<?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-3506800</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:01:32.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bigmakjr's playground</title><subtitle type='html'>a playground is where kids can have fun and play on all the equipment and run around.  it's a place where a kid can really be a kid.  this is where i can be God's kid and be free to be who i am called to be: His child.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-116110883218167489</id><published>2006-10-17T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T11:13:52.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just read a few verses that makes me think...so wanted to post.Colossians 3:18-3:1918 Wives, be submissive to your husbands, as is fitting in the Lord.19 Husbands, love your wives and don't become bitter against them.18: The bible calls for women to be submissive to their husbands, AS is fitting IN the Lord. I looked up the definition of submit on dictionary.com.  Here's what it says:–verb (used </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/116110883218167489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/116110883218167489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2006_10_15_archive.html#116110883218167489' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-115293061960838067</id><published>2006-07-14T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T19:30:19.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been hecka long since i posted on this site.  let's see...since that time, i've married steve.  i've moved to san diego.  i've graduated from berkeley.  and i've found a new home church that i love.God has blessed much.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/115293061960838067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/115293061960838067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2006_07_09_archive.html#115293061960838067' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-107418396091675922</id><published>2004-01-15T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T08:27:21.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>let's see....on the outside, life feels okay.  i keep busy enough that i don't have much time to reflect on stuff.  and anytime something starts to bother me, i quickly start doing something so that my emotions can't get in the way and i stay productive instead of dwell on unhappy thoughts.but as i reflect, i haven't made or had any time to just run away from it all and reflect on life.  i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/107418396091675922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/107418396091675922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107418396091675922' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-107053493219541974</id><published>2003-12-04T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T02:49:31.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't think anyone's gonna read this, at least that i know, anymore...so i want to just vent on this.i feel hurt and confused and mad and sad and just really really bad about FCS.  i know i shouldn't.  and i'm hoping that it wasn't intentional.  but it really hurt all the same.  in the scale of eternity, none of it really matters, but for the present time, it just hurts a lot because it feels</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/107053493219541974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/107053493219541974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107053493219541974' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-106571111268541136</id><published>2003-10-09T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T19:15:21.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have switched to xanga, since it's more convenient to do one site than two sites.  you can find me onhttp://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=bigmakjrthanks. =)janet</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/106571111268541136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/106571111268541136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106571111268541136' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-106381335776302217</id><published>2003-09-17T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T08:42:37.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's september 17, 2003...like 8:30 am...or so.let's see...how's life been going?i think school is a lot of work this semester.  like a lot of work.  i dunno, somehow the entire day passes, and i feel like i'm just in school school school: either sitting in lectures, or discussion sections, or office hours, or studios, or in classrooms trying to figure out the homeworks.  i feel majorly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/106381335776302217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/106381335776302217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106381335776302217' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-106182859524776908</id><published>2003-08-25T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T09:23:15.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's august 25th....dude, it's been a long time since i last wrote.  here's what's been happening:i finished work on july 29th with PCA.  i really miss the other PCA teachers...they really are very very cool and fun to hang out with and work with.  thanks for teaching me so much about teaching and learning.since then....-audrey and andy got married...very pretty wedding...and very very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/106182859524776908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/106182859524776908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106182859524776908' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-105845289998899109</id><published>2003-07-17T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T07:41:40.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't updated this in awhile, so I figured I'd write something about what I do in the summertime.Soooo...Monday through Friday: I work at PreCollegiate Academy teaching incoming 10th and 11th graders math.  We cover math in a thematic basis (this year's theme is bottle rockets) and implement different kinds of math with that theme for exposure and review's sake.  We review:Algebra I (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/105845289998899109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/105845289998899109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105845289998899109' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-105702861821619890</id><published>2003-06-30T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T20:03:38.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Q:  When you run out of clothes and the washing machines are closed, what do you do?  A: You go to target.  =P(as you can see...i've run out of time ... all the time)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/105702861821619890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/105702861821619890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105702861821619890' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-95146824</id><published>2003-06-01T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T01:16:25.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wahoooo....it feels so good to be done with school....at least for the summer.  i have only one more semester left, and i think i'm really glad it'll be over soon.  perhaps i'll keep working on my masters in education/education administration...for sure my teacher's credential, but for now...it just feels so good not to worry about all that crap.i'm passing all my math classes, walked my math </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/95146824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/95146824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95146824' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-94738149</id><published>2003-05-22T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T07:28:14.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>father God.help me to hear your voice.  i want to know that you love me....no mattter what i look like, feel like, or do like....i don't want to hear other people's voices saying it....because i'm afriad that it's got other meanings behind it.i want to hear it from you because you are perfect, and you know all, and your opinion is much more firm and stable and consistent than anyone else's.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/94738149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/94738149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94738149' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-94399904</id><published>2003-05-15T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T10:17:42.