<?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-23538201</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:39:27.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Reflections</title><subtitle type='html'>"I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth" Genesis 9:13</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>188</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-6535885438833707756</id><published>2009-02-11T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T05:58:53.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mindset</title><content type='html'>I received the chewing out of my career yesterday. It did not feel good and I was ready to give this all up because I have tolerated much over the past couple of years and I didn't want to take another minute. Everyone around me is unhappy and we are all very tired for being pushed 200% when our physical bodies are only able to provide 100-120% (if even that much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeated was the only work I could use to describe what I felt. This one meeting impacted every part of me up until I went to sleep. All I could do was think how my reported project time shows that I am working 170% for the month of February. Who has time for this, really? Imagine how my son has suffered and even my own body for the past couple of weeks. February was the highest reported month, but my other months are all well over 100% too. So, I finally went to sleep after having the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; to go down and pray at the church. I didn't really feel any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dawned on me as I woke up at the crack of dawn. I am wrong for the way I have been thinking. My mindset is out of the will of God. Though I have the right to cry out in frustration and everything requires me to do a less than 100% job (which is really hard for me as a perfectionist), my attitude has been wrong. God put in my spirit this morning one thing, your mindset has been to barely make it by because you feel you can't give anymore. Physically you cannot, but mentally you can. If I would have just changed the way I approached each situation,  I believe I would have avoided the mental beating of my career. You know what, I deserved it because I have been doing nothing but complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, I use to laugh at my employers and say in my mind, you are lucky that God requires me to give 100% and do my best in all things. Now, my mind is saying I am blessed for this job and they deserve better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been complaining about a situation in your life, my advise would be to stop. You are probably justified in your complaints, but you are not right in your mind. Change today. It will make your tomorrow better. God knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-6535885438833707756?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6535885438833707756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=6535885438833707756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6535885438833707756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6535885438833707756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2009/02/mindset.html' title='A Mindset'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-3930386716106590374</id><published>2009-02-08T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:50:52.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Esther Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/SY_Dn0agP3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/chERGSXPqsc/s1600-h/DSC01854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300670375290486642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/SY_Dn0agP3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/chERGSXPqsc/s320/DSC01854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/SY_Dnj0tZtI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uPAqAHltGks/s1600-h/DSC01852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300670370836997842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/SY_Dnj0tZtI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uPAqAHltGks/s320/DSC01852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an enjoyable time at the Esther Conference this weekend. Being a chaperone was a rewarding experience as I was able to see our girls loving the experience. It is such a blessing to see an altar filled with girls reaching out and seeking God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-3930386716106590374?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3930386716106590374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=3930386716106590374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/3930386716106590374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/3930386716106590374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2009/02/2009-esther-conference.html' title='2009 Esther Conference'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/SY_Dn0agP3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/chERGSXPqsc/s72-c/DSC01854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-4325568701761986189</id><published>2009-02-05T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T06:09:14.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who?</title><content type='html'>Can you guess who these people are? These drawings are courtesy of Anthony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/SYryyfrgNiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qK1_DjnJDKo/s1600-h/DSC01753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299314860866156066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/SYryyfrgNiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qK1_DjnJDKo/s320/DSC01753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/SYryyMXTPiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FMqb8dgzqKc/s1600-h/DSC01747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299314855681146402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/SYryyMXTPiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FMqb8dgzqKc/s320/DSC01747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/SYryK5hhdLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jjBD7LMQwIU/s1600-h/DSC01751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299314180608849074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/SYryK5hhdLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jjBD7LMQwIU/s320/DSC01751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-4325568701761986189?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4325568701761986189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=4325568701761986189' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/4325568701761986189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/4325568701761986189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2009/02/guess-who.html' title='Guess Who?'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/SYryyfrgNiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qK1_DjnJDKo/s72-c/DSC01753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-7338818801102439161</id><published>2009-01-31T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T07:33:20.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>I am now a Facebooker. I updated my wall with what I am doing. That should make me official. I still need to post pics, but once I get my camera working right, I will get that going as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about time I get caught up with the times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-7338818801102439161?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7338818801102439161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=7338818801102439161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7338818801102439161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7338818801102439161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2009/01/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-7972087884702516227</id><published>2009-01-03T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:11:25.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unleashed</title><content type='html'>Last night at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SoCal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HYC&lt;/span&gt; was phenomenal. The two words; Anointed Breakthrough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anointed" because the message, the music and the presentation was truly touched by God. As a change from the night before, it ran more smoothly and the atmosphere held an expectation until the breakthrough was received. The music had you jumping on your feet as the worshippers released their worship and ushered even the meek and unknowing to grab a hold of the spirit of worship. I had never seen so many young people singing a song or dancing with their caution thrown to the wind. As I submerged myself into the middle of the crowd, I became a part of a movement that will forever embedded itself in the history of Pentecost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Breakthrough" because the heartbeat of God could be felt as Bro Francis poured himself out unto us all even as his voice fought to withhold what he had to say. Even at a crackle of his voice you could feel the desire in him for us to grab a hold of lifestyle evangelism. To love the cities in which we live and to serve those who reside within our communities. We mus be The Called that God has called for us to be and release every single thing we have to offer in order to overcome any giant that stands in our way of reaching the lost. Even when Bro Francis had no more voice to preach, we had desired to hear more because our souls were crying out for the truth in his message and wanted to soak in what we have been missing: the Truth about who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a people redeemed by the Mighty God and are called to serve and love the lost. We must be the heroes of our communities. We must be the lights shining on top of the hill combating darkness that has imprisoned our cities. As the called, we must unleash the holy ghost beast in us and overcome the giants of our cities. We must devour Satan's spiritual predators while becoming predators of sin. It is time to stop being at the bottom of the spiritual food chain and time to climb our way to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, knees were bowed and voices wailed out as stomachs were wrenched with the reality of truth. Our hearts were breaking with the things that breaks God's heart. Room was being made in our hearts so that we may passionately love the things that God loves. &lt;u&gt;We were humbled.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land" (2 Chronicles 7:14)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-7972087884702516227?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7972087884702516227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=7972087884702516227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7972087884702516227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7972087884702516227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2009/01/unleashed.html' title='Unleashed'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-2855094766737285807</id><published>2008-12-31T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:32:54.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Official: I am a Real Woman</title><content type='html'>Its official. I hosted my first Christmas Party and thus have formally transitioned into the life of a real woman (LOL). For many that doesn't seem like a big deal. For me, this is absolutely a great deal. Let me explain something about me, I am not the best hostess. Unlike Sis Sabrina, who can read your needs better than you, I am one of those people whom you tell what you need done and I will execute. That is probably why I am a project manager and not a project developer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blast to host a party. I had no idea how much work goes into events of this size, but my adrenaline what rushing the entire time and I never once sat down. I didn't even eat the wonderful food that was brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, I would do it again in a heartbeat. The looks of happiness. Knowing that others who usually host our events were able to rest. The full bellies that were being rubbed and children running around like they lost their heads. It was all wonderful to me. It was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all for allowing me to open my home and use it for God's good. Nothing gives me such satisfaction as doing God's work. We had 25 guest at this party. Who knows how many were impacted by something so simple as opening a door to a home. Or how many were impacted by the fellowship that took place right in my driveway or over a warm plate of food that was supplied by the members of this church. Or during the games played and ran by the members of this church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This party was a collective effort and a collective success. We did it. I loved it and am thankful for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first but definitely not my last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-2855094766737285807?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2855094766737285807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=2855094766737285807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/2855094766737285807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/2855094766737285807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-official-i-am-real-woman.html' title='Its Official: I am a Real Woman'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-6882839607336849192</id><published>2008-10-09T06:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T06:55:47.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom and Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/SO4NFl3xFXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Hbgpkkl6T1k/s1600-h/Mom+and+Dad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255152204904469874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/SO4NFl3xFXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Hbgpkkl6T1k/s320/Mom+and+Dad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-6882839607336849192?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6882839607336849192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=6882839607336849192' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6882839607336849192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6882839607336849192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-mom-and-dad.html' title='My Mom and Dad'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/SO4NFl3xFXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Hbgpkkl6T1k/s72-c/Mom+and+Dad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-250685341648646783</id><published>2008-09-30T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:20:38.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://catsmeow150.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sis Alice&lt;/a&gt; tagged me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unspectacular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; I love bean bag chairs. I am sitting in one right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; I like to wear simple colors (Blues, whites, tans, beige's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; I love thunder and lightning storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Water is my favorite drink. So, when I ask for a cup of ice water with lemon at a restaurant, I am not being cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; I like folding laundry. It smells nice and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; I'd rather have french fries vs. ice cream and cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meme terms &amp;amp; conditions&lt;br /&gt;1. link the person who tagged you&lt;br /&gt;2. mention the rules on your blog&lt;br /&gt;3. list 6 unspectacular things about you&lt;br /&gt;4. tag 6 other bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging Sis Rebecca, &lt;a href="http://teamo-island.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alaina&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://sketchwarrior.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jose&lt;/a&gt;. (I didn't make it to 6. I broke the rule)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-250685341648646783?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/250685341648646783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=250685341648646783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/250685341648646783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/250685341648646783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-2279731944410044020</id><published>2008-09-25T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:25:50.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP!!!</title><content type='html'>I heard a story about a woman who thought she was TMing her husband and accidentally TMed her boss. Wouldn’t have been so bad if the TM wasn’t about her boss. This is a life lesson. Stop complaining. You never know who might be listening or in this case, who you are TMing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-2279731944410044020?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2279731944410044020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=2279731944410044020' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/2279731944410044020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/2279731944410044020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2008/09/stop.html' title='STOP!!!'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-5627107570415608862</id><published>2008-09-22T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:39:11.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we [Adults] not think this way? Or do we?</title><content type='html'>On the way home from school, Anthony shared with me the troubles that one of his classmate is having. Knowing that my son is familiar with this, I offered him my suggestions on how to befriend and help this classmate through these hard times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Anthony how he got over his hard times. He said to me, he stopped being mean because he did not want to go to hell. He said that he felt God would not be happy with him being mean. So his brain told him to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can testify to this. He truly stopped being mean almost instantly. I get chills thinking about what he said. This came from the mouth of my 7 year old who fought his way to the top of his kindergarten class, but by the end of first grade, was given the Character Counts award. This award rewards the students who display trustworthiness, respect, responsibility, fairness, caring and citizenship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He earned this title of Good Character, all because Anthony knew his actions were not pleasing to God and that he must change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-5627107570415608862?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5627107570415608862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=5627107570415608862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5627107570415608862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5627107570415608862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-do-we-adults-not-think-this-way-or.html' title='Why do we [Adults] not think this way? Or do we?'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-2843508429509870329</id><published>2008-03-25T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:24:43.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Simple</title><content type='html'>My sister and I were conversing yesterday and began discussing Anthony and his prayers. Anthony can pray and his concern for people show in those prayers. As his mother, I can honestly say that some of his prayers have made me feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my sister was telling me how Laila (my niece) told them that she did not want to pray that night. That really disturbed Anthony, so he began to question why she would not want to pray. Laila only being 3, could not freely express why, just that she didn’t want to. Anthony just did not understand this idea and said to Laila “Why would you not want to pray. It is good for you. Don’t you want something that is good for you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So simply put and so right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-2843508429509870329?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2843508429509870329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=2843508429509870329' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/2843508429509870329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/2843508429509870329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-simple.html' title='So Simple'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-2037180104283391250</id><published>2008-03-12T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T15:04:18.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know the author, but I really like the quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surviving and living your life successfully requires courage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The goals and dreams you're seeking require courage and risk-taking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Learn from the turtle, it only makes progress when it sticks out its neck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-2037180104283391250?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2037180104283391250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=2037180104283391250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/2037180104283391250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/2037180104283391250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dont-know-author-but-i-really-like.html' title='I don&apos;t know the author, but I really like the quote'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-6138817221881477301</id><published>2008-02-06T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T16:22:27.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really like this story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Whenever I'm disappointed with my spot in  life, I stop and think about little Jamie Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie was trying out for a part in the school play. His mother told  me that he'd set his heart on being in it, though she feared he would not be chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day the parts were awarded, I went with her to collect him after school. Jamie rushed up to her, eyes shining with pride and excitement.  "Guess what, Mom," he shouted, and then said those words that will remain a lesson to me....."I've been chosen to clap and cheer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-6138817221881477301?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6138817221881477301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=6138817221881477301' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6138817221881477301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6138817221881477301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-really-like-this-story.html' title='I really like this story'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-3638954783092723916</id><published>2008-01-21T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T09:39:43.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnify Jesus, Magnify the Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magnify Jesus, Magnify the Lord&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magnify Jesus, Magnify the Lord&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For He is worthy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For He is worthy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For He is worthy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be praised. To be praised!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have been singing this song, "Magnify Jesus" for years now. We even began singing it in Spanish. It dawned on me yesterday what I have actually been singing. I can be honest and say that to me it was just a great worship song. I think it is one of my favorites that I have not tired of yet and probably will not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I read this from Joy Haney's book, &lt;em&gt;May I Wash Your Feet,&lt;/em&gt; "God's kingdom increased because of her ability to decrease as she magnified Christ." Worshipping God is not just about worship. It is saying to Him that I put You first and I humble myself to You and Your will at this moment in time. It is saying, I want You to increase as I decrease (John 3:30). This is why we must continually have praise in our mouth for Him. By doing so, we are continually putting Him first and putting ourselves in a position for Him to bless us. Oh how I want the blessings. We want the blessings! He wants us to have the blessings. All He ask for is my worship and praise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I realized that what I was singing was not just about worship, but it was also a declaration from me. I am asking God to cleanse me, wash me, break me and make me over. Increase Lord in my life as I decrease. There is a God-sized void that only You can fill, Lord. And I am asking You to fill this thru my worship. I am asking for You to fill this thru my praise, Lord. Increase in my life, Lord. Increase in my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based upon what I have realized this is how the song "Magnify Jesus" now sounds to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Magnify Jesus, Magnify the Lord &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Increase Lord as I decrease)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Magnify Jesus, Magnify the Lord &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Increase Lord as I decrease)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For He is Worthy &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Because You are greater than my problems)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For He is Worthy &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(You are greater than my issues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For He is Worthy &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(You are GREAT LORD and GREATLY to be PRAISED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be Praised &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(I praise You all of the days of my life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be Praised! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Your praise shall continuously be in my mouth)&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/23538201-3638954783092723916?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3638954783092723916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=3638954783092723916' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/3638954783092723916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/3638954783092723916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2008/01/magnify-jesus-magnify-lord.html' title='Magnify Jesus, Magnify the Lord'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-2567106107012257325</id><published>2008-01-07T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:35:11.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Big is Goliath?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/R4MX3puB-SI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BrdAOdqzN18/s1600-h/David+vs+Goliath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152988643501144354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/R4MX3puB-SI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BrdAOdqzN18/s320/David+vs+Goliath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was in discussion today about the height of a cubit. By definition a cubit is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ancient&lt;/span&gt; unit of linear measure, originally equal to the length of the forearm from the tip of the middle finger to the elbow, or about 17-22 inches (43 to 56 centimeters). The Bible says that Goliath was 6 cubits and a span (I Samuel 17:4). This means he was anywhere between 8.5 to 11 feet tall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure why this number seems so small to me. I guess growing up, Goliath seemed more like a monster than a man and therefore reached a preposterous height no man had ever seen. He was certainly no shorty by any means, but he just doesn't seem so scary. I would love to stand next to someone so tall. It would make me feel short and that is hard to do seeing how I stand at almost 6' tall.  It is interesting how we view people as a kid vs as an adult. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-2567106107012257325?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2567106107012257325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=2567106107012257325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/2567106107012257325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/2567106107012257325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-big-is-goliath.html' title='How Big is Goliath?'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/R4MX3puB-SI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BrdAOdqzN18/s72-c/David+vs+Goliath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-4390572970145119173</id><published>2008-01-05T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T23:20:01.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam called them</title><content type='html'>“And out of the ground the Lord God formed every beast of the field, and every fowl of the air, and brought them unto Adam to see what he would call them: and whatsoever Adam called every living creature, that was the name thereof.” Genesis 2:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Adam named every beast of the field and every fowl of the air, how long do you think he was thinking of names? And how many names did he have to create? It makes me smile to know that God gave Adam this privilege. I wonder at what point did Adam run out of names? Obviously, he made it through because in verse 20 it goes on to state that Adam went ahead and named them &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is estimated to be anywhere between 2 – 100 million species of animals and plants on the earth today. A more consistent number I have seen is around 2 million. A species is often defined as a group of organisms capable of interbreeding and producing fertile offspring (&lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.com/"&gt;www.wikipedia.com&lt;/a&gt;). Each species does not account for the individual members of that family, but the family as a whole. Scientist today have attempted or are still attempting to classify and name all species though they run into difficulties with differences in opinions and redundancies (The Environmental Literacy Council, &lt;a href="http://www.enviroliteracy.org/"&gt;www.enviroliteracy.org&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam was just one man who named every beast and fowl that God created. He had to come up with some crazy stuff and God loved every one of them. What scientist can’t do today, one man did in the beginning of time. We have a hard time naming our pets! When I was young I had 4 dogs and one cat. The cat was never named, three of my dogs were all called Boy and one was called Princess. Can you tell that I had issues with naming my animals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should ask for the mind of Adam when naming my animals. Who knows what I would come up with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one for you; do you know what an Alpaca is? What about an Ermine? I didn’t make these up. They are real animals. Check out &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_animal_names"&gt;Wikipedia &lt;/a&gt;for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-4390572970145119173?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4390572970145119173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=4390572970145119173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/4390572970145119173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/4390572970145119173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2008/01/adam-called-them.html' title='Adam called them'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-2331677612916021436</id><published>2007-12-05T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T16:15:10.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello...</title><content type='html'>I feel as if I haven't written in forever! Someone that talks as much as I do (LOL), can really miss a chat here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First&lt;/strong&gt;, I want to say that on Thanksgiving, I cut the pie and it was perfect. You just don't know how much I've improved in my culinary arts effort. I haven't burned much since my last kitchen horrors. There was only one incident during Thanksgiving where the marshmallows on the yams were charred. But that was not completely my fault and all I had to do was scrape them off and start again. They were yummy! Hate to disappoint you, but this chick is not going to have many more stories for you if I keep this up. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secondly&lt;/strong&gt;, Christmas is coming around and I just love the holidays. Unfortunately, it always seems that I am broke during the holidays, but that is probably because there is always so much to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thirdly&lt;/strong&gt;, Anthony has advanced to his purple belt. His only goal is to get the trophy and the belt. If that is what it takes to keep his self-esteem and his confidence high, then I am all for that. From this, he has learned discipline and respect amongst other things. Moms usually have a hidden agenda. This was definitely a winning situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourthly&lt;/strong&gt; (is that a word? I guess I could spell check...Yes, it is a word) and most importantly, God is good!!! I love God and He loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat with you later.&lt;br /&gt;PJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-2331677612916021436?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2331677612916021436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=2331677612916021436' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/2331677612916021436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/2331677612916021436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello.html' title='Hello...'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-1300990830125164792</id><published>2007-11-24T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T20:41:41.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone has a birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Pastor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Pryor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-1300990830125164792?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1300990830125164792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=1300990830125164792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/1300990830125164792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/1300990830125164792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/11/someone-has-birthday.html' title='Someone has a birthday...'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-6073757430042111399</id><published>2007-10-16T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:47:08.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another pic of mi familia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RxWTE7Nf75I/AAAAAAAAAFA/BRMK-RAhzwQ/s1600-h/Family+on+cruise2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122161864026877842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RxWTE7Nf75I/AAAAAAAAAFA/BRMK-RAhzwQ/s320/Family+on+cruise2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had to load another picture of my oldest brother and his family. My oldest nephew, Quentin turned 21 on Sunday. I remember those days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my 21st birthday, I flew out to NYC and stayed a week. I had it planned for months. When I first arrived my hotel didn't have my reservation. Then it had troubles running the credit card. After figuring out that it was their machine and I got into the room, I became sick. Food poisoning. It didn't stop me though. I was 21, I had energy even when I was sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-6073757430042111399?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6073757430042111399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=6073757430042111399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6073757430042111399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6073757430042111399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-pic-of-mi-familia.html' title='Another pic of mi familia'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RxWTE7Nf75I/AAAAAAAAAFA/BRMK-RAhzwQ/s72-c/Family+on+cruise2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-4006396965033277660</id><published>2007-10-13T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T10:25:01.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaina got a new car!</title><content type='html'>After much asking, Alaina finally posted a pic of her new car. This is Alaina's first car which I think warrants a celebration. New cars are always exciting and fun, especially when it is your first one. Hip! Hip! Horay! to Alaina and her new &lt;a href="http://teamo-island.blogspot.com/2007/10/since-i-have-failed-to-take-picture-of.html"&gt;Nissan Maxima&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-4006396965033277660?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4006396965033277660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=4006396965033277660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/4006396965033277660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/4006396965033277660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/10/alaina-got-new-car.html' title='Alaina got a new car!'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-4412294681798467893</id><published>2007-10-07T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:54:08.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping to Invite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/Rwm3gERlVtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/PHfukCkELbw/s1600-h/Granny+Lu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118824213014468306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/Rwm3gERlVtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/PHfukCkELbw/s320/Granny+Lu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/Rwm3XURlVsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/d1sUhzQjtFg/s1600-h/Granny+B..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118824062690612930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/Rwm3XURlVsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/d1sUhzQjtFg/s320/Granny+B..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went down yesterday to the mall with Granny &amp;amp; Granny Lu. We were hanging out having a good ole time buying some $2 skirts from JcPenny. You would think that my young age would give me an advantage in the energy department, but you would be wrong. I was worn out (and happy) at the end of our 4 hour excursion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't think we shopped the time away. Nope, we were on a mission. We came prepared with church cards and a smile. Check out some of our techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE GOLD MEDAL DASH technique&lt;/strong&gt;: After we grabbed a bite to eat and were headed towards the exit, Granny Lu grabbed a church card from me and ran (yes, she ran) after this woman to invite her to church. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I KNOW YOU WANNA BUY technique&lt;/strong&gt;: The verizon wireless guy was shocked when his sales pitch was turned right back on him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'CHEESE' technique&lt;/strong&gt;: The Glamour Shots guys asked us if we wanted to take some pics. BAM! Church cards pulled right out of the purse and into their hands. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YUM!YUM! technique&lt;/strong&gt;: The lady selling us some candy. BAM! Church card slammed down on the counter (I did that one). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU HUNGRY? technique&lt;/strong&gt;: The lady at the food court eating. BAM! Invited to church. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Everyone they talked to walked away with a church card. Those people in that mall didn't know what was coming when we pulled up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-4412294681798467893?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4412294681798467893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=4412294681798467893' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/4412294681798467893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/4412294681798467893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/10/shopping-to-invite.html' title='Shopping to Invite'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/Rwm3gERlVtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/PHfukCkELbw/s72-c/Granny+Lu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-4209017840964448493</id><published>2007-10-01T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T16:18:11.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Grannies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RwGABkRlVrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/h1h8ylvtFNI/s1600-h/Grannies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116511416075245234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RwGABkRlVrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/h1h8ylvtFNI/s400/Grannies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had so much fun lately with our grannies. There is so much wisdom that is displayed from them. The experience they have and the strength they exhibit is fascinatingly wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night on our way to the Everywoman’s BBQ, we (Trudie, Granny, Lula and myself) were all chit chatting away. The car was filled with happy talk, laughter and the Holy Ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lula (I call her Granny Lu) was telling of her past experiences and her days filled at this “holiness” church. I was definitely God’s will that we met. Granny was reminiscing on her days of youth and Trudie was telling of her days in Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful is all that I can call these women. Wonderful and hilarious! They have so much personality to go along with that wisdom. Laughter truly is medicine for the heart and soul. I am blessed to be able to drive them around. Ya’ll just don’t know how much you are missing out on. Maybe one day I will share them (just kidding).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-4209017840964448493?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4209017840964448493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=4209017840964448493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/4209017840964448493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/4209017840964448493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/10/church-grannies.html' title='Church Grannies'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RwGABkRlVrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/h1h8ylvtFNI/s72-c/Grannies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-2983201514506111186</id><published>2007-09-20T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T17:31:26.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Due Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=3&amp;amp;chapter=26&amp;amp;verse=4&amp;amp;version=9&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leviticus 26:4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then I will give you rain in due season, and the land shall yield her increase, and the trees of the field shall yield their fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read something today that I thought I'd share. I read of a man that was asking God for a wife. He prayed this in thinking that maybe God's will might be for him to marry a woman in his church. When he realized that his feelings for these woman did not change, the man then changed his prayer and began to pray for &lt;em&gt;preparation&lt;/em&gt; of his wife. This man never stopped asking for what he desired, but he understood that in time God would provide him with the desires of his heart. Until that time was to come, he would prepare for what God was going to provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am single and a mother of one. My desire is for Anthony to have a wonderful father that loves him as if he were in fact his own blood, a husband who will love me as Christ commanded and a man that I would greatly respect, love and cherish for all of my days. I have not found this man as yet, but there is nothing stopping me from preparing for his arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this cooking (and I am getting good at it) is a form of preparation. Regardless, I have to cook for Anthony, but he could care less that he had to eat cereal because I burned the fried chicken. I must practice in preparation for the day that I must liberally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; my skills in the culinary arts. (A note to my future husband, don't worry. By the time you come along I will be good at frying chicken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ways, the point I am trying to say is that the blessing has not arrived, &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;. But there is no reason why you cannot prepare for when it finally comes. Get your umbrella ready. Hang the rain coat up by the front door. Get that rain slicker if you want to. When the rain finally comes, get yo' stuff, go outside and enjoy your due season in the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-2983201514506111186?