<?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-3166473034111328552</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:25:27.155-08:00</updated><category term='moses'/><category term='christian'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='judgement'/><category term='father'/><category term='golden calf'/><category term='love'/><category term='sow and reap'/><category term='Forgiveness'/><category term='Idol'/><title type='text'>Learning and Yearning</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningandyearning.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166473034111328552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningandyearning.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935598098832054923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZDaBKWxD0k/SOaKyTED7zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNZarU8jYhs/S220/P8250148.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-3166473034111328552.post-1930377888239140764</id><published>2011-04-30T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T15:41:34.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I unthinkingly said to two people the other day, ‘I was chatting to God this morning and he said to me…’.&amp;#160; Well one laughed in my face with a, ‘do what! look, I don’t think so! and the other gave me such a glare.&amp;#160; Nonetheless i carried on to say what God had told me and they stopped just short of a snort of derision.&amp;#160; It was obvious what they thought of an upstart who thought God spoke to her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;How sad!&amp;#160; How sad that they had the best Dad in the Universe and they did not hear his voice or chat with Him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;What Dad doesn’t talk to His child.&amp;#160; Where is love without intimacy.&amp;#160; Where is intimacy without communication.&amp;#160; Where is communication without at least some talk, chatter.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Unfortunately to some confidence in a Father in heaven who loves and talks to his daughter and shares his thoughts and heart is seen as arrogance.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Jesus showed us how to be sons and daughters by his portrayal as a son, especially in the Gospel of John.&amp;#160; He talked and listened to the Father all the time and only did what he saw and heard Him say.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So I will continue to talk to my Daddy in heaven and listen to what he has to say to me, as i sit on His knee safe in his arms of love.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jenny &amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166473034111328552-1930377888239140764?l=learningandyearning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningandyearning.blogspot.com/feeds/1930377888239140764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://learningandyearning.blogspot.com/2011/04/talking-to-daddy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166473034111328552/posts/default/1930377888239140764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166473034111328552/posts/default/1930377888239140764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningandyearning.blogspot.com/2011/04/talking-to-daddy.html' title='Talking to Daddy'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935598098832054923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZDaBKWxD0k/SOaKyTED7zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNZarU8jYhs/S220/P8250148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166473034111328552.post-8390405307097880821</id><published>2011-04-30T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T14:05:01.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Just joined live writer and this is just a test.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166473034111328552-8390405307097880821?l=learningandyearning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningandyearning.blogspot.com/feeds/8390405307097880821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://learningandyearning.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166473034111328552/posts/default/8390405307097880821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166473034111328552/posts/default/8390405307097880821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningandyearning.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-testing.html' title='Just testing'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935598098832054923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZDaBKWxD0k/SOaKyTED7zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNZarU8jYhs/S220/P8250148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166473034111328552.post-5906981969996170800</id><published>2010-09-23T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T09:25:59.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golden calf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idol'/><title type='text'>It doesn't have to be big</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moses went up the mountain and he wasn't gone that long before the  people started complaining.&amp;nbsp; Aaron being a bit on the weak side gave  into them and said bring all your gold.&amp;nbsp; So they did and he made them a  golden calf, an idol to worship as their god.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's how the story goes, doesn't it?&amp;nbsp; I've read the book, seen  the film.&amp;nbsp; Well this story was the reading in church the other Sunday  and as I listened something stood out for me.&amp;nbsp; 'Take off your gold  ear-rings that your wives, your sons and daughters are wearing and bring  them to me'.&amp;nbsp; Just ear-rings, surely not.&amp;nbsp; Wasn't it all your gold?&amp;nbsp;  After all you wouldn't make much of a golden calf with just ear-rings,  that amount of gold even with thousands of you wouldn't go far.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So I picked up another bible translation and checked it in there.&amp;nbsp;  And there it was again, ear-rings.&amp;nbsp; It has always been the impression  that the golden calf was quite large, but this must have been a rather  puny thing.&amp;nbsp; How we get ideas in our minds no matter how much we read.&amp;nbsp; I  would have put money on them being asked to bring all their gold.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I jotted it down in my sermon notes booklet, 'how big was the golden calf if only made from ear-rings.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday found me down the church, as I had opened it for any one  to come in for prayer.&amp;nbsp; I opened my note-book and read my note from the  other Sunday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Why only ear-rings Lord', I asked, 'the calf must have been very  small'. the answer came, 'Size isn't important, your idol need only be  very small to take you away from me'.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So the Israelites gave up Almighty God for an iddy biddy tiny golden calf and gave their worship and put their faith in that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Makes me wonder why he pointed this out to me.&amp;nbsp; I will have to start looking to see if I have any golden calf's.