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"hi #####actually. okay...i was praying about this some more this morning, and um, i think i'm going to not move anymore. errr...yeah, if you have time to read on, do...otherwise, work on your finals first! =)i wanted to live with christian sisters because i wanted a community of believers that would make me grow more in my faith. i wanted more friends, and more hang out time with other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/94399904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/94399904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94399904' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-94396131</id><published>2003-05-15T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T09:04:24.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmmm.pros and cons of roommates:pros:community (sigh, that's a biggie one: like less loneliness, more friends, more social life, more people...)living in something other than a boxgrowing more in christ, cause other people will start picking on me for my bad habitsless temptations (who can be bad when other people are watching you...)cons:i already have an apt...and it's cheaper.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/94396131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/94396131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94396131' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-94359099</id><published>2003-05-14T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T17:32:21.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To: Pete, Carolyn, Mitch, and Steven:=) Thanks for helping me to have fun last night.  I really appreciate it.  Let's do it again. =)steaks, weiners, fries, and bball.  sigh.  i'm living such good life, and it's finals timeGod, thanks for providing me with really nice friends.love: janet</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/94359099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/94359099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94359099' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-94153109</id><published>2003-05-11T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T09:16:44.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so here's my new attempt at rapping: as it is a new sunday morning.i know(Chorus) (makmomma...again) i know i have a great loving saviorwho loves me despite my bad behaviori know that he fight with all his might for me, nobody's braver.he died on the cross, for my loss, paid the costand don't ask me for no favor.yeah...Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!  *chant with me now*i suck at rapping, huh?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/94153109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/94153109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94153109' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-94141449</id><published>2003-05-11T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T02:08:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so this is the original remix:I Wish (Street Remix)(Chorus)(Skee-Lo)I wish I was little bit tallerI wish I was a ballerI wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat And a six four Impala and this is my remix:My Wish:(Chorus)(makmomma j/k.)I wish I was little bit tallerI wish I was a ballerI wish I had a girlfriend so close I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/94141449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/94141449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94141449' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-93947864</id><published>2003-05-07T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T13:40:46.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been awhile since i've posted here: but something happened today that is just so cool that i can't help but want to post today. hehe.today i had lunch with Tamas, the GSI that work with at PDP.  we ate lunch at Asiana Garden in Northside.  it was the first time that i got to eat with him out and just chat.  i really like his personality; he's very friendly and has a lot of interesting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/93947864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/93947864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93947864' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-90460975</id><published>2003-03-10T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T07:47:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1 Peter 2: 21-2221To this you were called, because Christ suffered for you, leaving you an example, that you should follow in his steps.     22"He committed no sin,        and no deceit was found in his mouth."[5] 23When they hurled their insults at him, he did not retaliate; when he suffered, he made no threats. Instead, he entrusted himself to him who judges justly. 24He himself bore our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/90460975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/90460975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90460975' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-87884459</id><published>2003-01-22T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T21:49:42.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i want to be more than just what everyone tells me that i am.i.e.  thanks for cheering about my admin qualities...but i want to be something more than that.don't get me wrong.i like admin stuffbut i just want to do more than that.and i hope that i am something more than that.it's only in berkeley that people even see my admin qualities.sigh.and in stockton, people see me for my singing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/87884459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/87884459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87884459' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-86127936</id><published>2002-12-16T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T12:57:22.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YAY!  we're going to practice singing acapella for SCBC!  YAY!(okay, so i'm a little ahead of myself, cause there's only 3 of us singing so far, but YAY!)look out world...here comes God's kiddos who are going to praise Him forever!YAY!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/86127936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/86127936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86127936' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-85081044</id><published>2002-11-25T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T16:53:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my wall's falling downmy life's falling apartyou told me to reach for the starsyou told me the sky's the limitand now i'm eating the dust off people's feet.i'm losing my eyesighti'm losing my wayall i want to do is scream and hide and crycan't everything just all go away?i know what it must feel like to be going crazy.i'm going nuts and mad and angry and hurti thought you said the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/85081044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/85081044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85081044' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-84281057</id><published>2002-11-09T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T08:58:50.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isaiah 1 (rewritten for us citizens for the United States)1 The vision concerning the United States of America that Isaiah son of Amoz saw during the presidencies of NIxon, Reagan, Bush, Clinton, and Bush Jr.A Rebellious Nation 2 Hear, O heavens! Listen, O earth!For the LORD has spoken: "I reared children and brought them up, but they have rebelled against me. 3 The ox knows his master,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/84281057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/84281057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84281057' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-84249010</id><published>2002-11-08T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T13:32:01.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when reading stuff for Ethnic Studies class...things that i had not thought before comes to mind:  as i read about police brutality and police being drunk and high off of harassing people, especially people of color: the first question is: will i be treated like that?i read more about police brutality and the injustice in our justice system, and the question becomes: why?as i think more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/84249010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/84249010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84249010' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-84247513</id><published>2002-11-08T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T12:54:20.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thoughts:i'm sure teaching is going to be more difficult than i currently think it is...i'm really thinking about moving to sacramento after college...i'm also really thinking about how to save enough money for this kind of move to sacramento....and i really feel like starting an english fellowship/college fellowship at my home church.too many thoughts...too little time....why does </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/84247513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/84247513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84247513' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-84235656</id><published>2002-11-08T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T08:25:10.