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2983201514506111186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=2983201514506111186' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/2983201514506111186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/2983201514506111186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-due-season.html' title='In Due Season'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-5173433154669479864</id><published>2007-09-19T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T14:53:51.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons of Sowing</title><content type='html'>I received this via email today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seasons of Sowing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today's Scripture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy" (Psalm 126:5).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Scripture talks about seasons of sowing and reaping in your life. In Psalms, it talks about sowing in tears and reaping in joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That verse is saying that the sowing seasons are usually the most difficult. It’s hard to keep a good attitude when all your friends are being blessed, but you’re not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You may feel like they don’t work as hard as you do. You may feel like they don’t give like you do or don’t deserve the blessing. That’s a time of testing. It’s hard to go through disappointments and stay positive and hopeful. These are seasons of sowing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If you’ll do the right thing even when it’s hard—when you sow in tears—you will always reap in joy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I’m asking you to have a new attitude toward what God has placed in your heart. It may be taking a long time, but God still has a plan to bring it to pass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Don’t give up. Your time is coming. It’s never too late! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;God is saying, "This is your season. Keep your faith stirred up." Keep sowing because in due season, you will reap the bountiful harvest with a song of joy in your heart!&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/23538201-5173433154669479864?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5173433154669479864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=5173433154669479864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5173433154669479864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5173433154669479864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/09/seasons-of-sowing.html' title='Seasons of Sowing'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-727055752092546316</id><published>2007-09-17T23:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T23:15:27.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hebrews 10:35-36 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(KJV)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast not away therefore your confidence, which hath great recompence of reward. For ye have need of patience, that, after ye have done the will of God, ye might receive the promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Amplified)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not, therefore, fling away your fearless confidence, for it carries a great and glorious compensation of reward. For you have need of steadfast patience and endurance, so that you may perform and fully accomplish the will of God, and thus receive and carry away [and enjoy to the full] what is promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(NIV)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do not throw away your confidence; it will be richly rewarded. You need to persevere so that when you have done the will of God, you will receive what he has promised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-727055752092546316?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/727055752092546316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=727055752092546316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/727055752092546316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/727055752092546316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/09/hold-fast.html' title='Hold Fast'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-5994652115094738306</id><published>2007-09-08T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T22:16:03.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister, you are Beautiful</title><content type='html'>I was in the market tonight after an awesome revival service and overheard some women talking about me. I am not one to eavesdrop so I didn't tune in until I heard the word "tall" and realized it was me, when in my peripheral view, I noticed them staring my way. They were saying that I was pretty, tall and there was something about me that just makes me beautiful. I am not sharing this to brag, but I am saying this because I instantly knew what they were saying was beautiful. It was the Holy Ghost! They were attracted to the Holy Ghost that was shining through. I feel like I could sing, It was the Holy Ghost! The Holy Ghost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, we are beautiful. Physical beauty is not enough to be beautiful. It is was comes from within. And with the Spirit living within us, beauty permeates off of us. I don't think we hear it enough, but we are beautiful. We shine, shine, shine and should be proud of the name we carry. As it was heard tonight, we are bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-5994652115094738306?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5994652115094738306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=5994652115094738306' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5994652115094738306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5994652115094738306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/09/sister-you-are-beautiful.html' title='Sister, you are Beautiful'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-7221342435398542822</id><published>2007-09-07T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T15:20:13.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 121</title><content type='html'>I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the LORD, which made heaven and earth. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber. Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. The LORD is thy keeper: the LORD is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. The LORD shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul. The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-7221342435398542822?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7221342435398542822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=7221342435398542822' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7221342435398542822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7221342435398542822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/09/psalm-121.html' title='Psalm 121'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-6251673709770235912</id><published>2007-09-05T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T09:31:40.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthony’s Teacher made me cry</title><content type='html'>Anthony’s teacher made me cry this morning. She told me that Anthony was a great student, loving, respectful and disciplined. Do not take this the wrong way, but I was dumbfounded. Seconds passed by before I could even respond. After I left the classroom, I cried joyful tears. You see, this was a change from all that I had heard in Pre-K and K. Kindergarten was a nightmare and many tears were shed by the both of us. So, to hear this was a great big blessing. Yes, I know school has just begun, and there may be times that I will have to hold onto these words. But prayerfully, I am petitioning God to help Anthony maintain this status in his class and in the many years to come. I want God’s light to shine in Anthony so that he can be a Godly example and a testimony/witness to his schoolmates. I want Anthony to let the lil' light shine. Thank you Jesus for sending me this blessing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-6251673709770235912?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6251673709770235912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=6251673709770235912' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6251673709770235912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6251673709770235912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/09/anthonys-teacher-made-me-cry.html' title='Anthony’s Teacher made me cry'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-7066182724312926531</id><published>2007-09-04T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:13:39.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family Cruisin' the Caribbean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/Rt4QdcChH-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/rMIEc8CqvvM/s1600-h/Family+on+cruise+ship.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106537125413724130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/Rt4QdcChH-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/rMIEc8CqvvM/s400/Family+on+cruise+ship.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here is a picture of my wonderful family on their cruise to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;. From left to right, nephew Cardie (15), nephew Quentin (20), sister-in-law Melinda and nephew Andre (15). As you can see, we are a family of giants. My brother, who was taking the picture, stands at 6'4". My nephews are all taller than me and I am 5'11". Us women are the short ones in the family. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-7066182724312926531?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7066182724312926531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=7066182724312926531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7066182724312926531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7066182724312926531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-family-cruisin-caribbean.html' title='My Family Cruisin&apos; the Caribbean'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/Rt4QdcChH-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/rMIEc8CqvvM/s72-c/Family+on+cruise+ship.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-1732155986583301613</id><published>2007-08-31T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T09:29:07.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthony's First Day of School</title><content type='html'>Well, we made it through the first day with ease. I was more nervous than Anthony. He is comfortable in new environments. With his sociable personality and desire to meet new people, he got along just fine. I was impressed by his teacher. She is very organized and disciplined. Just what Anthony needs. From what I have come to learn, our most valuable weapon as parents (outside of God) is our consistency. Anthony knows I love him when I discipline him because I am consistent and kept to my word. If I act out of anger and punish him, he tends to fear me instead of respect me. Anthony needs to know which way the ball is going to  fall, whether he is going to be reprimanded or loved. To have a disciplined teacher, is an answer to prayer, because God knew just what my son needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-1732155986583301613?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1732155986583301613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=1732155986583301613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/1732155986583301613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/1732155986583301613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/08/anthonys-first-day-of-school.html' title='Anthony&apos;s First Day of School'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-7344299036507961038</id><published>2007-08-30T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T10:01:48.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise '07 at the Park</title><content type='html'>On Oct. 6th, we are scheduled to have Praise ‘07 at the Park. We are taking our church services to the park in an effort to reach out to the community. If they are unable to come to us, then we will come to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a glimpse of what God can do with our efforts. It doesn’t have to just be another service, but it could be a day that all the angels in heaven rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://inhistime.wordpress.com/2007/08/20/god-blew-our-minds/"&gt;http://inhistime.wordpress.com/2007/08/20/god-blew-our-minds/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-7344299036507961038?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7344299036507961038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=7344299036507961038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7344299036507961038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7344299036507961038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/08/praise-07-at-park.html' title='Praise &apos;07 at the Park'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-8566602398746654025</id><published>2007-08-30T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T06:35:56.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>Today is Anthony's first day back to school. Until Sunday, I was not ready for him to go back to school. I truly enjoyed our summer time together and wasn't ready to end. Come Monday, he practically talked my ear off. That's when I realized, even if I am not ready, he definitely is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today we are off to meet his first grade teacher, Mrs. Jennings. As every mother probably is when their kids go off, I have a mix of emotions. Anxiousness, nervousness, excitement are all rolled up into me right now. A part of me wants the time to stop and the other part wants to jump until the end of the day so that I can find out how school went for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BABY IS GROWING UP! &amp;amp; FAST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-8566602398746654025?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/8566602398746654025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=8566602398746654025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/8566602398746654025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/8566602398746654025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-4895300405835518400</id><published>2007-08-28T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:36:45.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Googled</title><content type='html'>Today, I found the nerve to Google myself. I hear people everywhere talking about they are going to Google someone or they've been Googled, but I never had the urge to check on myself. It was kind of eerie to see my name pop up. Eerie and exciting at the same time. I found people with my first name and one person with my same exact first and middle name. Who would have thought! My name is no where near common. Fortunately, there weren't too many people who shared my name. I take pleasure in having a unique name. Especially since I was named after my dad, or at least he said I was named after him. Something to think about, hmmm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-4895300405835518400?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4895300405835518400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=4895300405835518400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/4895300405835518400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/4895300405835518400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/08/googled.html' title='Googled'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-3645269752329952796</id><published>2007-08-27T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T09:27:41.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.R.I.D.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night we had some Back-2-School teachings from Bro Art and Bro Frank. It was great. Bro Frank read over some startling statistics that was quite compelling. Bro Art said that teaching is when knowledge and tools are provided. Preaching is when we are inspired. Well, there was some preaching last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were taught some information on presenting ourselves to those of the world and how our light shines brightly to all, teachers, fellow students, other parents, etc. How we act outside of church directly represents our God. We also were provided some startling statistics that would make you squirm. These statistics alone are a very good reason why we must pray for our children. As parents, we must teach and practice prayer in the home. It’s not just a church thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“YE ARE THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD…” (Matthew 5:14)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we act, directly shows our PRIDE or lack of it. We can PRIDEfully be a bright shining light set on top of a hill or through our embarrassment we can hide our light so that no man can see. When we are embarrassed of our lifestyle, living for God becomes more of a chore than a privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have PRIDE? What does PRIDE mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.R.I.D.E.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer Raises It’s Demands Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Prayerfully Releasing the Inflicted with Daily Expectancy&lt;br /&gt;Providing Restoration In Daily Expectancy&lt;br /&gt;Prayerfully Restoring Individuals with Daily Expectancy&lt;br /&gt;Power Restoration Infilling Deliverance Expectancy (through the Power of the Holy Ghost, there is restoration through the infilling and deliverance through our expectancy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there are many more things I could put together, but I would love to see what you could come up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-3645269752329952796?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3645269752329952796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=3645269752329952796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/3645269752329952796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/3645269752329952796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/08/pride.html' title='P.R.I.D.E.'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-7877428615520337246</id><published>2007-08-13T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:26:12.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding a Bike</title><content type='html'>Anthony learned how to ride his bike today without the training wheels. We went out early this morning before the scorching heat and got him started. I was so excited. Even the people at the park we cheering him on. It feels so good to see my child accomplish something new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-7877428615520337246?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7877428615520337246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=7877428615520337246' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7877428615520337246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7877428615520337246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/08/riding-bike.html' title='Riding a Bike'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-5472841100479320531</id><published>2007-07-20T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T21:20:41.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Story</title><content type='html'>Now that I have been unblocked, I thought it would be fun for us to create a story like we did in our elementary days. I will begin and then you can add your sentence (or two). Remember, this is a family blog. The rating is a "Christian G" not the "G" rating that would be put on shows today. Ha! Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TITLE: The Island of Pentecost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in Pentecostal Island, there was a young man who...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-5472841100479320531?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5472841100479320531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=5472841100479320531' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5472841100479320531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5472841100479320531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/07/funny-story.html' title='Funny Story'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-5594542295146429645</id><published>2007-07-20T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T21:16:28.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writers Block</title><content type='html'>I don’t know what to write about. Where does the time go. Why can’t I just think about something to write? What do I write about. I can’t stop because then I will stop thinking and I won’t have anything to blog. Blog? What is in a blog? Remember in the old days when we were instructed to write without picking up a pencil. Then creative thinking would come. What are we instructed to do today? Are we to write on our laptops and computers without adding spaces? Are we to write nonstop until something comes to mind? I would assume so. Writers block. What an awful thing. Actually this is kind of funny to me. I haven’t sat down to do creative writing in a long time and this is getting to be kind of fun. Fun, what is fun? How do we have fun? I certainly wouldn’t have thought about doing this for fun. But it actually is. I can’t stop asking myself questions. What do I do with this writers block? I may never shut up. What do you do when you have writers block? This is what you get from a woman who loves numbers and not words. I guess I should have paid better attention in English and grammar. I probably would have more to say. LOL. Now I can’t stop laughing while I am sitting here on my living room floor. Do you have writers block? Maybe communication block. Maybe artist block or readers block. What do you do when you are all blocked and can’t seem to get unblocked? I can tell you what to do. Just do it. LOL. See, now I had a whole lot to say. