<?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-520702714189455775</id><updated>2011-11-28T03:55:06.588-08:00</updated><category term='KOG'/><title type='text'>lifelight</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepointers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520702714189455775/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepointers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wonuola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03567280953809214205</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520702714189455775.post-671897542312422385</id><published>2011-11-26T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T10:40:42.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNASHAMED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;It was a family service at church and the children were called forward for a game. Excitedly we all participated,&amp;nbsp;in what seemed to be a child's game, and&amp;nbsp;compiled a list of things we treasured. The list varied from chocolates, time with family, a new puppy, going on holiday, an ice-cream sundae, just keep on imagining. It reflected different values. It was agreed by all that GOD was at the top of the list. My head also said so. Suddenly I recalled times when I would wake up, after a good night's rest and would still struggle to get out of bed or make out time to spend with God, "the love of my life". I wondered just how much I really was in love with my maker. Was it really with all my heart and soul and strength and might as I ought? At such times was He my number one, was He "my treasure", "my priority", as I sung often in songs to Him? Sleep, ambition, time with friends and family, and even food were contesting! Surely at such times I was placing a higher value on sleep, etc than on my divine romance. I thought of Job, he esteemed God's word more than his "necessary food"-Job 23:12. It was no wonder miracles were born out of his adversity. He acknowledged the necessity of his earthly meals, his body needed it, but his spiritual nourishment, his communion with Almighty God, which is communion with the Word of God, (John 1:1) was of greater priority!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzMJcu3JXM/TtExNMDnrkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bJxZaElU5F8/s1600/eniola%2527s+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzMJcu3JXM/TtExNMDnrkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bJxZaElU5F8/s320/eniola%2527s+025.JPG" width="205" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-7456970083262807184" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 570px;"&gt;It was an embarassing fact to face, and I knew instantly that God needed to come to the very, very, top of my list. God was not to be one of the good things in my life, He needed to be GOD!! I was comforted that the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus, had set me free from the law of sin and death- Romans 8vs1-2. Just like the world may condemn someone and the law acquits, &amp;nbsp;had been freed because of the blood that was shed once and for all. like the woman in adultery, rather than be stoned, Love (the law of the Spirit of Life) said "go and sin no more (John 8:11). My conscience was therefore clean as I sought mercy with confidence in the blood of Christ (the Anointed One) that speaks for me! I refused any guilt and embraced the Word of life- assured of Christ love for me, confident in my adoption right that entitles me to the fullness of sonship. I looked at my reflection in the mirror of the Word and acknowledged my status in Christ's love-"&lt;b&gt;holy and without blame before him in love&lt;/b&gt;"(Ephesians 1:4), for he that the son has set free is free indeed!!!!!(John 8:36).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Father I rest in the power of your Spirit to enable me discipline myself, to the glory of your name in Jesus Christ's name. Amen. 1Cor. 9:27 ; Prov. 3:5-6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520702714189455775-671897542312422385?l=lifepointers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepointers.blogspot.com/feeds/671897542312422385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifepointers.blogspot.com/2011/11/unashamed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520702714189455775/posts/default/671897542312422385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520702714189455775/posts/default/671897542312422385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepointers.blogspot.com/2011/11/unashamed.html' title='UNASHAMED!'/><author><name>Wonuola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03567280953809214205</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/--DzMJcu3JXM/TtExNMDnrkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bJxZaElU5F8/s72-c/eniola%2527s+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520702714189455775.post-6924897403600507900</id><published>2011-11-26T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T03:36:49.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KOG'/><title type='text'>TRUE LOVE</title><content type='html'>I watched with delight as my son guzzled up his food. He licked his fingers happily, his eyes gleaming as he hurried to make sure all his taste buds had no break. "You had lunch in school didn't you?" I questioned, a bit surprised that he seemed that hungry after a meal at the after school club which he reported was generous. The response was a spontaneous chorus from him and his sister, "It doesn't taste the same", and then he added "mummy you cook real good!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JNwoULX4qNE/TtDNpI9nhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gfXkpK4rwwQ/s1600/kids-eating.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JNwoULX4qNE/TtDNpI9nhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gfXkpK4rwwQ/s1600/kids-eating.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was pleased to hear the compliment and delighted that I could give my children that much pleasure. It instantly brought to my mind the words of Jesus Christ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Fear not little flock, for it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love divine, certainly, would delight far more to give me greater pleasure than I delighted in making my children happy. God's resources are unlimited. God is LOVE. I belong to him. He loves me in spite of my frailties. He has given me all I need because I belong to him. He is my Father. Surely He delights in blessing me exceedingly more than I delight in blessing my children. I refrain from his arms of love because of feelings of inadequacy and fear. It is no wonder Jesus said "Fear not..." As you read this determine to rest in your Father's love, confident that he cares for you much more than you can ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fear not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;little flock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;; for it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;." Luke 12:32&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;The preceding verses explain that all we worry for is noted by our heavenly Father, and if we seek first the kingdom all other things will be added unto us. The key therefore, to all we fret about, is to prioritize our search for the kingdom of God, and all other cares will be taken care of. Jesus therefore assures us that it is not just our Father's pleasure to give us the kingdom, but it is our heavenly Father's &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt; pleasure to give us the kingdom...and all other things will be added as well!!!&lt;b&gt; Fear not! Fear not!! Fear not!!&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520702714189455775-6924897403600507900?l=lifepointers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepointers.blogspot.com/feeds/6924897403600507900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifepointers.blogspot.com/2011/11/true-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520702714189455775/posts/default/6924897403600507900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520702714189455775/posts/default/6924897403600507900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepointers.blogspot.com/2011/11/true-love.html' title='TRUE LOVE'/><author><name>Wonuola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03567280953809214205</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/-JNwoULX4qNE/TtDNpI9nhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gfXkpK4rwwQ/s72-c/kids-eating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