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joshua 24The Covenant Renewed at Shechem 1 Then Joshua assembled all the tribes of Israel at Shechem. He summoned the elders, leaders, judges and officials of Israel, and they presented themselves before God. 2 Joshua said to all the people, "This is what the LORD , the God of Israel, says: 'Long ago your forefathers, including Terah the father of Abraham and Nahor, lived beyond the River [1</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/84235656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/84235656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84235656' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-84064983</id><published>2002-11-05T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T08:13:04.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Romans 13Submission to the Authorities 1Everyone must submit himself to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God. 2Consequently, he who rebels against the authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and those who do so will bring judgment on themselves. 3For rulers hold no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/84064983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/84064983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84064983' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-84004762</id><published>2002-11-04T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T06:41:31.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if we only knew the bible as well as the muslim knew the koran (Qur'an) and could recite it like they do...meditating on the Word of God until it is so instilled within us that everything we do would reflect our Lord Jesus Christ...we'd be much better Christians.....we should learn the Bible as well as they do.love: janet</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/84004762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/84004762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84004762' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-83826442</id><published>2002-10-31T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T07:12:05.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>michelle and jeremy's getting married!!!!!WOW, so cool.Thanks God for making their relationship sooo good.  Continue to be with them as they work out for marriage. =)Love: janet</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/83826442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/83826442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83826442' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-83587632</id><published>2002-10-27T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T01:38:59.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some random thoughts:"Forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors."If God loved us enough to die for us sinners, even knowing that we will probably sin again...what implications does that have on us?-can we really lock people up in jail, if God always gave us a second chance, even though he knows that there's  more than 99% chance that we will probably screw it up?-someone owe you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/83587632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/83587632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83587632' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-83587436</id><published>2002-10-27T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T01:28:14.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>something my math professor told me:treat other people with respect.  Christians got something right when they praise the virtue of love: it truly covers a multitude of wounds.  for example, especially since you want to be a teacher, you gotta treat other people with love and respect.  because if you do that, they will learn to respect you and to respect other people.  but if you don't treat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/83587436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/83587436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83587436' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-82711060</id><published>2002-10-08T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T16:06:02.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Off of Bonnie's Website: (but these are my answers)1. Last movie you saw in the theater: Lord of the Rings I, i think.2. Favorite board game: Chinese Checkers3. Favorite magazine: Cosmo Girl(?)4. What book are you reading now: My Near Eastern Studies Reader5. Favorite smells: Chinese Chicken (cooked), food smells.6. Comfort Foods: Chicken, Rice, Dim Sum7. Favorite Sounds: Slow Christian </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/82711060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/82711060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82711060' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-82710245</id><published>2002-10-08T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T15:43:43.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Keeping Up with the ImageWoke up.Hit the alarm.I want more sleep.Can't.Gotta do homework.Hmmm.Shower or Breakfast?Email email email email.Who's online?I got a few more minutes.Ahhh.Leftovers.Chicken and Rice, oh yeah.Microwave Hums.Fan Whirs.Neopets.Math. Proofs.  What is this?I'm not going to get this done.Start Ethnic Studies Instead.Finished one.Two.ThreeFourYeah, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/82710245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/82710245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82710245' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-82670596</id><published>2002-10-07T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T20:24:31.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Man With Leprosy 12While Jesus was in one of the towns, a man came along who was covered with leprosy.Jesus was in a town, probably had a lot of people following him.  it was a public place.  there were probably other people around, not only his disciples, but probably other followers as well.  Lepers aren't supposed to be in the towns.  They are supposed to hide outside the towns.  It is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/82670596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/82670596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82670596' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-82546357</id><published>2002-10-04T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T21:37:25.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to absk fellowship tonight:i really like the message: it was on luke 5.  here let me look it up.Jesus Heals a Paralytic 17One day as he was teaching, Pharisees and teachers of the law, who had come from every village of Galilee and from Judea and Jerusalem, were sitting there. And the power of the Lord was present for him to heal the sick. 18Some men came carrying a paralytic on a mat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/82546357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/82546357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82546357' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-82416911</id><published>2002-10-02T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-02T07:39:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>more missions opportunities:http://thetask.org/youth/iwv     International World Changers (IWC) is looking for young men and women who want to be used by God in ways that far exceed anything they could have dreamed or imagined.  Students are needed who simply desire to be obedient to His call no matter the location or the cost.  IWV is not a vacation.  Your hands will be dirty, and your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/82416911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/82416911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82416911' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-82371622</id><published>2002-10-01T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T09:50:10.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pray for:more awareness of our gifts from God.hear challenges clearly from Godto be equipped for challenges from God.pray that i would not be stuck in alienation from the Father because of self-indulgence and/or self-righteousness.(the only way to get to the Father is through the Heart of the Father.)elder brother tends to think in terms of duty, responsibility, faithfulness, justice, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/82371622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/82371622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82371622' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-82081614</id><published>2002-09-24T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T22:31:50.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>beware of practicing your piety before others in order to be seen by them; for then you have no reward from your Father in heaven.  so when you give alms, do not sound a trumpet before you, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, so that they may be praised by others.  