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-5594542295146429645?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5594542295146429645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=5594542295146429645' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5594542295146429645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5594542295146429645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/07/writers-block.html' title='Writers Block'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-5807070326053939828</id><published>2007-07-09T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:51:15.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have FAITH</title><content type='html'>Mark 11:22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jesus answering saith unto them, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have faith in God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-5807070326053939828?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5807070326053939828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=5807070326053939828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5807070326053939828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5807070326053939828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/07/have-faith.html' title='Have FAITH'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-7679710700797556208</id><published>2007-06-27T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T13:33:22.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the Old. In with the New.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;2 Corinthians 5:17 (KJV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-7679710700797556208?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7679710700797556208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=7679710700797556208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7679710700797556208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7679710700797556208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/06/out-with-old-in-with-new.html' title='Out with the Old. In with the New.'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-7637420100338564034</id><published>2007-06-21T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T21:48:59.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Presence of the Lord</title><content type='html'>How can you deny God when you see something like &lt;a href="http://teamo-island.blogspot.com/2007/06/alpha-omega.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-7637420100338564034?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7637420100338564034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=7637420100338564034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7637420100338564034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7637420100338564034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/06/presence-of-lord_21.html' title='The Presence of the Lord'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-5052210147608305179</id><published>2007-06-12T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T13:52:10.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is Always a Blessing on the Other Side of Obedience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Recently, I have received a few offers to work elsewhere and make more money with more desirable perks and benefits. But my spirit was ill at ease with the thought of pursuing those options. I knew it was not the will of God and I would be disobedient to even explore such options. I wanted it bad, real bad. And although my flesh was saying that I wouldn’t hurt to just see what they have to offer, my spirit whipped out the red light and siren, and screamed out “Holt. Do not go there!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, it has been hard for me to sit back and wait out this wave. Things have not been good and there have been times that I am shattered in my heart from the constant lashing that seems to go on. My flesh is bruised, beaten and stripped. Pride, what pride? Humbleness has come out of humility and oh how that hurts. IT DOESN’T FEEL GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And Samuel said, Hath the LORD as great delight in burnt offerings and sacrifices, as in obeying the voice of the LORD? Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice…“ (1 Samuel 15:22). To sacrifice means the surrender or destruction of something prized or desirable for the sake of something considered as having a higher or more pressing claim (dictionary.com). To obey means to comply with or follow (a command, restriction, wish, instruction, etc.) (dictionary.com). My flesh was not happy because I had to surrender or give up something. I had to surrender a higher salary. I had to surrender some of my pride. I had to surrender prized and desirable things, which my mind calculated out to “defeat”. Although my spirit was obeying or following the will of God, my flesh was feeling defeated. I had to surrender my desire in order to follow (another icky word in our vocabulary) Another’s desire. This goes against the grain of our (humanly) well being. After all, it is the “It’s all about me” era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh, what a friend we have in Jesus! Now this is where Jesus is so good. In all of my surrendering, it never occurred to me that I have been accumulating towards God’s blessings. There is always a blessing on the other side of obedience! God will not punish us for our obedience, but He may punish us for our sacrifice (Check out the story of Cain and Abel). YOU CAN’T GO WRONG WHEN YOU OBEY GOD. God is not going to turn His back on us and say “You shouldn’t have listened to me, stupid”. He does not play games. There are blessings in obedience, multiple blessings! When we obey God, he is happy with us; when He is happy with us, we are happy. When we obey God, we receive His favor; we are directly dialed into The Blessing Line. When we obey God, we are protected and secured; no weapon formed against us can prevail. Plus when we obey God, we are helping others; “For as by one man's disobedience many were made sinners, so by the obedience of one shall many be made righteous.” (Romans 5:19 KJV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I can’t even put into words what this makes me feel. I couldn’t do this feeling justice. What I will say is this, I surrender! There is something better waiting for me behind door #2, OBEDIENCE. Where there is obedience, there is favor. Where there is favor, there is God. Where God is, is where I want to be. Where I want to be is in heaven. There is a higher claim and a higher name! His name is &lt;strong&gt;JESUS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-5052210147608305179?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5052210147608305179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=5052210147608305179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5052210147608305179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5052210147608305179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/06/there-is-always-blessing-on-other-side.html' title='There is Always a Blessing on the Other Side of Obedience'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-5085139406600739042</id><published>2007-06-04T23:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:32:47.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out-of-Shape</title><content type='html'>Wow! Signs From Above had practice tonight. I am not ashamed to say that I practice on a regular basis but still take more breaks than these young ladies. I have a decade (whoa! that makes me sound old) or more over them, but I am holding my ground. At least until Sgt. Ariel got to me. She showed me this exercise called "36" and I began to feel 36 after I did only half of one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand. Ladies, how is it that we can work all day and be so out of shape? I mean, I go to work, I come home, make dinner (this is a random affair in my household), go to the store, go home, clean here, clean there, do dishes, help kids with homework, get ready for the next day, go go go. We are always going, but our bodies haven't caught up with the lingo yet. All the stuff we do, should at least be considered extra credit! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-5085139406600739042?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5085139406600739042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=5085139406600739042' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5085139406600739042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5085139406600739042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/06/out-of-shape.html' title='Out-of-Shape'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-375044382148544488</id><published>2007-06-03T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T21:52:55.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Play Chicken with God</title><content type='html'>Have you ever played the game of &lt;em&gt;Chicken&lt;/em&gt;? You know, the game where you test your "courage" by playing some crazy dangerous game against someone else. Whomever backs out of the challenge first is considered a chicken. I am sure there is a better way of explaining this game and I am also sure the you probably know what I am talking about. Most people play these games as juveniles, some continue on well past their adolescence. As much as we'd like to think that we don't play it anymore, I'd like to pose this question to you, have you recently played &lt;em&gt;Chicken&lt;/em&gt; with God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, "just a little bit more and I will stop". "Well, it can wait until tomorrow". "Really, tomorrow I will change". "I have plenty of time to ask for forgiveness, today is just not that day". This does not have to apply to what we think are "big sins", this can as easily be applied to what could be considered "small sins". Although all sins are viewed as the same in God's eyes, "Big sins" start somewhere. And just remember, the "bigger" our sins tend to get, the less of a sin the "small" ones seem to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there are things I am guilty of. And no, I am not going to share. =) However, I do want to say that playing &lt;em&gt;Chicken&lt;/em&gt; with God is useless because He &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; wins. Whether you decide that you are never backing down or that you will just back down for &lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt;,  YOU LOSE. God has the last call. After all, He is The Judge and has the final call on our eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, be a wise man, not a fool. Don't go playing &lt;em&gt;Chicken&lt;/em&gt; with God. As Mr. T use to say, "I pity the fool!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-375044382148544488?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/375044382148544488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=375044382148544488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/375044382148544488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/375044382148544488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-play-chicken-with-god.html' title='Don&apos;t Play Chicken with God'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-5168591047702977451</id><published>2007-06-02T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T22:59:33.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fire of the Holy Ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RmJVcPuo8mI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1B3DOafW5rk/s1600-h/Wild+Fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071710074119451234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RmJVcPuo8mI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1B3DOafW5rk/s400/Wild+Fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is amazing. His power and glory are unfathomable. His favor and mercy are unexplainable and his Love is enduring. While the Fire of His Holy Ghost sweeps over us and consumes us, He fills us with such joy and excitement. The bacteria of fear, sickness, troubled minds, financial downfalls, "&lt;u&gt;   &lt;/u&gt;" (you fill in the blank) are burned down by the fire of the Holy Ghost and replaced with "Power, and of love, and of a sound mind" (2 Timothy 1:7). It is dumbfounding to me how in such an &lt;a href="http://www.markpryor.org/journey/?p=800"&gt;uncontainable and uncontrollable God&lt;/a&gt;, we find such peace and order and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-5168591047702977451?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5168591047702977451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=5168591047702977451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5168591047702977451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5168591047702977451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/06/fire-of-holy-ghost.html' title='The Fire of the Holy Ghost'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RmJVcPuo8mI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1B3DOafW5rk/s72-c/Wild+Fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-8058264378920763925</id><published>2007-05-27T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T08:12:50.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tweny-eight (28)!</title><content type='html'>I have joyfully been 28 for two days. Yeah! Although I am one year older, I feel more alive now than I have in past years. Oh...the joys of getting older (not old, just older! LOL!). Growing up, my dad always made a big deal out of birthdays. Since we have experienced the saying "tomorrow is not guaranteed", having another birthday for me is another accomplishment and most importantly another blessing. I am blessed. I have lived 28 years and I'm looking forward to 29. Thanks all for your birthday calls, kisses and (ooh-yeah) gifts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-8058264378920763925?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/8058264378920763925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=8058264378920763925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/8058264378920763925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/8058264378920763925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-tweny-eight-28.html' title='I&apos;m tweny-eight (28)!'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-6609361644083114389</id><published>2007-05-21T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:03:59.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>InDanger'd Species</title><content type='html'>Anthony brought home a sticker from Sunday school that said "Prayer Works". When I asked him to tell me how prayer has worked in his life, one of his answers was that it helps him not to become an endangered species. I laughed at first but thought 'tis true. We are an endangered species without prayer. Just like our schools are endangered with the removal of "God" from the atmosphere. What sense of order do we have without prayer? I can speak for myself, I have NONE. Without prayer Anthony and myself are both "in danger". &lt;strong&gt;In danger&lt;/strong&gt; of not being in the will of God. &lt;strong&gt;In danger&lt;/strong&gt; of not following the direction of God. &lt;strong&gt;In danger&lt;/strong&gt; of falling into the hands of the prey and being devoured by the jaws of life. Anthony was absolutely correct, prayer helps us not to become and &lt;strong&gt;InDanger'd Species&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-6609361644083114389?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6609361644083114389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=6609361644083114389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6609361644083114389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6609361644083114389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/05/indangerd-species.html' title='InDanger&apos;d Species'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-5193021682484834475</id><published>2007-05-14T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T22:44:23.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I remember the times when I was young and could talk for hours on the phone. I still can, but life doesn't permit such leisure at times. I can remember in high school how I use to see my friend Jessie everyday in class, we'd have lunch together and then call each other every night and talk for hours. When people would ask how we would find so much to talk about, I would say "Everyday brings something new. There is always something to talk about. This is a benefit of having a friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I said that when I was ~14 years old, I still agree with that today. There are times when I get off the phone with a friend and I have a Kool-Aid smile and just feel good. I think about what was discussed during our conversation and realize that I did nothing I set out to accomplish, but I surely felt good doing it. There are times when I just needed a friend. I didn't need to talk, just the unspoken words of strength and understanding. Friends are priceless.  Priceless indeed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-5193021682484834475?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5193021682484834475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=5193021682484834475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5193021682484834475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5193021682484834475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/05/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-8672952586428358277</id><published>2007-05-14T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T22:16:17.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Priscilla!</title><content type='html'>I have to give a shout out to the newest member of SFA (Signs from Above). She has officially become a teenager today, the big &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We had cupcakes to celebrate. I made the cupcakes and only messed up 5 of them. Unknowingly (such a Philana moment) I put the candles in the ones that came right out of the oven and melted the candle wax right in the cupcake. They were still edible after we dug out the wax. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday Priscilla! Love YA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-8672952586428358277?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/8672952586428358277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=8672952586428358277' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/8672952586428358277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/8672952586428358277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-priscilla.html' title='Happy Birthday Priscilla!'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-8888919887804827011</id><published>2007-04-28T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T00:05:06.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy BirthDay Alaina!</title><content type='html'>Today, well yesterday, was Alaina's birthday. She turned 21 years old (You are gettin' old girly! LOL). Just kidding! You are young yet with many years of youth ahead of you. Trust me, the years only get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALAINA!&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/23538201-8888919887804827011?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/8888919887804827011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=8888919887804827011' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/8888919887804827011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/8888919887804827011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-alaina.html' title='Happy BirthDay Alaina!'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-4208628918243669374</id><published>2007-04-12T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T10:44:10.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testimony</title><content type='html'>For Wednesday night services, I normally leave my house early to give myself time to practice a little before service. Yesterday, I left at 6:30 as normal and while en route to church, I realized that I forgot my check book. This posed two problems: 1) We were taking a sacrificial offering in service and I would not be able to participate that night if I didn't have my check book and 2) I would not make it to church early and would possibly be late to our 7:00 prayer meeting if I were to turn around to get the check book. After a few minutes of thought, I decided to turn around and get my check book. I figured that I could cut out practice and if I were to hurry I would make it to service on time since I had allowed myself the additional 15 minutes in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went home, got my check book and headed back to church. As I was on my way I came across an accident. This accident took place in pretty much the exact area that I would have been had I not turned around. Instantly, I knew once I passed that scene that God had saved me from that accident. I thought to myself, not only do I serve an awesome God, but if I had not acted upon my first instinct (which I believe to be the nudging of God), I would have more than likely been the one in that accident. Although, I pray for the women who were involved and pray that everything will turn out all right for the both of them, I am grateful that I listened to God and turned around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-4208628918243669374?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4208628918243669374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=4208628918243669374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/4208628918243669374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/4208628918243669374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/04/testimony.html' title='Testimony'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-5556958848593537843</id><published>2007-04-10T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T23:18:00.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My pastor's wife (a.k.a. The First Lady), had a birthday yesterday as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Sis Pryor!!!&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/23538201-5556958848593537843?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5556958848593537843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=5556958848593537843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5556958848593537843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5556958848593537843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-lady.html' title='The First Lady'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-5626016078128533939</id><published>2007-04-10T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T23:15:01.