrBPA823DtOu344OPAouMcfBrUq0TyIn2iVIY065fnay9T4iI9fYB7uIpTNuhDB4ka4c_0VMUA_rxbo0xR5DkGB4iASnW7xa7Jn8-FJQc-7pTVPNXZeXaMlSS0e-zkjt8BQHtOol43w/s1600/PA220910.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMxrBPA823DtOu344OPAouMcfBrUq0TyIn2iVIY065fnay9T4iI9fYB7uIpTNuhDB4ka4c_0VMUA_rxbo0xR5DkGB4iASnW7xa7Jn8-FJQc-7pTVPNXZeXaMlSS0e-zkjt8BQHtOol43w/s320/PA220910.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672664268322044290" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO3y2q4a5D3Ywu-PwkGkf2jTatsrOdcbca5-cI7F1SJELS2pWPRoot8MzF27zd7OsaOWa7IWOTUFQ_JnUmqdY3uA_iJFkdBnId3-KOl-ql_gCoM637V6hSXNW2c73imiYu89vJOaOpP6o/s1600/PA220895.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO3y2q4a5D3Ywu-PwkGkf2jTatsrOdcbca5-cI7F1SJELS2pWPRoot8MzF27zd7OsaOWa7IWOTUFQ_JnUmqdY3uA_iJFkdBnId3-KOl-ql_gCoM637V6hSXNW2c73imiYu89vJOaOpP6o/s320/PA220895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672664731718852274" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>God told me that I'm made to be someone who, like a bee travels from flower to flower tasting their sweetness, travels from place to place and marvels at the beautiful things God has made. I went to Italy on Friday 21st September till Tuesday 25th September with some others of the older youth age to spend time with a Brazilian church 'Centro Alleanza'. Treviso, the town that we stayed in, was so beautiful and I noticed a similarity there between China and Treviso; in that there was such a relaxed atmosphere as you walked down the street unlike busy, busy London. It felt so surreal as Katie and I sat in the back seat of a car with no seat belt (!), without a clue where we were going and listening to the Brazilians chatter away to each other in Italian/Portuguese. The different languages that we spoke I originally thought that would be a barrier but one thing I took away from this trip is that with God's love there are no barriers. I can't say grazie/obrigado enough to the people from Centro Alleanza because they welcomed us with open arms, literally! We embraced their culture and they did the same with ours. It was as if family was coming together as we took it in turns to sing the line in a song 'nothing compares to the promise I have' in our different languages. It touched me every single time when the pastor would tell everyone during worship to prophesy over each other and the p<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Ax60R_aE0QYCVJ67YPkuiRV4h24wyBFtyMrQvp4walgeU9giQ9O4uqUE1h2E_t7ijHZJ8z0gdYAfhuihNDx6Y-u_LqRnyCXkzF78dBR4hxciwV37wjRa9U_Gjn-PF6Aw3_AAkSTkIYc/s320/PA241167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672663453495437682" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " />eople next to me didn't hesitate to hold my hand and start praying for me. In my head I was thinking 'this is church!'. So I took back with me in my heart that I would do all I can to make church about love and relationships. It was then in the midst of love that the fire of God came down, hearts were changed by messages of God through worship, dance, talks and drama that our England team presented. We took a day trip to Venezia where we had a lot of fun shopping and looking at picturesque views of clear water and elegantly designed buildings. Now did I mention the food?! Pizza and pasta! ahhh yum! I don't know how all these Italian girls stay so slim! I'm really looking forward to where God is going to take me next :)Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834365824452876406noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2370311418431780982.post-36225544295149622552011-10-01T05:32:00.000-07:002011-11-02T05:44:24.219-07:00As I looked out at beautiful Edinburgh...