truly i tell you, they have received their reward.  but when you give alms, do not let your left hand know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/82081614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/82081614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82081614' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-81479769</id><published>2002-09-11T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T16:37:26.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>know what's been really cool?  i think something inside me has changed.  like tangibly changed, or i can feel myself changing in a way...something that's like really weird.  before, i got to say...i was pretty pessimistic.  and i hoped little.  now, after my life has been turned more towards God, in tangible ways more towards His will and not my own...life has seemed much more happy.  things are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/81479769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/81479769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81479769' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-81268899</id><published>2002-09-06T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T22:50:33.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes you can feel like crap...but deep down inside, below all the crap that you're feeling at the moment...you know the deep, never-ending joy that just makes your whole life worth every moment.  focus on that joy, the joy that God puts into your heart...the joy that comes from Him...and the crap won't look as crappy as you thought it was before.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/81268899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/81268899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81268899' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-81130020</id><published>2002-09-03T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-03T23:56:17.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmmm.  i also just realized...i think i need to start looking around for jobs for after graduation.and i think that i miss Dominican Republic a lot...and i might want to go there again for another summer to see the kids again and see Francisco again.  (i also need to work on being able to deal with walking uphill in intense heat better before i get there...as well as making sure my temper is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/81130020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/81130020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81130020' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-80779324</id><published>2002-08-27T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-27T08:38:09.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GOD HAS BEEN GREAT!!!!so here's an update of how life has been going so far:so lately i have not been sitting at my computer typing away and trying to analyze passages as much as i sit on my bed and pray and sing songs to God.  it's been very restful and peaceful and there's lots of things that i learn from songs inspired by God.  here's one of them for example:To obey is better than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/80779324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/80779324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80779324' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-80536645</id><published>2002-08-21T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T13:30:26.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Psalm 42Thirsting for God in Trouble and Exile.For the choir director. A Maskil of the sons of Korah.BOOK 21        As the deer [1] pants for the water brooks,          So my soul (1) pants for You, O God. i dunno...i don't feel like my sould pants for God.  i wish it did.  panting...like it would need air...panting, because i'm exercising hard....do i exercise hard for God?  what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/80536645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/80536645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80536645' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-80479636</id><published>2002-08-20T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-20T09:12:59.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(i guess this will be one of those few times that i will use my blogspot not for quiet time only, but also a time of reflection.  so forgive me, if those of you who are reading this are expecting a quiet time passage of some sort...i'll probably either write one later or just have some worship time on my own without mr. blogger.)it's weird.  i'm 21.  i'm entering my 4th year of college.  it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/80479636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/80479636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80479636' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-80189230</id><published>2002-08-13T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-13T09:05:22.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ephesians 2Made Alive in Christ1   And you were (1) dead in your trespasses and sins, 2   in which you (2) formerly walked according to the course of (3) this world, according to (4) the prince of the power of the air, of the spirit that is now working in (5) the sons of disobedience. 3   Among them we too all (6) formerly lived in (7) the lusts of our flesh, indulging the desires of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/80189230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/80189230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80189230' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-80141460</id><published>2002-08-12T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-12T08:52:28.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1 Corinthians 6Lawsuits Among Believers 1If any of you has a dispute with another, dare he take it before the ungodly for judgment instead of before the saints? 2Do you not know that the saints will judge the world? And if you are to judge the world, are you not competent to judge trivial cases? 3Do you not know that we will judge angels? How much more the things of this life! 4Therefore, if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/80141460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/80141460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80141460' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-79747940</id><published>2002-08-02T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-02T13:30:04.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>James 1:12-2612   Blessed is a man who perseveres under trial; for once he has been approved, he will receive the crown of life which the Lord has promised to those who love Him. 13   Let no one say when he is tempted, "I am being tempted by God"; for God cannot be tempted by evil, and He Himself does not tempt anyone. 14   But each one is tempted when he is carried away and enticed by his own</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/79747940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/79747940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79747940' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-79717551</id><published>2002-08-01T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-01T20:30:55.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Psalm 119Meditations and Prayers Relating to the Law of God.A Aleph.1        How blessed are those whose way is [1] (1) blameless,          Who (2) walk in the law of the LORD. 2        How blessed are those who (3) observe His testimonies,          Who (4) seek Him (5) with all their heart. 3        They also (6) do no unrighteousness;          They walk in His ways. 4        </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/79717551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/79717551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79717551' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-79645434</id><published>2002-07-31T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T09:07:23.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this summer i've been reading a book by leo tolstoy...i forgot the title name...i think it is walk while it is light, or something like that.  really great book...lots of neat little stories that make you think a whole lot.  here are some of the lessons i have been learning.philippians 4: 4-84   Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, rejoice! 5   Let your gentle spirit be known to all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/79645434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/79645434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79645434' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-79447824</id><published>2002-07-26T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-26T11:57:37.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, now that i got my blogspot to start working again....today i had qt with steven.  