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthony Had Another B-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/Rhx8VIGDtWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/aa6vY23QySY/s1600-h/Anthony"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052049584394843490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/Rhx8VIGDtWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/aa6vY23QySY/s320/Anthony%27s+B-Day.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, Anthony hit the big "6". He is officially able to ride in a car without a car seat. I woke him up this morning by singing Happy Birthday and making him his favorite breakfast,... cereal. He went to school and had a wonderful day. His teacher even met me at the playground gate to tell me what a wonderful day he had. Glory to God! My sister came out and a few of us went to CEC (chuck-e-cheese) and had a mini b-day celebration. He got some gifts that were on his birthday list, including a Game Cube, Hot Wheels Track and Soccor Ball. He loved it, I loved it, we all loved it. Today was simple and perfect for someone who just turned 6. I am a proud mother of a wonderful 6-year old little boy. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Anthony!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-5626016078128533939?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5626016078128533939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=5626016078128533939' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5626016078128533939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5626016078128533939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/04/anthony-had-another-b-day.html' title='Anthony Had Another B-Day'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/Rhx8VIGDtWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/aa6vY23QySY/s72-c/Anthony%27s+B-Day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-8564902892256194715</id><published>2007-04-03T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T12:42:23.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 121: 1-3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RhKtl6RxqkI/AAAAAAAAADw/lZz2UTJVHIg/s1600-h/Psalm+121_1-3.pg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049288999046326850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RhKtl6RxqkI/AAAAAAAAADw/lZz2UTJVHIg/s400/Psalm+121_1-3.pg1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RhKtrKRxqlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/devpYyqzaxU/s1600-h/Psalm+121_1-3.pg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049289089240640082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RhKtrKRxqlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/devpYyqzaxU/s400/Psalm+121_1-3.pg2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RhKtwqRxqmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hUXC37XVoAY/s1600-h/Psalm+121_1-3.pg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049289183729920610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RhKtwqRxqmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hUXC37XVoAY/s400/Psalm+121_1-3.pg3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-8564902892256194715?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/8564902892256194715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=8564902892256194715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/8564902892256194715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/8564902892256194715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/04/psalm-121-1-3.html' title='Psalm 121: 1-3'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RhKtl6RxqkI/AAAAAAAAADw/lZz2UTJVHIg/s72-c/Psalm+121_1-3.pg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-3019875354854748243</id><published>2007-03-24T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T23:02:55.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such Sweet Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RgYOmXcU91I/AAAAAAAAADk/JK02y941Bco/s1600-h/Tony+&amp;+Kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045736484805867346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RgYOmXcU91I/AAAAAAAAADk/JK02y941Bco/s400/Tony+%26+Kids.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank God for big brothers. I am quite younger than my older brothers, but they have been an important part of my life even though they were pretty much out of the house before I was walking. My oldest brother, Tony, was out here on vacation for a short while and I was reminded of how much I miss him. I credit him and my wonderful sis-in-law, Melinda, with much of how I am today. When I was younger, my brother was like this imaginary hero. I never understood what he did or where he was because he was so much older than me, but I couldn’t wait until he came home. When he finally did come home, I wouldn’t leave his side expect for when I had to go to school. As I grew older and he married, my vacations were spent in his home. His home was my home and he never told me or made me feel otherwise. He took care of me and I can’t express how loved that makes me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you may be able to imagine a little bit of the joy I felt in seeing him after a few years. This visit reminded me of all the reasons why I love my brother and how much I have missed him. Having him for the little while has been a blessing, but I hated to see him go. I love my big brother and thank God for him. I already miss him and can’t wait until next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-3019875354854748243?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3019875354854748243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=3019875354854748243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/3019875354854748243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/3019875354854748243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/03/such-sweet-sorrow.html' title='Such Sweet Sorrow'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RgYOmXcU91I/AAAAAAAAADk/JK02y941Bco/s72-c/Tony+%26+Kids.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-7177790545410609062</id><published>2007-03-15T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T22:53:33.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Portrait Before His Was Famous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RfowA5yWEYI/AAAAAAAAADc/aewZb2h_f9w/s1600-h/031507_22141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RfowA5yWEYI/AAAAAAAAADc/aewZb2h_f9w/s400/031507_22141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042395524864807298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is me in the eyes of Jose Rios. This picture is titled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "A Portrait Before He Was Famous".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-7177790545410609062?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7177790545410609062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=7177790545410609062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7177790545410609062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7177790545410609062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/03/portrait-before-his-was-famous.html' title='A Portrait Before His Was Famous'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RfowA5yWEYI/AAAAAAAAADc/aewZb2h_f9w/s72-c/031507_22141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-8091359371688274094</id><published>2007-03-10T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T09:31:43.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feasting in His Sanctuary</title><content type='html'>Have you ever dined at a restaurant where the food was great but the service was horrible, the restaurant was dirty and the surrounding environment was just unpleasant? Or you may experience wonderful service in a cleanly restaurant with an environment that is quite welcoming, but the food didn’t necessarily meet up to your expectation. Even if the food was excellent, the service and environment would probably deter me from returning. For me a filthy restaurant makes me think of a dirty kitchen which ultimately leads to the thought of dirty food, which I ate. Yuck! But if the food is not up to par, but the service I received was outstanding and the restaurant was pleasant, the chances of my return are very high. The food doesn’t seem to be as bad when the service is excellent. Well, I guess we can’t always have our cake and eat it too. This is definitely true in my case because my cake may explode prior to being edible. Anywho, with whatever scenario I face, my expectation is curved to one side or other, it is normally a deciding factor in whether I will return for another dining experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dining with God works the same way. What you first encounter curves your expectation for the next visit. Everything around you serves as a deciding factor on whether your dinner experience is worth a return. The friendliness of your waitress(es) (the Church Greeter and Church Family), the cleanliness of the facility (the Church), the calming pleasant environment (pre-service prayer), the appetizer (the Worship Service) the main course (the Sermon), and what we all look forward to, the desert (the Alter Call) are all contributing factors in a guest experience. I have been to restaurants where I just loved, loved, loved the food and service. And because of the wonderful first encounter, I have forgiven a bad food selection or mediocre service I may have received at a future visit because I know what they can provide and maybe they are having an off day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why it is so important that the saints of the church seek the face of God in every service and serve a feast at dinner time. What we dish out, is what our guest will reel in. As excellently put by Tommy Tenney, “When people get just a little touch of God mixed with a lot of something that is not God, it inoculates them against the real thing. Once they’ve been ‘inoculated’ by a crumb of God’s presence, then when we say ‘God really is here’; they say ‘No. I’ve been there, done that, I bought the T-shirt, and I didn’t find Him; it really didn’t work for me’” I don’t want my guest eating tuna when they can have escargot. I don’t want them to have day-old bread when they can heave a loaf fresh from the oven. I want them to have Jesus and what I do contributes to how much of Jesus they will have. What I do will answer the question, are they feasting or snacking on Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was blessed to be able to attend our Western District Ladies conference. This is my favorite conference every year. I look forward to my soul being fed by the services as well as the fellowship. And each year, I wonder how they are going to outdo the last and each year they have not failed me. They outdo the last. Although the theme of this conference was “Into His Sanctuary”, it could have been easily called “Feasting in His Sanctuary”. We feasted on the presence of God. We experienced Him and served our guest with caviar and escargot. We served the thousand dollar plates on a twenty dollar budget. It was awesome! Friday night was one of those services where we really couldn’t get any teaching because God was teaching us how to feast on Him. We created an atmosphere that welcomed God and we didn’t reject Him when He showed up. Although we don’t bask in the glory of God for anyone but God, it was our basking that helped the lost be saved, the bound to be delivered, the sick to be healed, and the weak to be made strong. It was our feasting in the Sanctuary that helped others walk into the Sanctuary. Hallelujah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really know how to end this blog because I got myself all pumped up. I will say this, as best said by Tommy Tenney, “If God’s glory can’t flow through the aisles of the church because of seducing spirits and manipulating men, then God will have to turn somewhere else…” I don’t want God to pass me up. I don’t want Him to pass up my family, friends, coworkers, etc. I want all to come and Feast in the Presence of God. It does start with me. As long as I do what I can, God will do the rest. I create the atmosphere; God will enter it and do His marvelous work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-8091359371688274094?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/8091359371688274094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=8091359371688274094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/8091359371688274094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/8091359371688274094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/03/feasting-in-his-sanctuary.html' title='Feasting in His Sanctuary'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-6355452742345060270</id><published>2007-03-08T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:20:34.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXCELLENT quote</title><content type='html'>"Listen, my friend. God doesn't care about your music, your midget steeples, and your flesh-impressive buildings. Your church carpet doesn't impress Him-He carpets the fields. God doesn't really care about anything you can "do" for Him; He only cares about your answer to one question: "&lt;em&gt;Do you want Me?&lt;/em&gt;" - Tommy Tenney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-6355452742345060270?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6355452742345060270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=6355452742345060270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6355452742345060270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6355452742345060270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/03/excellent-quote.html' title='EXCELLENT quote'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-2077411111764469842</id><published>2007-03-08T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:08:56.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Quote</title><content type='html'>"The only way of finding the limits of the possible is by going beyond them into the impossible." - Arthur C. Clarke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-2077411111764469842?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2077411111764469842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=2077411111764469842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/2077411111764469842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/2077411111764469842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-quote.html' title='Good Quote'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-6543860605146888362</id><published>2007-02-19T21:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T21:48:07.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Hugged U OC!</title><content type='html'>This Valentine's Day was the best Valentines I have had in a long while. As a single parent there is one thing that can make you lonely, Valentine's Day. Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, 4th of July are normally spent with family, but this is one occasion where a third person (or maybe 2) is literally a fifth wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this Valentine's Day instead of dwelling on what I didn't have or what I wasn't involved in, I was truly blessed to be involved in God's wonderful work, OUTREACH. A few of us single moms, went out and Hugged OC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this outreach is a year round effort (and quite fun at that), we took this Valentine's Day Serving Those Who Serve Us. We went out and gave some HugOC Cards with chocolates attached and reached out to employees at Starbucks, Taco Bell, QueenBee Chinese, Popeye's Chicken and even Subway. You can find the photos on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/page2/"&gt;My AWESOME Church's&lt;/a&gt; flick'r web site. I even found a 6'7" man with hair that probably made him 7'0". WOW! I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RdqJ01Xp4uI/AAAAAAAAAC0/r2ob2MZgF_8/s1600-h/HugOC-Big+Guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033487074312446690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RdqJ01Xp4uI/AAAAAAAAAC0/r2ob2MZgF_8/s400/HugOC-Big+Guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Unfortunately, we barely touched OC in the couple of hours we were out. &lt;strong&gt;Fortunately&lt;/strong&gt;, this is only the beginning. There is so much more to do. So many more lives to touch and what a way to do it! &lt;strong&gt;Thank you Sis Rebecca and Sis Patty (Brianna and Monce too!) for your wonderful help. I look forward to what we will accomplish this year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you don't live in OC, here is a HUG for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RdqKHlXp4vI/AAAAAAAAAC8/a508UiRcRqk/s1600-h/HugOC+Card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033487396434993906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RdqKHlXp4vI/AAAAAAAAAC8/a508UiRcRqk/s400/HugOC+Card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-6543860605146888362?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6543860605146888362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=6543860605146888362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6543860605146888362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6543860605146888362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-hugged-u-oc_19.html' title='We Hugged U OC!'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RdqJ01Xp4uI/AAAAAAAAAC0/r2ob2MZgF_8/s72-c/HugOC-Big+Guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-6869887270189473576</id><published>2007-02-06T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:03:14.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potato Heaven</title><content type='html'>Dear Bloggerians,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,...I am not sure how to start this blog off. I wanted to provide an update of my past week, but there is nothing quite as interesting as what I am about to write. There is no easy way to say this, but...I blew up a potato on Sunday night. Yes! I did it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you didn't think it was possible, I can always show you that it is. See my pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RclqGQw-oRI/AAAAAAAAACo/wlkD2SW7Fz0/s1600-h/Potato+Heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028667114748027154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RclqGQw-oRI/AAAAAAAAACo/wlkD2SW7Fz0/s400/Potato+Heaven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The inside of the potato came out of the skin, blew up into tiny little pieces with one remaining ball of potato left. This is what you get when you don't know how to cook. Yes, I should start a blog all on my kitchen adventures because every time that I enter the kitchen you never know what you're gonna get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I have become somewhat of an expert on explosive kitchen cooking, I must tell all of you this. TEACH YOUR KIDS while you can! DON'T LET THEM BE LIKE ME! I have blown up a donut, a potato, and what you don't know, I have blown up some eggs as well (the eggs happened when I was younger. I guess bad habits are hard to break). LOL!!! I have burned potpourri, baby bottles, cookies, fried chicken and I have even burned someone else's fried chicken. I've even made fireworks in Sis Terry's kitchen...Have you ever heard of hot oil and water?!? LOL =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe it or not, I am getting better. I am still loving this whole kitchen thing and I am still going strong. The only thing is that I have to find a more efficient was of cleaning up. At least this time, I found a more efficient way of blowing things up. This time I kept it to a confined space, the oven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kitchen Terrorist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Sis Reina thinks I should take some first aid classes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-6869887270189473576?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6869887270189473576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=6869887270189473576' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6869887270189473576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6869887270189473576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/02/potato-heaven.html' title='Potato Heaven'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RclqGQw-oRI/AAAAAAAAACo/wlkD2SW7Fz0/s72-c/Potato+Heaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-327507645422985321</id><published>2007-01-31T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T00:30:31.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many People Does it Take to Make Banana Pudding?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Apparently, it takes 3.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tonight, I was determined to make banana pudding and I told myself that I would not stop until I got it right. The custard was perfect, the bananas were cut just right and the nilla wafers were yum!yum! and waiting to go. When I got to the fluffy topping, that was another story. Sis Beka and Don took the first swing at it. An hour later, no fluffy white topping, but they got a good work out. I took the second swing, and another hour later, it was mostly fluffy white topping. And I got a work out. (See my hand muscles in the pic below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RcBR0A4rQZI/AAAAAAAAACM/LPonS_EwEaM/s1600-h/Banana+Pudding+Failure.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026107138178236818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RcBR0A4rQZI/AAAAAAAAACM/LPonS_EwEaM/s320/Banana+Pudding+Failure.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a lot of work and many good laughs, it was a wonderful sight to see the beautiful banana pudding coming out of the oven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RcBSWA4rQaI/AAAAAAAAACU/gXIv6REdDXs/s1600-h/Banana+Pudding+Success.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026107722293789090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RcBSWA4rQaI/AAAAAAAAACU/gXIv6REdDXs/s320/Banana+Pudding+Success.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sis Beka and Don thanks for your help. Since preparation time took about 3 hours (about 2 1/2 hours longer than I expected) and you had to go before you could get a taste, I will bring you some to church tonight. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm loving this whole cooking thing. Its great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-327507645422985321?