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpS9XE83-3_WRDATY1YWGFy5jFBYtvAquegq8yMzSMozYLMC5o2u_ol2EVhMJXSLKGO6H8gdtN0KIp0N34Ls0MV9j944FgVLArQShzTRv05TznkEvTKU3LMdkTFAOhNIeqIef_0j2z7DI/s1600/P9270726.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpS9XE83-3_WRDATY1YWGFy5jFBYtvAquegq8yMzSMozYLMC5o2u_ol2EVhMJXSLKGO6H8gdtN0KIp0N34Ls0MV9j944FgVLArQShzTRv05TznkEvTKU3LMdkTFAOhNIeqIef_0j2z7DI/s320/P9270726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670377839692529698" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLsX3DUibfzPArcwQgoNZiWmc7_yoTvpgTqgUyY3ML2Nec2U7G2Kp5usmvbNUsZJgqQChXTyLfnpS07NToVKo7h0jPVzLKB-N2qMbOClJcYrvxz_jN-I2m11nwJEiPbl2l6vw-RpMheo/s1600/P9270734.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLsX3DUibfzPArcwQgoNZiWmc7_yoTvpgTqgUyY3ML2Nec2U7G2Kp5usmvbNUsZJgqQChXTyLfnpS07NToVKo7h0jPVzLKB-N2qMbOClJcYrvxz_jN-I2m11nwJEiPbl2l6vw-RpMheo/s320/P9270734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670375786662394290" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIRzR04yrWJ9ABYYxm6ZQdBp-VfSXlyYihKkXxWP1ehzuHoEQ66eSk7UEqEpzrXjUF0SbkTeJpQIs5hecxu3LhIzr52N9gSIdurzQq5VkptK8SHMCAPwXFYpK7hcGtHeZNm071DVAbTo0/s1600/P9270724.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIRzR04yrWJ9ABYYxm6ZQdBp-VfSXlyYihKkXxWP1ehzuHoEQ66eSk7UEqEpzrXjUF0SbkTeJpQIs5hecxu3LhIzr52N9gSIdurzQq5VkptK8SHMCAPwXFYpK7hcGtHeZNm071DVAbTo0/s320/P9270724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670374965504047490" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjU8mIcRaa7QmasDIwODRzUDIK_j5E8VsTmG_UQD_Iqfz7vOI_w7zQQ-nykiejBYHCAOj2CC34Rm8dS4b0L9cBPXvPK7ekFqav34I2KcwuC3Q43nWaCO0ZrfuekUIs43mMm9QAdLuAjeo/s1600/P9270736.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjU8mIcRaa7QmasDIwODRzUDIK_j5E8VsTmG_UQD_Iqfz7vOI_w7zQQ-nykiejBYHCAOj2CC34Rm8dS4b0L9cBPXvPK7ekFqav34I2KcwuC3Q43nWaCO0ZrfuekUIs43mMm9QAdLuAjeo/s400/P9270736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670369889842860770" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Change is part of life and as some things in my life have been moving out of their comfortable positions lately, this truth hits me straight in the face again. I arrived in Edinburgh on Tuesday morning to the smile of my good friend Avril who goes to university there. One of the things we decided to do was climb Arthur's Seat. Arthur's Seat is the main peak of a group of hills that are an extinct volcano, which rise above the city to a height of 823 ft. The climb was tiring and at various points my legs were yelling 'you've seen enough!' but as I looked out at beautiful Edinburgh I knew I wanted to reach the top to see the city in all it's glory. I pondered as I climbed that sometimes God places experiences in our lives that can be tiring and all up hill but all of that 'climbing' is worth it when God reveals through it a different perspective and blesses us in ways we can never imagine. When I got to the top...wow! The view was magnificent. All the different buildings that I saw close up, I saw how they looked in the grand scheme of things. Then God gently reminded me of the Louis Giglio talk 'Indescribable' where he shares facts about God's amazing universe and how small we really are, and I thought of how small I really am standing on this huge extinct volcano that seems so big to me: a tiny speck in the grand scheme of things but God still loves me more than I can ever imagine. So as I was overcome by these thoughts that were brought on by the fantastic view of Edinburgh city, my unsettled heart finally settled with the acknowledgement that God is so big and therefore how could I not trust Him? I can definitely trust that He's got me.Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834365824452876406noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2370311418431780982.post-24359287243280609072011-08-25T04:08:00.000-07:002011-08-25T04:39:22.357-07:00My Treasures<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDOKmMclZNIEgzhr_IQqUqgZ7t8MONzrUXQrfbAeM2nycSt9rKpNDyMp3j_AeckNGMN_ghjgVkK1eG9TgubUdCglxeoihJWF9uhu15XvMk8Ua47D_4glLtyBrjLsP1l-B6SJ-tMKa-TPg/s1600/treasure+box.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDOKmMclZNIEgzhr_IQqUqgZ7t8MONzrUXQrfbAeM2nycSt9rKpNDyMp3j_AeckNGMN_ghjgVkK1eG9TgubUdCglxeoihJWF9uhu15XvMk8Ua47D_4glLtyBrjLsP1l-B6SJ-tMKa-TPg/s200/treasure+box.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644756703710241842" /></a>