we read romans 15, the first half.  i think what stuck out to me for today was that we need to not unsult one another, because we'll be insulting God.  and we need to accept one another as christ accepts us.  and that we need to be helping each other to grow stronger in the faith...to deny ourselves more and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/79447824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/79447824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79447824' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-79367372</id><published>2002-07-24T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-26T11:45:30.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lately, i have realized that my quiet times have become more scarce and scarce as i have been doing more and more math.i hope that this trend will be broken by tomorrow...as i plan to have a more in depth qt that includes some bible reading and bible study.as for worshipping the Lord...well, music and prayer is always a good thing...but i think God has been pushing me to go back to reading some</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/79367372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/79367372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79367372' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-79210510</id><published>2002-07-20T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-20T22:42:25.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's our two year anniversary today. =) i love you steven.  muah!thank you God for seeing us through two years.  help us to grow more in love with you and with each other.  be our father and our lord, even in the midst of our relationship and all its stuff. =)  i love you Father.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/79210510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/79210510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79210510' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-79110547</id><published>2002-07-18T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-18T09:26:11.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ephesians 4:1-161As a prisoner for the Lord, then, I urge you to live a life worthy of the calling you have received. 2Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. 3Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace. 4There is one body and one Spirit--just as you were called to one hope when you were called-- 5one Lord, one faith, one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/79110547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/79110547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79110547' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-79022443</id><published>2002-07-16T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-16T08:58:25.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ephesians 3:14-21A Prayer for the Ephesians 14For this reason I kneel before the Father, 15from whom his whole family[1] in heaven and on earth derives its name. 16I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, 17so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/79022443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/79022443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79022443' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-78973864</id><published>2002-07-15T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T07:34:55.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ephesians 2: 11-2211Therefore, remember that formerly you who are Gentiles by birth and called "uncircumcised" by those who call themselves "the circumcision" (that done in the body by the hands of men)-- 12remember that at that time you were separate from Christ, excluded from citizenship in Israel and foreigners to the covenants of the promise, without hope and without God in the world. 13But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78973864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78973864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#78973864' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-78732137</id><published>2002-07-09T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-09T07:48:20.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things. 9Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me--put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you. philippians 4:8-9i pray that this would sink into my heart,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78732137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78732137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78732137' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-78562118</id><published>2002-07-04T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-04T14:08:51.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is july 4th...lots of parties today.help me to study today, God....i need your hand to help me with my math.  please rest your hand on my eyes so that i will see well today.  i pray for safety for people driving around today.be with people in taiwan, the dominican republic, kenya, and other places of the world.  please be with francisco in his art school.  please be with elisa at her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78562118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78562118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78562118' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-78561963</id><published>2002-07-04T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-04T14:03:06.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear God.I pray for continued repentence for this day.  Father God, i know that you see all my deeds, that you know all the thoughts of my heart...and that you are not pleased with me.  Father God, help me to turn from my sins so that when you see me, I will not be a disappointment to you.  Father God, cleanse me today...remold me again today...help me to seek you first even when i want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78561963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78561963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78561963' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-78513557</id><published>2002-07-03T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-03T09:49:07.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Father, God, i want to rest this day into your hands...your hands cause your hands alone can hold all the world and its troulbes.  Father God, i want to give to you all the people who are searching and seeking your guidance, your power, your spirit, your love, and all the essences of you today.  i pray that you would pour out your spirit on us, all of us sinners, so that we may continue to turn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78513557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78513557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78513557' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-78464994</id><published>2002-07-02T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-02T08:11:09.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Revelation 3To the Church in Sardis 1"To the angel of the church in Sardis write:These are the words of him who holds the seven spirits[2] of God and the seven stars. I know your deeds; you have a reputation of being alive, but you are dead. 2Wake up! Strengthen what remains and is about to die, for I have not found your deeds complete in the sight of my God. we all are really dead without</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78464994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78464994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78464994' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-78420941</id><published>2002-07-01T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-01T08:40:22.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Revelations 2: 18-2818To the angel of the church in Thyatira write:These are the words of the Son of God, whose eyes are like blazing fire and whose feet are like burnished bronze. 19I know your deeds, your love and faith, your service and perseverance, and that you are now doing more than you did at first. 20Nevertheless, I have this against you: You tolerate that woman Jezebel, who calls </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78420941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78420941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78420941' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-78330799</id><published>2002-06-28T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-28T15:42:02.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for the past couple of days, i have been just reading Kings and Chronicles and Estherthis is one of the passages that stuck out to me as a great promise that God made and keeps. =)56 "Praise be to the Lord , who has given rest to his people Israel just as he promised. Not one word has failed of all the good promises he gave through his servant Moses. 57 May the Lord our God be with us as he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78330799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78330799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78330799' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-78135525</id><published>2002-06-24T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T08:49:40.