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jenny &amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166473034111328552-5906981969996170800?l=learningandyearning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningandyearning.blogspot.com/feeds/5906981969996170800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://learningandyearning.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-doesnt-have-to-be-big.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166473034111328552/posts/default/5906981969996170800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166473034111328552/posts/default/5906981969996170800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningandyearning.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-doesnt-have-to-be-big.html' title='It doesn&apos;t have to be big'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935598098832054923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZDaBKWxD0k/SOaKyTED7zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNZarU8jYhs/S220/P8250148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166473034111328552.post-3820295465138277932</id><published>2010-07-30T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T12:02:24.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><title type='text'>His Father and Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have read the gospel of John and studied it for over&amp;nbsp; 30 years.&amp;nbsp;  Yet it was only just this year that God opened my eyes&amp;nbsp; to the Father  verses in it.&amp;nbsp; You wonder sometimes how you can be so blind.&amp;nbsp; This of  course is all part of what he has been teaching me over the last few  years.&amp;nbsp; How to live on the other side of the road.&amp;nbsp; To look at my  christian life from another perspective.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God's Father heart.&amp;nbsp; He says he will not leave me an orphan, he will be my Father and I am his daughter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So I was re-reading John's gospel for the umpteenth time and Holy  Spirit started to highlight certain verses to me.&amp;nbsp; Jesus did nothing on  his own, said nothing but what the Father told him to.&amp;nbsp; He said he could  only do what he saw the Father do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now I expect someone will be laughing and saying after all these  years didn't you know this, and the answer is yes of course I knew  this.&amp;nbsp; I could have quoted the verses etc.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But now instead of knowing it, I KNEW it.&amp;nbsp; I could see it in my  spirit.&amp;nbsp; Jesus, in communion with the Father, listening intently,  watching through an open heaven what the Father was up to and then doing  it himself.&amp;nbsp; totally submitted, totally obedient.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I looked again at what Jesus was actually doing and then imagined  that the Father must be doing these things too in heaven.&amp;nbsp; How exciting  and how busy is the Father.&amp;nbsp; What a picture of heaven it conjures up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus shows us what the Father is like when we look at him, so we  know that the Father enjoys socialising.&amp;nbsp; Likes the occasional party, is  compassionate, loves the poor and downtrodden.&amp;nbsp; Holds women in high  regard.&amp;nbsp; Heals, raises from the dead, gets angry, cries and much more.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But Jesus also shows us how to be a son or a daughter by trusting,  loving, listening to, spending time with, obedience to the Father.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How exciting it is when scriptures that you have read over and  over suddenly open up a whole new dimension to your relationship with  the Father and Jesus.&amp;nbsp; That WOW moment. Just like reading the bible for  the first time.&amp;nbsp; With the eyes of the Holy Spirit one verse can have an  infinite array of meanings depending on what you need to know at that  moment.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The sad thing is there are not the&amp;nbsp; words to really describe what  happened.&amp;nbsp; When put into words it somehow loses something in the  telling.&amp;nbsp; But this is just another little piece of the puzzle that I am  being taught in this season with the Father.&amp;nbsp; A Father heart season that  seems to be world-wide at the moment.&amp;nbsp; He wants intimacy and to deepen  the relationship with him who knows all things.&amp;nbsp; He is love and he wants  us to know that love and to love him back.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jenny &amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt; &lt;/b&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/3166473034111328552-3820295465138277932?l=learningandyearning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningandyearning.blogspot.com/feeds/3820295465138277932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://learningandyearning.blogspot.com/2010/07/his-father-and-mine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166473034111328552/posts/default/3820295465138277932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166473034111328552/posts/default/3820295465138277932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningandyearning.blogspot.com/2010/07/his-father-and-mine.html' title='His Father and Mine'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935598098832054923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZDaBKWxD0k/SOaKyTED7zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNZarU8jYhs/S220/P8250148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166473034111328552.post-4322955598121283403</id><published>2009-10-23T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:41:56.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judgement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sow and reap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forgiveness'/><title type='text'>Beginnings of Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God was shaking and sifting not only me but the church.  You always seem to think it is just you, or just your church, when there are problems, but i started to hear reports from other churches of similar problems.  Then from around the world.  There was a shaking and a sifting going on all over.  This was God's time, His season for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I was desperate, hanging on by my fingernails, spiritually drained as was a lot of us.  My faith was sure and strong but the situation i found myself in was oppressive and hard.  That is all i will say for there is no point in raking over old coals and just in case someone is hurt reading it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then came fresh air.  The wind of change had come.  God was starting a new season.  'See i do a new thing', He says.  It started with being given a little yellow booklet called 'The Importance of Forgiveness',  by John Arnott.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I knew about forgiveness so i thought, but this book brought a whole new dimension to it.  I learnt that by the measure i judge others so i will be judged by that same measure.  I should have known that, i did know that, but i didn't always live by that knowledge.  My mind shot to the times and things i was judgemental on and i could imagine being judged the same.  