<br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 12px; font-size: medium; ">I went out to lunch the other day to catch up with my friend Sammi, who had just passed her A levels. She was telling me about the poem 'If' by Rudyard Kipling; which she had read alongside other poems lately to keep her mind challenged since she had stopped revising for her A levels. I read it today and I did find it was an interesting poem with mind-probing ideas and written well. I decided to entertain myself by reading a few more poems and stumbled across this poem that I</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 12px; font-size: medium; "> enjoyed reading therefore I thought I would share it with you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 12px; font-size: medium; ">
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<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;">What I love about this poem is that it took me right back to when I was a child and would find something small and insignificant to others but to me it was so special and valuable, giving me so much joy to have. That is a wonderful ability that most children have, no wonder they have so much fun. This also gives one of many reasons to explain why God wants us to become like children to enter His kingdom. When I on purpose look for the beauty around me, I find God does reveal so much more little things that people tend to overlook because of the 'busyness syndrome' that I do receive a lot of joy from. Perspective is everything I'm coming to learn. On another note if you have any poems that you liked reading, share them with me! I'd love to check them out :) </span></span></div>Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834365824452876406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2370311418431780982.post-74169951650217239702011-08-08T02:51:00.000-07:002011-08-08T03:34:36.574-07:00Can you hear the sirens?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic7dp8-j9A1ZetwLBIMsNZruX2rqCqpW_tfN95Y1Cf-rKdkfDIcW-b9TRxTAQarxmQvmZV3MXjChm88_mPJDwhpLZ-K7zOrfB_nDgGpbPOTBfB0mr_OsaO79CPj03gobTA5kfTxfJ_gHY/s1600/riots.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic7dp8-j9A1ZetwLBIMsNZruX2rqCqpW_tfN95Y1Cf-rKdkfDIcW-b9TRxTAQarxmQvmZV3MXjChm88_mPJDwhpLZ-K7zOrfB_nDgGpbPOTBfB0mr_OsaO79CPj03gobTA5kfTxfJ_gHY/s200/riots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638428245289848098" /></a>
<br />It's funny how something starts to feel all the more of a serious issue when it reaches your 'own front door'. Last night facebook was bursting with constant updates of London's residents reporting news of the riots spreading. On Saturday night, a riot erupted in Tottenham in what seemed to be in response to a police shooting of a man named Mark Duggan. Police cars, buses and buildings burnt to a crisp, shops looted and smashed, people injured physically and emotionally. In the media, the Duggan family declared that they did not condone any of this violence. By Sunday, the riots were spreading to other areas such as Enfield, Chingford, Ponders End, Islington and my own areas of Walthamstow and Leyton. My boyfriend's place of work, Tesco, was smashed and looted; with the unprotected night staff running to get to safety. I highly think that the people that are carrying on the riots now actually don't seriously care about the death of Mark but are just using the events in Tottenham as a greedy and careless excuse. It makes me feel so sad that people can want to do this. Eventually a lot of them will get caught as there has to be loads of CCTV cameras. As I laid in bed, the sound of sirens whirled from outside. Time to pray. Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834365824452876406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2370311418431780982.post-38848401044477467422011-07-16T02:49:00.000-07:002011-07-16T03:35:21.415-07:00Hans Zimmer! :D<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeg3LZu32gyDBXvlZKt3kZJbjKOiejlghFXnxXmA1U8pBKuhXQ1yxuGkQD3s0UFSmM5FFae-NGys1zrdRtfu34O8WQRIQ5xfcBlZ2JzxAw29hAeSOBvvFLRv-f5RDCOhH8Nt1tqJ7rrNI/s1600/P7090282.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeg3LZu32gyDBXvlZKt3kZJbjKOiejlghFXnxXmA1U8pBKuhXQ1yxuGkQD3s0UFSmM5FFae-NGys1zrdRtfu34O8WQRIQ5xfcBlZ2JzxAw29hAeSOBvvFLRv-f5RDCOhH8Nt1tqJ7rrNI/s200/P7090282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629896021800403314" /></a><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCax2g5F24gNZG1fQJjNDfykq-Rva92aQukh4r8rqLxhee81XH7Zxbd3aLZ1oL0F86T3E9bqteMfqt6a7r8qsijxV40hOl92MAbfuXbimauxbRGujcS_-LoG0rVVN_p7Z_je_ddz3vieM/s200/DSCF5200.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629894999134988130" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZnaWNGFERGKZqZYRy8yBlrbo9xyAsI_daJNsjyULTiCO9bzDAieMqRWa-Zd6cCJCNuF0Rp7wP0FGjTmqlhismS2p2s7bA8RTUIKA5LtqWP45hn5PJ2BZCKEis8XYa9QiUxF3wBBCMK9Q/s1600/DSCF5216.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZnaWNGFERGKZqZYRy8yBlrbo9xyAsI_daJNsjyULTiCO9bzDAieMqRWa-Zd6cCJCNuF0Rp7wP0FGjTmqlhismS2p2s7bA8RTUIKA5LtqWP45hn5PJ2BZCKEis8XYa9QiUxF3wBBCMK9Q/s200/DSCF5216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629895470206911778" /></a><br /><br />If you're looking at the title of this post and thinking 'I have no idea what Hans Zimmer is' then you need to get to know! Hans Zimmer is a musical genius. He has composed the music for over one hundred films: 'Pirates of the Caribbean', 'Kung Fu Panda' and 'Gladiator' to name a few and won many awards. Last Saturday I was very blessed to be able to see him perform with John Powell (another film composer) and an amazing orchestra in Northampton. The event was mainly focused around the 'Kung Fu Panda 2' movie but I was so glad that they played compositions from other films too. It's such a touching experience to see an orchestra play live and I think I underestimated that before I went. I highly recommend that you go to see an orchestra play if you have the opportunity. Not only was it a fabdabbydozy musical experience but it was a great opportunity to spend some time with my family; introducing Alex, my Guatemalan brother, to some traditional English grub: pie and mash ofcorse! before we left for Northampton. I also bumped into a couple of my good friends, Avril and Melissa, who I hadn't seen for a while so that was great :) That day I will be holding close to my heart and I think my musical appreciation has only just begun.<div><br /></div><div>Here is a link to a youtube clip that has a selection of Hans Zimmer compositions for you to enjoy:<br /><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BX_dyTkFbG0">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BX_dyTkFbG0</a></div></div><div><br /></div><div>On another note, today is our annual church fun day, which should be another good day but prayers asking God to bring out the sun would definately be appreciated :) </div>Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834365824452876406noreply@blogger.com2