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dios esta aquidios esta aquitan cierto como el aire que respirotan cierto como en la mananase levanta el soltan cierto que cuando le hablo el me puede oir.La unica razonLa unica razon de mi adoracionEres Tu, mi JesusEl unico motivo para vivirEres Tu mi SenorLa unica verdadEsta en TiEres mi Luz y mi SalvacionMe unico Amor eres tu SenorY por siempre te alabareY eres todo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78135525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78135525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78135525' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-78135288</id><published>2002-06-24T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T08:42:46.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6/12/02- a contract with God: a blank piece of paper...you only need to sign it- sometimes it will be a long time before you will end up doing your contract - sometimes the process of going through application and job description can even be a couple of years.-doors will open and close when it is time to move where God wants me to move.-People will confirm God and his will.-Father what is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78135288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78135288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78135288' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-78135189</id><published>2002-06-24T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T08:40:06.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tal Como SoyTal como soy SenorSin nada que ofrecer mas que mi cancionNo tengo mas que darte pues todo es toyo SenorTal como soy SenorSin nada que entregar mas que et corazonMe rindo toda a ti tomome SenorTal como SoyAceptame como ofrenda de amorComo un sacrifcio agredable en tu honorGrato perfumeYo quiero ser Senor.-a song at the D.R.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78135189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78135189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78135189' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-78135131</id><published>2002-06-24T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T08:38:32.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6/11/02Message this morning by alberto:  Having good attitudes always.  Our behaviour should be like Christ's no matter what circumstances we might be in.Father, forgive for I want to be in circumstances that are not of you.  Father, forgive for I want to do things not of you.  Father, change my heart to want to do things that are of you always, evertime.  Father, forgive for i am lazy and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78135131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78135131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78135131' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-78135051</id><published>2002-06-24T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T08:36:21.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6/10/02Saturday: hiked to 2 waterfalls.we swam at the second one.dinner at jarabacoa town.-fried chicken and winter melon and rice. MUY BUENO!ice cream for dessertJamie and Fracisco were really good hosts!Sunday: kitchen duty for breakfastpraise and worship with Kimsing songs with james and steve and ed and tina and liz (James looks like collin but acts/plays guitar like pete)lunch: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78135051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78135051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78135051' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-78134766</id><published>2002-06-24T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T08:28:28.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6/8/02it's all about you, JesusAnd all this is for youFor your glory and your fame.It's not about meAs if you should do things my wayYou alone are God and I surrenderTo your ways.Jesus, Lover of my soulAll consuming fire is in your gazeJesus, I want you to knowI will follow you all of my days.For no one else in history is like youHistory itself belongs to youAlpha and Omega you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78134766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78134766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78134766' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-78134702</id><published>2002-06-24T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T08:26:31.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6/7/02"If something is valuable to you, you look at the item, not the pricetag." - morning lesson.luke 6: 6-11on another sabbath he went into the synagogue and was teaching, and a man was there whose right hand was shriveled.i think its interesting to note that there seems to always be sick people who want to be healed near Jesus.  Either he purposely was always going to hang out with them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78134702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78134702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78134702' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-78134071</id><published>2002-06-24T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T08:09:14.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6/6/02luke: 6:1-5one sabbath Jesus was going through the grainfields, and his disciples began to pick some heads of grain, rub them in their hands, and eat the kernels.  Some of the pharisees asked, "Why are you doing what is unlawful on the Sabbath?"- from the Pharisees point of view, making food was unlawful on the Sabbath.  But they were more concerned with the Rules than the Reasons </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78134071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78134071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78134071' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-78133812</id><published>2002-06-24T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T08:10:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6/5/02luke 5:36-3936. he told them this parable: "No one tears a patch from a new garment and sews it on an old one.  If he does, he will have torn the new garment and the new will not match the old.  37 And no one pours new wine into old winskins.  If he does, the new wine will burst the skins, and the wine will run out and the winskins will be ruined.  38 No, new wine must be poured into new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78133812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78133812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78133812' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-78133418</id><published>2002-06-24T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T07:51:58.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6/4/02luke 5:33-39they said to him, "John's disciples often fast and pray, and so do the disciples of the Pharisees, but yours go on eating and drinking." they = pharisees; john = john the baptist.strange cause the pharisees were also originally against the teaching of john the baptist.  here they put the two together, as if both were religious and holy - set apart for God.question: what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78133418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/78133418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78133418' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-77189550</id><published>2002-05-31T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-31T10:26:55.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>qt: luke 5:27-32 (The Calling of Levi)After this (the healing of the Paralytic), Jesus went out and saw a tax collector by the name of Levi sitting at his tax booth.tax collectors didn't (and probably still don't) have very many friends.  they were probably wealthy because they cheated off people so people hated them a lot.  Levi has probably been sitting at his tax booth this whole time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/77189550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/77189550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77189550' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-77153621</id><published>2002-05-30T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T13:19:31.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>qt: Luke 5:17-26 (Jesus Heals a Paralytic)One day as he was teaching, Pharisees and teachers of the law, who had come from every village of Galilee and from Judea and Jerusalem, were sitting there.Jesus was getting to be such an amazing speaker that all these teachers came from all over the place and wanted to listen to him.  it's another example of how God's words attract so many people with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/77153621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/77153621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77153621' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-77110473</id><published>2002-05-29T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-29T11:50:46.