God showed me that when i judged i gave the enemy the right to get me back in that same area.  Why?  Because the bible says, 'by the measure...'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Along with that went, 'you reap what you sow'.  If you sow in judgement, bitterness, unforgiveness you will reap the harvest.  If you sow in prayer and holiness into your church, then someone along the line reaps the harvest.  The same with your children and grandchildren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This was brought back to me again just this last weekend at a conference.  We was told.  If you sow 1 tiny seed you usually get a big harvest.  Look at 1 pea, 1 bean, 1 potato, how many do you get back when you sow just that 1.  Sow 1 judgement seed think how big the harvest will be.  If you sow a weed you harvest a weed and that produces lots more seed, and so the weed multiplies.  Ouch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It was with gentleness this was all said, not with a stick to beat, but nonetheless God our Father has a way of highlighting the things he wants us to know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The second whammy of the book was about forgiveness, once i had sorted out the judging.  I had been through forgiving everyone i thought i needed to forgive, but here was all new things that i had never thought of.  I am not going to name them in case people read this and do not understand but once again i was brought to my knees.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You can tell when Father is doing something rather than yourself navel gazing or the enemy, there is no condemnation, just an 'oh Father, i didn't realise, i'm so sorry.  Then the peace and freedom that comes with repentance.  &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/3166473034111328552-4322955598121283403?l=learningandyearning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningandyearning.blogspot.com/feeds/4322955598121283403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://learningandyearning.blogspot.com/2009/10/beginnings-of-change.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166473034111328552/posts/default/4322955598121283403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166473034111328552/posts/default/4322955598121283403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningandyearning.blogspot.com/2009/10/beginnings-of-change.html' title='Beginnings of Change'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935598098832054923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZDaBKWxD0k/SOaKyTED7zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNZarU8jYhs/S220/P8250148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166473034111328552.post-1303041877211093734</id><published>2009-10-21T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:06:39.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What it is all about</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well strangely enough I've started a new blog, something i have been thinking of for a long time.  Strange because i haven't been very good at writing in my other blog 'Stop The Clock'.  What is different about this blog.  Well, it is going to be a christian blog only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will not be a devotional but as the title suggests a recording of the things God has been doing in my life over the last two years and my yearnings for what i hope he does in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of years have been a steep learning curve for me in my christian journey and i feel the need to write it down here rather than in the haphazard way i have of using many different note books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now i have given my testimony of how i became a Christan in my 'Stop The Clock'  blog so i don't intend to repeat it here.  Suffice to say that i have spent my whole christian life in the one Methodist church and on the few occasions when i have asked God if he wanted me to move the answer has always been a loud 'no'.  Right from very early on in my christian walk my views veered towards  evangelical&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;charismatic, or is that charismatic evangelical...  Anyway my understanding of being a Christan would be considered both evangelical and charismatic.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years things have trundled along, sometimes having times of being hungry for more.  Sometimes  seeing small glimpses of what might be and then times of apathy, dry deserts, wilderness and back sliding.  But after going through a very dark time of which there is no point in explaining here, a change occurred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God started doing a new thing all around the world it would seem but certainly in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started showing me lots of things and bringing other things to my notice.  Like certain American preachers that i had always been told to have nothing to do with.  Heretics i was told, so i never bothered with them.  Now having looked at the preaching and teaching of the ones that have caught my attention i realise that whilst not all they say i agree with, most of them really walk the talk and are doing great things for God.  No one teaches or preached 100% correct, unless you are Jesus because we are fallible humans.  So i say to those who judge (and i say it kindly).  What is it that you get wrong.  I know for myself i do not necessarily believe the same things now as i did at the beginning of my walk, but that doesn't make me a heretic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things i felt God saying at the beginning of this new time of learning was that he wanted me to cross the road and look at things from a new perspective.  He said there was nothing wrong with driving along on the left-hand side of the road but now was the time to go over to the other side and see things from there.  At about the same time, a very good friend who is also a very spiritual person, told me about a dream he had that was very similar to what i felt God had said to me.  He also had been told to go over to the right-hand side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the start of what has been happening over the last two years and what a two years it has been. But more of that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166473034111328552-1303041877211093734?l=learningandyearning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningandyearning.blogspot.com/feeds/1303041877211093734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://learningandyearning.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-it-is-all-about.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166473034111328552/posts/default/1303041877211093734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166473034111328552/posts/default/1303041877211093734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningandyearning.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-it-is-all-about.html' title='What it is all about'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935598098832054923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZDaBKWxD0k/SOaKyTED7zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNZarU8jYhs/S220/P8250148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