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/327507645422985321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=327507645422985321' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/327507645422985321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/327507645422985321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-many-people-does-it-take-to-make.html' title='How Many People Does it Take to Make Banana Pudding?'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RcBR0A4rQZI/AAAAAAAAACM/LPonS_EwEaM/s72-c/Banana+Pudding+Failure.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-4359089472125795831</id><published>2007-01-30T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:11:23.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OC Traffic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have one hour to go before I become a "car potato" on the 91 freeway. It is hard to imagine or even understand how I commuted a 1 1/2 hour (one-way) drive for so many years. But now I am more clearly understanding why road rage is a commonly used word in our OC vocabulary. =) Here is a glimpse of what I will enter once I leave work today. YIKES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/Rb_d-g4rQXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vXyrunTltnQ/s1600-h/OC+Traffic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025979775218041202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/Rb_d-g4rQXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vXyrunTltnQ/s400/OC+Traffic.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-4359089472125795831?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4359089472125795831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=4359089472125795831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/4359089472125795831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/4359089472125795831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/01/oc-traffic.html' title='OC Traffic'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/Rb_d-g4rQXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vXyrunTltnQ/s72-c/OC+Traffic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-6815947731278379003</id><published>2007-01-29T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:39:03.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I Came From?...</title><content type='html'>I'm no sure what's up with me this month. I can say that I am tired, but I think I have crossed over from the side of fatigue to the side of "you've got to be kidding me". How can I say this easily...I turned the whites pink! This was a first for me, so I am still in shock. I was able to rewash and get the pink out of most of the items, but one shirt is quite stubborn and will not go back to white. I share this on my blog because I want to be able to refer back to this day when I am reminiscing with my kids. I want to be able to say that I worked hard to get where I am, just go on my blog and see where I came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been gracious enough to allow me to make these mistakes early on in life. Sometimes you have to make a mistake before you can understand the lesson. Then...you pick yourself up and try again. Ingenuity comes from trial and error. There is no point in trying to advance if you are not allowed to make a mistake. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-6815947731278379003?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6815947731278379003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=6815947731278379003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6815947731278379003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6815947731278379003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/01/where-i-came-from.html' title='Where I Came From?...'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-1949705072644422432</id><published>2007-01-29T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:23:58.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthony at Ice Skating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/Rb7WMw4rQWI/AAAAAAAAABs/aCcPuTuIb08/s1600-h/Anthony-Ice+Skating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025689748961444194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/Rb7WMw4rQWI/AAAAAAAAABs/aCcPuTuIb08/s400/Anthony-Ice+Skating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-1949705072644422432?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1949705072644422432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=1949705072644422432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/1949705072644422432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/1949705072644422432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/01/anthony-at-ice-skating.html' title='Anthony at Ice Skating'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/Rb7WMw4rQWI/AAAAAAAAABs/aCcPuTuIb08/s72-c/Anthony-Ice+Skating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-1627430652505151785</id><published>2007-01-23T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:14:39.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Okay"</title><content type='html'>God is good. There has been a situation at work in which it's disasterous path has followed me for months. This project I inherited was in the burning building phase from day one and has needed more correcting than building. Well, I must say that although failure was the intent, the devil has failed because God has won yet another victory. I have prayed, I have fasted for God's guidance for this day because a situation arose (yet again) that could have had a huge impact on our business, new business at that. Although I had a plan, I knew it wouldn't be right until God said it was time to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when He said go, I went. I hate to cut a long story short, but in reality, God did just that. He cut the problem down. I presented my solution to my regulator and the response was "okay". There has been nothing but opposition and gaps throughout this entire project. So, to receive a simple "okay" would have been quite shocking, if I hadn't known the Miracle Worker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-1627430652505151785?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1627430652505151785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=1627430652505151785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/1627430652505151785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/1627430652505151785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay.html' title='&quot;Okay&quot;'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-7441899609073187697</id><published>2007-01-20T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T22:53:00.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Night - January '07</title><content type='html'>Just now calming down from our first family night. I had an incredible time with everyone who attended. Thanks to Bro. Allard's tip on tightening the shoelaces at the tip of the skate, I didn't fall once and I actually skated with ease. (I only had one scare this time, but I prevailed!) Anthony loved it and by the time our session was ending,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;couldn't get him off the ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was "da bomb" way of starting out the new year and I am looking forward to our next family night with &lt;em&gt;My AWESOME Church&lt;/em&gt;, the Pentecostals of OC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-7441899609073187697?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7441899609073187697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=7441899609073187697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7441899609073187697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7441899609073187697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/01/family-night-january-07.html' title='Family Night - January &apos;07'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-5874811189807659728</id><published>2007-01-18T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T21:47:08.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indulge in Reminiscence</title><content type='html'>SJ (Sean Jamal, my 3-day old nephew) marked the 6th grandchild for my parents. Although my mother passed before she had the opportunity to see any of them, I get excited over how proud she would be. SJ’s arrival has brought about opportunities for old family friends to get together and reminisce about the good ol’ times growing up. As we were sitting around at his baby shower, I heard stories of my mother that I had never heard before. And without fail, it tied in with church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was only 5 when my mother passed away, I do not have many memories of my mother. The ones I do have, I cherish dearly. Over half of my memories involve church. I remember moving from our "little" church to our "new" church. I remember the side of the church our family sat on and how my Mom or Dad would give us pepermint candy during the service. I remember taking my crayons and coloring which would eventually end up in me falling asleep on the pew. I remember seeing my mother on the piano playing as the church would worship. I remember never wanting to go to Sunday school because I would have to participate in the teaching, but my parents would always make me. I remember that every birthday party was filled with the kids from the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a blessing to be able to help create such memories for our children. To be able to indulge in our past instead of having fear of it is a gift we can give to our children. There are circumstances that are out of our hands, but there are circumstances that are not. Implanting the love of God and His church in us was a choice my mother decided to control. Although we did not attend church after her death, the love she implanted for God was embedded in me and could not be forgotten. And what can I say, here I am today. I have become the young lady she was raising me up to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with the arrival of my nephew, I am not only overjoyed because of him, but because my sister was blessed again to be able to implant the same love as our mother implanted in us. And now I can Indulge in Reminiscence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-5874811189807659728?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5874811189807659728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=5874811189807659728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5874811189807659728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5874811189807659728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/01/indulge-in-reminiscence.html' title='Indulge in Reminiscence'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-3745910971309695442</id><published>2007-01-15T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:03:35.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Madison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RaxqeNGScyI/AAAAAAAAABg/_ty2Ue2FA4c/s1600-h/Baby+Madison_1.15.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020504751755916066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RaxqeNGScyI/AAAAAAAAABg/_ty2Ue2FA4c/s400/Baby+Madison_1.15.07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby Madison was born this afternoon. He weighed 6lbs 8 1/2 oz and was 18 1/2 inches long. The delivery went well and my sister's doctor was wonderful. Although my sister and her husband had originally decided on Mason, he currently goes without a name. Daddy is torn between making him a Jr. or keeping the name as they had decided. Either way, he definitely has found a place in all of our hearts. Thank you all who prayed for my sister and her family. It went well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-3745910971309695442?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3745910971309695442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=3745910971309695442' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/3745910971309695442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/3745910971309695442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/01/baby-madison.html' title='Baby Madison'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RaxqeNGScyI/AAAAAAAAABg/_ty2Ue2FA4c/s72-c/Baby+Madison_1.15.07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-4926778522966304629</id><published>2007-01-13T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T09:09:41.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a BLOG?</title><content type='html'>When I talk about my church, I always mention about the blogs and how guests can go on and learn a little about who we are. But everytime without fail, I am asked "What is a Blog" and everytime I get stuck. I tell them that it is kind of like an online journal that others can read, but I do not have the exact definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what a blog is? Well, according to Dictionary. com a blog is &lt;em&gt;a weblog (web log) or a shared on-line journal where people can post diary entries about their personal experiences and hobbies&lt;/em&gt;. Now when I am asked the question I can give an &lt;em&gt;edumucated&lt;/em&gt; response. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may also see it used in this form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the one I like the most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blogosphere&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;-- (this one comes from my Pastor) =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-4926778522966304629?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4926778522966304629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=4926778522966304629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/4926778522966304629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/4926778522966304629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-is-blog.html' title='What is a BLOG?'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-3721175482780680870</id><published>2007-01-13T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T08:49:37.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week in Reflection</title><content type='html'>This week has been an excitingly eventful week. I have had the opportunity to witness, in person, God's healing hand and I am about to witness, in person, God's hand on new life. In addition to this, I have faced new challenges, which in reality, is new opportunity. I guess what better way to start off 2007 that with an exciting week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on Monday, I will officially gain the title as Titi (aunt) 6x over. My sister has been scheduled for Monday to have my nephw, Mason. As a very proud, and what better word to use, "excited" aunt, I can't help but announce his expected arrival. Today is his baby shower and Monday he will be here to enjoy his new gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep my sister and nephew in your prayers. I am praying for a short and healthy delivery. Also, keep me in your prayers because I will be in the delivery room again. I was in the delivery room with my niece and I wanted to choke the doctor (kids don't do that at home). Not to get into details on why (well, it was mostly because I was in a panic), I walked out of the delivery room one exhausted aunt. Delivery is exhausting for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-3721175482780680870?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3721175482780680870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=3721175482780680870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/3721175482780680870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/3721175482780680870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/01/week-in-reflection.html' title='A Week in Reflection'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-1853808464617541339</id><published>2007-01-08T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T21:44:42.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miracle of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyday that we live, we are living a miracle. We are the creation of God and as I have said before, He loves us so much He created us in His image. "So God created man in His own image, in the image and likeness of God He created him; male and female He created them." Genesis 1:27. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a song that we sing in our church, that goes something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lord I give You my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I give You my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I live for You alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;breathe&lt;/strong&gt; that I take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Every moment I'm awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lord, have Your way in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have been singing this song quite a bit lately and every time that we sing it, I have to stop and thank God for giving me breathe. He gave me life and He gave it to me like He wanted me to have it. I am tall and skinny because God wanted me to be. I imagine Him saying to Himself 'I want this precious daughter of mine to be tall and skinny because...' of some reason I may never know. The air we breathe, the life we have were all given by Him. &lt;em&gt;The&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;sins&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;committed&lt;/em&gt; were washed under &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; blood because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; manifested himself in flesh and died for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on the cross. There is no love like God can give. There is no one greater to love than Him. I can sing that song over and over again and I would feel the same each time. He did it for me because He loves me and He cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are the times when all I can say is "Thank You Jesus!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dedicated to Binh, Tina, Joshua &amp;amp; Jarid Nguyen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-1853808464617541339?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1853808464617541339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=1853808464617541339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/1853808464617541339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/1853808464617541339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/01/miracle-of-life.html' title='The Miracle of Life'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-7258319064285731063</id><published>2007-01-07T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:03:45.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First EDGE Service of '07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight we had our first EDGE service of 2007 and I was truly blessed. With limited number of practices, the praise team did great. Signs From Above, our signing team, did awesome. Thanks Brianna and Ariel for all the hard work you put into it. This is only the beginning so don't get too comfortable. This is what happens when you do such a great job, YOU BECOME IN DEMAND! =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RaMuuIF4kwI/AAAAAAAAABI/hTesgudmDb8/s1600-h/Edge+1.07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017905779801887490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RaMuuIF4kwI/AAAAAAAAABI/hTesgudmDb8/s320/Edge+1.07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really appreciated Bro Frank's message on "What is Weighing You Down". Along with Pastor Pryor's preaching in the morning, I think us Youth Alive have been challenged to cut what is weighing us down and continue breaking down barriers in '07. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RaMvYIF4kxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bRqfKOyp_qU/s1600-h/Bro+Frank-Edge+1.07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017906501356393234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RaMvYIF4kxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bRqfKOyp_qU/s320/Bro+Frank-Edge+1.07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Youth Alive, I believe we are in for an exciting year!&lt;/strong&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/23538201-7258319064285731063?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7258319064285731063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=7258319064285731063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7258319064285731063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7258319064285731063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-edge-service-of-07.html' title='First EDGE Service of &apos;07'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RaMuuIF4kwI/AAAAAAAAABI/hTesgudmDb8/s72-c/Edge+1.07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-940136026876351480</id><published>2007-01-05T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T11:23:04.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen War!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, if you never understood my dislike for cooking and being in the kitchen, I will explain. This morning I blew up the donut. I don't know what I did, I don't how I did it, but I currently have about a 4 foot radius of cooking oil dripping from my kitchen ceiling onto the 6 foot radius of oil that is chillin' on my floor. In addition to "this", I have oil all over my freshly washed dishes, new microwave and brand new Frigidaire. My hair got a deep conditioning and my clothes are the sign of a disaster. Luckily, by the grace of God, I was uninjured. I'm just shook up and oily. As I write this, my son is playing with my oily feet and I desperately need a deep cleansing facial. So before I go in and claim my prize as the worse cook in the world (by cleaning), I just want to reach out and ask if you know how I blew up the donut? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RZ6k04F4kvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/V8rpjZs_HSA/s1600-h/Kitchen+Wars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016628263254528754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RZ6k04F4kvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/V8rpjZs_HSA/s400/Kitchen+Wars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The Donut Assassin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-940136026876351480?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/940136026876351480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=940136026876351480' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/940136026876351480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/940136026876351480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/01/kitchen-war.html' title='Kitchen War!'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RZ6k04F4kvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/V8rpjZs_HSA/s72-c/Kitchen+Wars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-1161126893480417208</id><published>2007-01-04T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:30:23.