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>qt: luke 5: 12-16 (The Man with Leprosy)While Jesus was in one of the towns, a man came along who was covered with leprosy.leprous men weren't supposed to be in the town.  they were supposed to be outside the town because they were ugly to look at and supposedly they were very contagious.  this man who was covered with leprosy was probably looked very badly upon, probably mistreated, probably</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/77110473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/77110473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77110473' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-77076963</id><published>2002-05-28T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-28T13:53:10.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've been partying all weekend.  and i got 12 hours of sleep yesterday and today.  thanks be to God...i am healed of the Flu. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/77076963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/77076963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77076963' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-77076834</id><published>2002-05-28T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-28T13:50:07.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>qt (today)luke 5:1-11 (The calling of the First disciples)one day as jesus was standing by the Lake of Gennesaret, with the people crowding around him and listening to the words of God, he saw at the water's edge two boats, left there by the fishermen, who were washing their nets.things to notice: people were crowding around him listening to the words of God.  my gosh, do we believe that?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/77076834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/77076834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77076834' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-77075813</id><published>2002-05-28T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-28T13:23:01.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>qt: (yesterday)luke 4:40-44When the sun was setting, the people brought to Jesus all who had various kinds of sickness, and laying his hands on each one, he healed them.this was still sabbath day.  jewish custom stated that people shouldn't work from the sundown before sabbath day till sundown of sabbath day.  but here, we see the eagerness of the people to go to Jesus...because the sun </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/77075813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/77075813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77075813' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-76961119</id><published>2002-05-25T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-25T09:07:53.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>qt: luke: 4:38-39 (Jesus heals many)Jesus left the synagogue (this is after he has called the demon out of that man) and went to the home of Simon. Now Simon's mother-in-law was suffering from a high fever and they asked Jesus to help her.a few things that i noticed:  peter was married and he was yet able to leave everything behind and follow jesus.  his wife did not distract him from his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76961119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76961119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76961119' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-76931804</id><published>2002-05-24T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-24T11:10:19.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>qt: Luke 4:31-37 (Jesus drives out an evil spirit)"Then he went down to Capernaum, a town in Galilee, and on the Sabbath began to teach the people." - knowing nothing about where Capernaum is...but this is the custom of what Jesus seems to normally do on Sabbath day.  He normally goes to some town and on the Sabbath somehow he has the authority to teach the people.  Maybe it was the times back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76931804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76931804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76931804' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-76894114</id><published>2002-05-23T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-23T12:49:22.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>qt: luke 4:14-30 (Jesus Rejected at Nazareth part II)this is right after Jesus walks out of the synagogue in Nazareth after saying "The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because he has annointed me to preach good news to the poor.  He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, to release the oppressed, to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor." THis is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76894114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76894114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76894114' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-76846073</id><published>2002-05-22T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T09:59:39.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think today's qt should have been nicknamed,"Why do we have the Holy Spirit? - Jesus's reminder."hehehehe, cool beans, cool cool cool beans.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76846073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76846073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76846073' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-76845989</id><published>2002-05-22T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T09:57:18.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>qt: luke 4:14-21 (Jesus Rejected at Nazareth)v 14-15: "Jesus returned to Galilee in the power of the Spirit, and news about him spread through the whole countryside. He taught in their synagogues, and everyone praised him"He returns to his homeland with the power of the H.S.  He's been away for awhile and ministering to people of other needs.  Now he's gone home.  What happens when he comes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76845989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76845989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76845989' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-76843468</id><published>2002-05-22T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T08:49:17.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my fish died this morning.and i had to flush it down a toilet.dead fish = oh my gosh...that looks sooooo disgusting....I DON"T WANNA TOUCH THE FISHBOWL.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76843468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76843468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76843468' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-76808358</id><published>2002-05-21T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T12:04:38.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my green onions are getting really tall!  it's so cool. =)anyone wanna watch my fish and onions for 2 weeks?  i have to go to Dominican Republic.june 3 - june 15.oh yeah, crackers and salsa and cheese is really yummy=( but i don't have any running water in my apt. =(          i wanna shower!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76808358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76808358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76808358' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-76808094</id><published>2002-05-21T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T11:56:46.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>qt:John 4:1-13 (The temptation of Jesus)Jesus, full of the Holy Spirit, returned from the Jordan and was led by the Spirit in the desert, where for forty days he was tempted by the devil.  things to note:  Jesus was full of the Holy Spirit, He was led by the Holy Spirit, this was right after His baptism.  Jesus, when He was tempted, was still full of the Holy Spirit.  The Holy Spirit never</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76808094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76808094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76808094' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-76763013</id><published>2002-05-20T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T10:23:15.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today: i was reviewing the passage that was studied on sunday.  the things that i notice a second time reading the passage:Jacob goes beyond just working.  He does the best of his job that he can do.  He gives his work his all because he knows that he is not really working for Laban buyt he is working for his God.  How can i change so that no matter if someone sees me or not, I will be working </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76763013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76763013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76763013' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-76762564</id><published>2002-05-20T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T10:10:03.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday: message at Mosaic church.first the passage: Genesis 29:31 - Genesis 30:43so...backing up a little bit before Genesis 29:31.Jacob works for 7 years for Laban for the hand of Rachel, Laban's younger daughter.  He works the seven years, and on his wedding night, he instead gets Leah, Laban's older daughter.  This is a result of his earlier deception to his father and brother.  the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76762564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76762564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76762564' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-76701006</id><published>2002-05-18T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-18T12:18:44.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and whaddya know...that was the passage for the day....=)Exodus 34:29-35: "When Moses ame down from Mount Sinai with the two tablets of the Testimony in his hands, he was not aware that his face was radiant because he had spoken with the LORD.  When Aaron and all the Israelites saw Moses, his face was radiant, and they were afraid to come near him.  But Moses called to them; so Aaron and all the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76701006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76701006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76701006' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-76700821</id><published>2002-05-18T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-18T12:11:37.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's occurred to me, while i was worshipping in song to the Lord that while I spend a whole lot of my time and energy for Him and for His glory, many people closest to me do not know the Lord.  They see me with all my problems and all my sins and all the things that I don't get right or do very well.  I'm not very patient, I tend to work at whatever speed I like to work at, I don't usually think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76700821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76700821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76700821' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-76668770</id><published>2002-05-17T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-17T12:27:09.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it posted! yay!oh yeah, i now have 6 onion sprouts and a happy silly fish swimming in its tank.  it seems happier with algae in the bowl.  anyone know why?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76668770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76668770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76668770' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-76668549</id><published>2002-05-17T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-17T12:21:34.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had finished 1/2 hour of journaling and then stupid blogger froze up and forgot everything. =P  Here's a short summary of what I learned...rewritten...not as good as before...stupid blogger.qt: (today)luke 1-3:"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests." - May God find favor with me: help me to be more faithful."Soveriegn Lord, as you have promised, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76668549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76668549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76668549' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-76667992</id><published>2002-05-17T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-17T12:05:33.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>qt: (yesterday)worship God with all your heart, soul, and mind.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76667992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76667992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76667992' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-76632746</id><published>2002-05-16T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-16T13:45:22.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>qt: (yesterday)God gave King Jehu the message to go kill his master and all of his master's household.  He does so, with "zeal for the Lord."  But God sees in his heart, and how he did things that might have looked like zeal for the Lord to other people outside, but inside he was really thinking aobut his own political stability and stuff and how it would benefit him in the long run.  To say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76632746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76632746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76632746' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-76562541</id><published>2002-05-14T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-14T20:20:18.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy birthday, cheryl. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76562541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76562541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76562541' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-76561851</id><published>2002-05-14T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-14T20:02:52.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i'm reading several passages today from songs of songs (or songs of solomon, if you prefer)  this is what i learned about love."do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires"the rest of the songs of songs i don't quite get.  i mean he loves her, she loves him....and then all of a sudden he's disappeared and she goes bezonkers...and then he's in some nut grove and whatnot.  anyhow.  that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76561851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76561851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76561851' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-76529878</id><published>2002-05-14T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-14T01:37:28.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy birthday tiffany. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76529878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76529878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76529878' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-76511840</id><published>2002-05-13T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-13T15:28:06.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today i was reminded of how God's ways are different from my own.the passage i reading the bible today was about how the kingdom of heaven will be like someone who owns a vineyard.  and how that person goes out early in the morning and ever three hours after that and gets workers to work in his vineyard.  and then he lines up all the people, the last ones he invited to work in his vineyard to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76511840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76511840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76511840' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-76471893</id><published>2002-05-12T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-12T15:19:24.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lessons for the faithful from the field:-you reap what you sow: if you sow, then you can reap.  you can't reap what you have not sown.  if you sow good seed, good fruit; bad seed, bad fruit.-you reap where you sow: you will only reap where you have sown.  you can't reap what you have not sown.-you reap in proportion to what you sow: the more you sow, the more you reap.  the less you sow, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76471893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76471893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76471893' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-76454258</id><published>2002-05-12T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-12T01:24:55.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it works. =)anyways, so today, i spent 6.5 hours in the library with my math 128a book.  i can't believe that i spent that much time in the library learning material that's on my final in a week.  hopefully it all turns out good and the studying time isn't for nothing.  oh yeah, and PRAISE GOD!  dude, i got my orange Dominican Republic cards back, $125, $20, and $500!  WOWs!  i couldn't believe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76454258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76454258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76454258' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506800.post-76448345</id><published>2002-05-11T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-11T21:00:19.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow.  this is cool.  does this actually work?  my gosh....i get a new homepage. =)  YAY me.  okay.  let's push the post and publish thingy and see if this really works.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76448345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506800/posts/default/76448345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmakjr.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76448345' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090842779300458190</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></entry></feed>