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EDGE Preparation</title><content type='html'>We are closing in on our first Edge service in the new year. I am really excited about what is in store for this service. My involvement has increased for this Edge versus the previous ones and I feel as if I am in a huge production or a wedding and the showtime is quickly approaching. I thank God that it is for His church that I am scrambling for because in all of my physical exhaustion, my soul is energized and rearing to go. It is a spiritual joy and I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-1161126893480417208?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1161126893480417208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=1161126893480417208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/1161126893480417208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/1161126893480417208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/01/edge-preparation.html' title='EDGE Preparation'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-1303780691101143501</id><published>2007-01-01T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:27:27.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got Skilz (well...I'm getting them)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RZn7EKjlNKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IgQfPvkD2lk/s1600-h/Philana"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015315709025399970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RZn7EKjlNKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IgQfPvkD2lk/s320/Philana%27s+Pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A new day, a new month, a new year. Years ago I would have considered myself old in 2007. Seeing how I am slowly approaching my 30's, this decade would have been an unfortunate circumstance. Can't say that anymore. It's a new day and new things are being learned, new skilz are being aquired and new games are being played. I'm rolling with the big boys now and I am enhancing my skilz on the game board! The SCRABBLE board! Although I am rusty, I brought in the new year with a scrabble bang! I went out of 2006 with a scrabble loss and rolled in 2007 with a scrabble win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/23538201-1303780691101143501?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1303780691101143501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=1303780691101143501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/1303780691101143501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/1303780691101143501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-got-skilz-wellim-getting-them.html' title='I&apos;ve Got Skilz (well...I&apos;m getting them)'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RZn7EKjlNKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IgQfPvkD2lk/s72-c/Philana%27s+Pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-8795022325164516339</id><published>2006-12-30T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T02:23:48.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection: Year "2-Thousand &amp; 6"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It is the end of the year now with only two more days until the New Year. I know that time doesn't change, but the year has sped by with lightening speed. If they [years] keep speeding by like this, before I know it I will be old. Yeah Right! LOL. Any ways, after taking some time to reflect over the past year, I cannot say that my year began good or bad. I can say that with everything I have learned, the year will forever remain unforgettable. There are two things I have learned that I would like to share: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall madly in love with God.&lt;/strong&gt; Each step in our spiritual walk creates a deeper love in our relationship with God. His love for us doesn't change, but our love for Him does. He knows us inside out whereas we learn more and more about Him. Look at your walk with God like a relationship. You meet Him, you date Him (We even get the courting!), you hook up in holy matrimony and spend a lifetime getting to know Him. Guess what ladies? He is the perfect husband. He loves strong. He is passionate about us and our children. He gives us His undivided attention. He is forgiving and merciful. He gives the perfect gifts every time and He is an excellent listener. I would like to say that I've got so much game that I found such a wonderful man, but in all honesty, He found me just like He will find you (if He already hasn't). What can I say, when He found me I couldn't resist! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can never out-give God. Give Him all you've got and give it with joy. Because what He will give back to you could pass any dream you have ever dreamt, any treasure you have ever sought or any goal you have ever set. Dream bigger because that's what He wants for you. Think wider because He didn't put limits to what we can accomplish. Give more because He will give better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;EW Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;EAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-8795022325164516339?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/8795022325164516339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=8795022325164516339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/8795022325164516339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/8795022325164516339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/12/reflection-year-2-thousand-6.html' title='Reflection: Year &quot;2-Thousand &amp; 6&quot;'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-7420088524510620682</id><published>2006-12-21T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T22:45:42.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heartbeat of God</title><content type='html'>God was in the house last night. I once asked myself if we can talk too much about "how powerful" a service is or how many times that "God moved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mightily&lt;/span&gt; in our service". Having come from "the world" into a place that is "not of this world", I didn't really understand how God is everywhere and is always moving. We can't avoid Him and we can't hide from Him. He is here at all times which is why it is not unbelievable to always have a move of God. It is almost like we are swaddled up in a blanket and being carried on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bosom&lt;/span&gt; of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, during our song service (well, during the one song we were able to play since God did move so powerfully), there was a moment when the keyboard was silent, the guitar was silent and it was only the singers and the drummer. To me, it felt like I was hearing the heartbeat of God. With each hit of the drum and the words of the music "You Are Awesome in This Place Mighty God" it was as if the world was still and God "was" moving. He was breathing on us while we were living on Him. Nothing really mattered because we were having life pumped into us as the Holy Spirit ran through our veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the only word I could use to accurately describe the service last night is "powerful". There is nothing more powerful than being next to the heartbeat of God. There is nothing like it. There is comfort next to The Heartbeat. There is assurance next to The Heartbeat. There is peace next to The Heartbeat. There is power next to The Heartbeat and there is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-7420088524510620682?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7420088524510620682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=7420088524510620682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7420088524510620682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7420088524510620682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/12/heartbeat-of-god.html' title='The Heartbeat of God'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-2461712717751560709</id><published>2006-12-18T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:03:51.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RYeOryNXppI/AAAAAAAAAAY/CbmzDjbS1jM/s1600-h/Chrismas+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010129993336333970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RYeOryNXppI/AAAAAAAAAAY/CbmzDjbS1jM/s320/Chrismas+%2705_Nicole,+I+%26+Kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is a pic of my wonderful son Anthony, my beautiful niece Laila and their mommies during Christmas Time in '05.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-2461712717751560709?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2461712717751560709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=2461712717751560709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/2461712717751560709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/2461712717751560709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8h6326_4c/RYeOryNXppI/AAAAAAAAAAY/CbmzDjbS1jM/s72-c/Chrismas+%2705_Nicole,+I+%26+Kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-7838469449796742315</id><published>2006-12-13T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:48:05.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Microwave OverKill</title><content type='html'>You know, there are some days that the clock just won't stop ticking and there are days when it completely stops. Yesterday, as I was warming up my tea (to tackle this sore throat issue I've had for a few days), my microwave died. I couldn't believe it! You never know how dependent you are on technology until you no longer have it. For me, a person who doesn't like to be in the kitchen and doesn't really like to cook but is learning because I one day want to please my future husband with my culinary art skills, could not handle this loss. I wanted to learn some good old fashion cooking, not learn how to do it the old fashion way...by the oven. Call me young, but this is a little too ol' skool for me. I need instant. I need a MICROWAVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-7838469449796742315?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7838469449796742315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=7838469449796742315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7838469449796742315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7838469449796742315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/12/microwave-overkill.html' title='Microwave OverKill'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-2178281392747806370</id><published>2006-12-09T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T22:14:45.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Sister Revealing</title><content type='html'>We had our Secret Sister revealing tonight. I had a wonderful time eating, playing games and determining where my mental state is =). Sister Bernice hooked it up with the cooking and the enchiladas were excellent. Sister Sabrina ended up being my Secret Sister. Thanks to my Secret Sister, I got my very first coffee pot, can of coffee, filters and my very own coffee mug. I guess I am no longer considered a beginner, but I think I have graduated to the intermediate class of coffee drinkers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-2178281392747806370?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2178281392747806370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=2178281392747806370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/2178281392747806370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/2178281392747806370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/12/secret-sister-revealing.html' title='Secret Sister Revealing'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-5034165809937303441</id><published>2006-12-07T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:12:10.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Worth the Risk?</title><content type='html'>I received an article today called &lt;a href="http://biz.yahoo.com/special/allbiz120606_article1.html"&gt;The Changing Workplace&lt;/a&gt;. It talks about the changing culture of workplaces today. I am blogging about this not just because I would love to work for a place like this, but because this concept clearly says RISK. The risk outlined in this article that was taken by Best Buy has helped to keep them at the top of their competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to think about a conversation I had a few days ago about risk. The comment was made that some are more willing to take risk than others. Is it necessarily bad because the risk they took would not have been taken by another? When we see someone take the risk that we would consider stupid or dangerous, could it possibly be that we are afraid of taking risk ourselves? Really, how much risk are we willing to take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a risk taker, but when I was younger I did some pretty stupid things. I was so willing to take the risk that the danger didn't matter. My mind was so captivated by the appeal of the task ahead that risk wasn't even a recognizable word in my vocabulary. Risk was simply seen as just living life. Now, there are some things that I would not do if I would have put some thought into it, but its that dare-devil that I need to reach back and get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;a hold&lt;/span&gt; of. I want to achieve growth, but yet when the growth requires risk, the appeal of achieving that growth kind of fizzles down. How can I ever do better if I never try to see if I can do better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Buy's&lt;/span&gt; case, the risk was worth it. When it means millions of dollars, or rather millions of souls, is it worth the risk?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-5034165809937303441?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5034165809937303441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=5034165809937303441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5034165809937303441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5034165809937303441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-it-worth-risk.html' title='Is it Worth the Risk?'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-743618878266313512</id><published>2006-12-06T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T23:04:23.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Cards</title><content type='html'>We distributed most of Anthony's fundraiser items to the rightful owners today. Anthony wrote out some thank you cards (with the help of mommy) and attached them with the items. Even though the words were not quite ledgible on two of the cards and he wrote his name on the front of the other card instead of in the inside, it was still perfect. There is so much power in a thank you, especially from a loveable young man like my son. It was a blessing to see the smiles on the faces of the receivers. Sometimes, just a simple thank you is enough to brighten the day and the return smile is an awesome "You're Welcome."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-743618878266313512?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/743618878266313512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=743618878266313512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/743618878266313512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/743618878266313512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/12/thank-you-cards.html' title='Thank You Cards'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-6880651302619800390</id><published>2006-12-05T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:13:53.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rat Alert</title><content type='html'>Okay, I could make this the official home of the "I hate rats" club. I was sitting down all ready to blog just as I heard running on the roof and then clawing on the side of the house. Talk about losing all concentration. I can't even tell you what I was about to write because my hair is too busy sticking up on my arms. I pray that it was a cat because I cannot handle the rats anymore. Yuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-6880651302619800390?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6880651302619800390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=6880651302619800390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6880651302619800390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6880651302619800390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/12/rat-alert.html' title='Rat Alert'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-3055126476163706892</id><published>2006-12-01T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T20:23:36.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I In-Love?</title><content type='html'>I read this blog today, &lt;a href="http://ginaboyett.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-i-think-god-is-amazing.html"&gt;Why I Think God is Amazing&lt;/a&gt;, and couldn’t help but question, am I in love with God? Can you really fall in love with God? There have been times when I think of God more as a parent than as a partner. Yet, there have been times when I think of Him as my soul mate instead of an elder. Although, I fear Him, I love Him and there are days when I lose my breath thinking about life without Him. There were times when I would get upset with Him (unrightfully so), but every time that I would ask for forgiveness, He forgave me. I had tried hard to make this relationship work only to find out that 100% of the time it was my fault. LOL. Past my immediate family, I have never fallen in love before because all I experienced was infatuation (took some aging to realize this). I don’t know what love feels like. But I get butterflies in my stomach thinking about Him, my heart skips a beat when I seek Him, and I can’t help but smile when I’m near Him. It makes me wonder, have I fallen in love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-3055126476163706892?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3055126476163706892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=3055126476163706892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/3055126476163706892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/3055126476163706892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/12/am-i-in-love.html' title='Am I In-Love?'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-7318039196099835929</id><published>2006-11-27T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T21:11:55.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got the VICTORY!</title><content type='html'>Today, I have had such a wonderful day. I can’t say that my hardships have changed, but something in me just wants to scream and shout "I’ve Got the VICTORY!" You know when you feel the tingling sensation all over and your stomach has butterflies. Or when you just want to run throughout the house and jump all around. That’s what I feel. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, I didn’t receive a large sum of money and I have not witnessed someone turning their life over to God today. But, I feel like the Extraordinary is sitting in my living room, that I just received a pot of gold and I just witnessed an infilling of the Holy Ghost. In the words of my favorite cereal character, Lucky Charms, I would have to say that today was magically delicious…or rather, &lt;em&gt;spiritually&lt;/em&gt; delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-7318039196099835929?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7318039196099835929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=7318039196099835929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7318039196099835929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7318039196099835929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-got-victory.html' title='I&apos;ve Got the VICTORY!'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-5804398612187296246</id><published>2006-11-26T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T10:34:07.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snoopy on Ice</title><content type='html'>Last night we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Knott's&lt;/span&gt; Berry Farm to see Snoopy on ice in "Snoopy's Cool Christmas". The story line was about the Snoopy Gang finding out the true meaning of Christmas. With the help of the ice skaters and each member of the snoopy gang, we [the audience] were eventually revealed the true meaning of Christmas; to celebrate the birth of our new born king, Jesus. It was amazing! Amongst a time where the stores do not want to even say "Merry Christmas" yet alone bring the true meaning of Christmas back into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Knott's&lt;/span&gt; Berry Farm brought it back in full force. As we sat in our seats anticipating the next moves of the ice skaters, the true meaning of Christmas was brought back to us by the reading of the scriptures from the Bible. Yes, they actually read scriptures from the bible to help us remember the true meaning of Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the beginning of the end of Christmas falsehoods and "Happy Holidays"? Are we going to start hearing "Merry Christmas" again when we walk into the stores? Have we in this society gone so far to avoid Jesus that we feel compelled to bring Him back into our lives? I hope so. There were would be no Christmas, no holiday to celebrate (even though we have taken it and turned it upside down), no presents, nothing if Jesus was not born. There is no Christmas without Jesus and I'm glad that someone other than the church has recognized it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Knott's&lt;/span&gt; Berry Farm helping us to remember the true meaning of Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-5804398612187296246?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5804398612187296246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=5804398612187296246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5804398612187296246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5804398612187296246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/11/snoopy-on-ice.html' title='Snoopy on Ice'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-6773925254809329865</id><published>2006-11-22T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T08:09:52.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Faith, Not Worth</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"For verily I say unto you, That whosoever shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he saith shall come to pass; he shall have whatsoever he saith. Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-Mark 11:23-24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite verses. One reason I love it so much is because Jesus never said we had to be worthy to receive what we believe. He said we must have faith enough to believe and receive what we are asking for. If these verses said "...but shall believe and &lt;em&gt;be worthy&lt;/em&gt; so that those things which he saith shall come to pass" or "...believe and &lt;em&gt;be worthy&lt;/em&gt; so that ye receive them..." we would be in some big trouble. No one is worthy and we wouldn't receive one thing if that was the criteria. This is a wonderful example of God's grace and mercy. He knows we are not worthy, yet He loves us so much that he made faith so easy. We don't deserve it, but He is willing to give it to us any ways. He has so much mercy that he did not place hard restrictions on faith and He has so much grace that He will answer our prayers with what we desire. We receive our blessings through faith, not worth. Isn't God good? YES, all the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-6773925254809329865?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6773925254809329865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=6773925254809329865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6773925254809329865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6773925254809329865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/11/with-faith-not-worth.html' title='With Faith, Not Worth'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-5872641366094262849</id><published>2006-11-21T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:52:56.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I am wishing everyone a Happy Thanksgiving early. I will be sharing this holiday with my family, which means that I will be biz-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;.  My niece thinks I am to be used at her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;discretion&lt;/span&gt; and my son eventually gets a tiny bit jealous, so I am constantly juggling between the two. I have to admit, I love it. So, I wish you all a blessed holiday and a happy Thanksgiving. God Bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-5872641366094262849?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5872641366094262849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=5872641366094262849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5872641366094262849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/5872641366094262849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-1314619370878575003</id><published>2006-11-20T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T23:19:49.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working for God</title><content type='html'>To put another note about work, my coworker said this to me the other day, "I have to remember that I am working for God." Wonderfully put! Each day I walk into work (even when I can't wait to leave the moment I get in), I have to remember that I am working for God. It makes the day so much brighter just thinking about my task ahead. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;With God the bonus possibilities are unlimited (He doesn't limit us, we only limit ourselves),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The promotions are many and not few &amp;amp; far in between (There is always room for spiritual growth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I need help in dealing with a situation, I am not pushed to the side (God is available when I need Him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plus, I get a window seat. Actually, even better. I get a corner office on the top floor (He only wants the best for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have Security blocking the traffic (because God only gives us what we can handle) and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Janitor to help clean up my mess (God helps us even when it is our fault. See the story of Abraham and his wife Sarah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can drive the company car(because He supplies my every need) and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fly in the company airplane (because He supplies us with our needs as well as our desires).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And the best of all. I get fresh, pure, living water each and every day and not Arrowhead (no offense to those who like Arrowhead).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a job! What a job! Boy-o-boy, I love working for God!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-1314619370878575003?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1314619370878575003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=1314619370878575003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/1314619370878575003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/1314619370878575003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/11/working-for-god.html' title='Working for God'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-8053252695772739154</id><published>2006-11-20T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:54:39.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>As I sit here and just think about going into work tomorrow, I can already feel my anxiousness of getting out of work so that my holidays can begin. I love the holidays and although I don't want them to go by too quickly, I can't wait for them to come. With Thanksgiving just a couple of days away, I feel anxious and ready to hit the road to begin celebrating all the wonderful things that God has given me and all the things I have been able to give to others. It just makes me happy!  I love this time of year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-8053252695772739154?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/8053252695772739154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=8053252695772739154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/8053252695772739154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/8053252695772739154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/11/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-3907789301933071895</id><published>2006-11-19T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:57:45.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2585/2873/1600/381422/Cowboy%20Anthony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2585/2873/320/425658/Cowboy%20Anthony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a pic of my little man at our Harvest Party. Let me share with you a funny story on how we decided that he would be a cowboy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the Treats on the Streets festival that is held every year in Orange, Anthony went as Batman. We already had the cape, mask, breast plate and belt. All he needed was the body suit, so I thought it would be a good idea to just use what we have. So, I packed up some grey pants a black shirt and his batman outfit and sent him over to Terry's. I met them after work since Treats on the Streets starts a 4:00p.m. and I didn't get off until 5. Well, to make a long story short, when I seen my little man I couldn't help but think that he was the ghetto-ist looking cowboy I had seen. Let's just say that he looked homemade. And of course Anthony had no clue that his mother sent him out of the house looking like that, so let's just say that I persuaded him to go as a cowboy from then on out. Looking at this picture, I think Anthony made a good choice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-3907789301933071895?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3907789301933071895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=3907789301933071895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/3907789301933071895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/3907789301933071895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-little-man.html' title='My Little Man'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-6512236647369896608</id><published>2006-11-19T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:49:37.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2585/2873/1600/281902/Me%20on%20the%20Ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2585/2873/320/674936/Me%20on%20the%20Ice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For any of you who don't know what I look like, here is a picture of me on the ice. I can't tell you if this was before or after I began falling. I looked pretty happy, so I would say that it was probably before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-6512236647369896608?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6512236647369896608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=6512236647369896608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6512236647369896608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/6512236647369896608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-ice.html' title='On the Ice'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-7278269616184929569</id><published>2006-11-16T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:31:01.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was Beautiful</title><content type='html'>I was talking to my coworker this morning and she said something that really stuck out. She was describing her dinner last night with her fiance and his mother and said that the night was a blessing from God. She said it [last night] had to be because the night could only be described as "beautiful". That is a word fit for a King!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst all of the trials that we must endure, having to rush through our night only to have to battle through the next day, it was awesome that she was able to pause and see the beauty that could only be created by God. It doesn’t have to be a struggle to live for God and it definitely does not have to be ugly. Sometimes, we just have to wait and be still in order to bring back into focus the beauty of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-7278269616184929569?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7278269616184929569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=7278269616184929569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7278269616184929569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7278269616184929569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-was-beautiful.html' title='It Was Beautiful'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-7110099029184045409</id><published>2006-11-15T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:03:15.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C2C Night: Relationships</title><content type='html'>Tonight in C2C we talked about relationships. I quite enjoyed myself. The first thing that Bro Frank asked us to do was to write down all the things we would want in a spouse. It was funny in a sad way, but I thought of more things that I didn’t want in a spouse than I thought of what I did want in a spouse. That was eye opening because I have been in a somewhat fear of marriage. I have wanted to get married for so long, but now that I have truly enjoyed my single life, I have been seeing the things that marriage would take away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that is not the way to look at marriage, even when I am comfortable in my current situation. Having to think of the good qualities only made me realize that as long as I am in the will of God, it will be all right. There are so many things to look forward to, but so much to be patient and wait for. There is so much that I would want from my spouse, yet there is so much that I need to learn to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is so many things and so much more than just love and infatuation. Marriage is so many things that tonight I couldn’t name them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-7110099029184045409?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7110099029184045409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=7110099029184045409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7110099029184045409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/7110099029184045409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/11/c2c-night-relationships.html' title='C2C Night: Relationships'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-116348442904276289</id><published>2006-11-13T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:07:09.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rat Problem</title><content type='html'>I had to give an update on my rat problem. So far I haven't seen it again. Gabriel came over to finish raking my back yard the day following my incident and he saw the rat run under my house (a con to living in an old house. Old houses don't generally sit on foundation but are lifted up). However, with all my might and every last string of will power left in me, I managed to take the trash out today without running away. Yes! One point for the human!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-116348442904276289?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/116348442904276289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=116348442904276289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/116348442904276289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/116348442904276289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/11/rat-problem.html' title='Rat Problem'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-116348388544440005</id><published>2006-11-13T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:58:05.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Knew The Way</title><content type='html'>I love my mother.&lt;br /&gt;She’s a beautiful star in my night&lt;br /&gt;A shining ray of sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;She brought me up the way she thought I should go&lt;br /&gt;Gave me to God and dedicated her soul&lt;br /&gt;I love my mother&lt;br /&gt;Although I only had five years with her,&lt;br /&gt;I have come to know her as if she is with me each day&lt;br /&gt;I’ve come to understand her choices&lt;br /&gt;I’ve come to accept her leaving&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that she knew which way I should go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I ran away into the world,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t let go of what she had taught me&lt;br /&gt;When I sought after every possible moment of happiness&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t forget her joy&lt;br /&gt;When I think about how her life was dedicated to a God and His church&lt;br /&gt;I think about how I dedicate mine&lt;br /&gt;And with all these thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I know she loved me so,&lt;br /&gt;Because she taught me the way I should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I live my life for this God&lt;br /&gt;And I’m showing my son the same&lt;br /&gt;So when my son thinks God is bigger than Batman&lt;br /&gt;And stronger than Superman&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but say&lt;br /&gt;This is all because I have a God who loves me so much&lt;br /&gt;That He gave me a mother&lt;br /&gt;Who knew the way I should go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-116348388544440005?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/116348388544440005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=116348388544440005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/116348388544440005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/116348388544440005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/11/she-knew-way.html' title='She Knew The Way'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-116331468822750117</id><published>2006-11-11T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:58:08.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Skating</title><content type='html'>Youth Alive went ice skating tonight for our monthly event. I don't think I have ever been so unbalanced on my feet and fallen so much since we began going ice skating. But...I have never had as much fun ice skating as I had tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-116331468822750117?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/116331468822750117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=116331468822750117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/116331468822750117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/116331468822750117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/11/ice-skating.html' title='Ice Skating'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-116279823836968749</id><published>2006-11-05T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:30:38.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Night</title><content type='html'>Tonight's church service was off the hook. I was contemplating not going since I had been battling with a fever since Friday. I had thought for a moment that maybe I should rest and gain some energy. But it's always when you miss that the best services happen. It's a bummer to hear everyone else rant-&amp;-rave about the service that you weren't at. Plus I had said to myself that if I miss one church service due to the illness I would finally go to the ER. There are various reasons why I didn't want to do that. So, I had Sis Terry pick me up and we were off. Good thing I didn't miss tonight's service because it would have been those "You missed a great service" nights. God moved in a mighty way. Because of the excitement of tonight's service (and because I found a rat in my broken trash can in my backyard and now it's currently hanging out in the trees in my front yard) I have found it hard to settle down. And just to think, tonight could have been &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; another night if I hadn't gone to church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-116279823836968749?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/116279823836968749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=116279823836968749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/116279823836968749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/116279823836968749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-another-night.html' title='Just Another Night'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-116235746192918680</id><published>2006-10-31T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:04:21.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Until You Bless Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“And Jacob was left alone; and there wrestled a man with him until the breaking of the day. And when he saw that he prevailed not against him, he touched the hollow of his thigh; and the hollow of Jacob's thigh was out of joint, as he wrestled with him. And he said, Let me go, for the day breaketh. &lt;strong&gt;And he said, I will not let thee go, except thou bless me&lt;/strong&gt;.” Genesis 32:24-26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have asked God for His blessings in several different areas of my life. Some things are more urgent than others. Although I have not seen every prayer fulfilled, I will not let go until God blesses me. I believe that there are going to be trials where every bone will ache in your body, where every day seems to put you on wits end. There will be days were you think you will make it through without having to fight only to find out that the night has brought another story. There might be nights where sleep is hard to find, and there might be nights where all you can do is sleep. Through it all, it is imperative to hold on until you have victory. Do not let go until ye be blessed. As I’ve heard it said before, Just keep holdin’ on. Just keep holdin’ on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-116235746192918680?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/116235746192918680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=116235746192918680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/116235746192918680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/116235746192918680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-until-you-bless-me.html' title='Not Until You Bless Me'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23538201.post-116210286715537872</id><published>2006-10-28T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T23:21:07.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now and Later</title><content type='html'>"And he charged them, and said unto them, I am to be gathered unto my people, bury me with my fathers in the cave that is in the field of Ephron the Hittite,...There they buried Abraham and Sarah his wife; there they buried Isaac and Rebekah his wife, and there I buried Leah." Genesis 49: 29 &amp;amp; 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading this passage, it dawned on me that Leah was blessed after her death. If you are not familiar with the story of Jacob, Jacob was in love with Leah's sister Rachel. He served 14 years in their father, Labon's house for Rachel, seven of those were required after Labon deceitfully gave Leah instead of Rachel. So Jacob was first married to Leah who blessed him with many children and then to Rachel whom after years of being baron was finally able to give Jacob two children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob sorely loved Rachel while Leah had to sit back and suffer the wounds of a woman unloved. All she wanted was for her man to love her like he did her sister. Leah even bribed her sister to let her have Jacob for one night with her [Leah]. Still, Jacob's love was unwavering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Rachel died in child birth and Leah's death was not mentioned except in the verse above. But, ultimately, Leah got her man. It was with her that he was buried. Although she was not alive to receive it, but her blessing came about after her death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we will all have blessings come to pass and prayers filled after our death. We don't live for the blessings to stop the moment we die, but we are building up an alter, sacrafices to God so that He may look down and bless continually. We sacrifice so that the blessings can be passed on, now and later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23538201-116210286715537872?l=rainbowreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/116210286715537872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23538201&amp;postID=116210286715537872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/116210286715537872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23538201/posts/default/116210286715537872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowreflections.blogspot.com/2006/10/now-and-later.html' title='Now and Later'/><author><name>Philana Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839065862688624213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
