<?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-4745664817359594921</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:15:43.660-08:00</updated><category term='Racism'/><category term='Doing What&apos;s Right'/><category term='The Bible'/><category term='Friends with God'/><category term='Spiritual Realm'/><category term='Human Nature'/><category term='Trusting God'/><title type='text'>Behind Enemy Lines</title><subtitle type='html'>"Experience is a hard teacher because she gives the test first, the lesson afterwards."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>God's Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10330301025355869568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9xWQe5FaZgU/R-L3CuurZaI/AAAAAAAAABY/tXsPQMa7rog/S220/smile%2520cat.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745664817359594921.post-7352406543378003860</id><published>2008-05-12T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:49:13.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, goodbye Blogger!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Come see me at my new blog on word press! &lt;a href="http://sajawrites.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://sajawrites.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are thinking of starting a blog, I recommend &lt;a href="http://wordpress.com/"&gt;Word Press&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745664817359594921-7352406543378003860?l=twistythetornado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/feeds/7352406543378003860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745664817359594921&amp;postID=7352406543378003860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/7352406543378003860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/7352406543378003860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-goodbye-blogger.html' title='Finally, goodbye Blogger!!!!!'/><author><name>God's Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10330301025355869568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9xWQe5FaZgU/R-L3CuurZaI/AAAAAAAAABY/tXsPQMa7rog/S220/smile%2520cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745664817359594921.post-7246557851075030629</id><published>2008-05-09T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T12:29:14.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends with God'/><title type='text'>Worried?</title><content type='html'>Mathew 6:26-27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow, reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Aren't you much more valuable than they? Who of you can add a single hour to his life by worrying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem with worrying, just as many others. As I try to go to sleep at night, my mind reels thoughts at a million miles an hour. There's simply too much to think about. I bet if I never got tired, I could stay awake all night just thinking about yesterday or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most common thoughts, though, are the ones where the thought isn't complete. The ones where you have to solve a problem. The ones where the ending is unknown. These keep you awake hours upon hours thinking about how you're going to solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where God comes in. He is the one who created us, he takes care of us, he even keeps the universe intact. How is it that we turn away from his safety so easily for our evil world's false assurance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we need to survive this life is him. When I start to worry like that, I put myself in check. I recognize what I am doing and I give it to God. And in Jesus name, the devil gets behind me. I do not ever have to fear him, and I do not have to worry because Jesus has my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever thoughts satan puts in my mind to try to destroy me, I'll trade with God and get peace of mind instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745664817359594921-7246557851075030629?l=twistythetornado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/feeds/7246557851075030629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745664817359594921&amp;postID=7246557851075030629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/7246557851075030629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/7246557851075030629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/2008/05/worried.html' title='Worried?'/><author><name>God's Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10330301025355869568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9xWQe5FaZgU/R-L3CuurZaI/AAAAAAAAABY/tXsPQMa7rog/S220/smile%2520cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745664817359594921.post-3978361277644600634</id><published>2008-03-21T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T12:38:46.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doing What&apos;s Right'/><title type='text'>The Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If we don't change the direction we're going, we're likely to end up where we're headed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God created the Earth, He made it so perfectly that sometimes we just stare at it in awe of nature's greatest wonders. God gave the Earth to Adam and Eve. He also gave them the responsibility of taking care of the Earth. Adam and Eve were kicked out of the garden after their mistake of disobeying God. But even outside of the garden, God stayed with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Earth is the second best gift God has ever given us (the first being his son, Jesus). And taking care of the Earth is a very important task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book of Genesis, sometime after God created the Earth, the only good man left was Noah. So God destroyed the Earth with a huge flood and said He would never again destroy the Earth with water . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why a lot of Christians are not concerned about global warming. They think, &lt;em&gt;The polar ice caps are not going to melt. God said he wouldn't destroy the Earth with water again. And isn't God in charge of everything? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two problems with this statement. (1) Yes, God &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; say He wouldn't destroy the Earth with a flood again, but that doesn't mean that if a world-wide flood did occur because of global warming, that it would be &lt;em&gt;His &lt;/em&gt;fault. (2) Yes, God &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;in charge of everything, but that doesn't mean He's going to fix everything that goes wrong. Especially if it's our fault. He told us to protect the Earth---are we doing that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this; you just got the most awesome gift, the thing you wanted most in the whole world. It's so unique too, you will &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; find another "thing" like it &lt;em&gt;anywhere&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you keep it sacred, protect it, and cherish it? Do you do everything in your power to keep it brand new? With out even a scratch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do you get bored with it after a while? You love it for the first while, but eventually, it starts to lose its value. And you end up forgetting its even there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think that would make the giver feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latter of the two options is exactly how most of us treat the Earth. This is a gift God gave us. How do you think it makes Him feel when we trash it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we correct our parents' mistakes? If we don't, our children will never forgive us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we change the direction of the fate of the Earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we love God enough to step out of our comfort zone and make a difference?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745664817359594921-3978361277644600634?l=twistythetornado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/feeds/3978361277644600634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745664817359594921&amp;postID=3978361277644600634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/3978361277644600634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/3978361277644600634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/2008/03/gift.html' title='The Gift'/><author><name>God's Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10330301025355869568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9xWQe5FaZgU/R-L3CuurZaI/AAAAAAAAABY/tXsPQMa7rog/S220/smile%2520cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745664817359594921.post-3860883783607235239</id><published>2007-11-22T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:03:39.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends with God'/><title type='text'>Clinging and Slacking</title><content type='html'>Do you remember when you were young, and as you would fall asleep, you would cling to a stuffed animal? Then in the morning the animal would be at the foot of your bed, maybe on the floor, or even clear across the room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that in many ways this is like one's relationship with God. One day, we're clinging to God, praying, reading the Bible, worshipping. The next, you're slacking. Not making the right choices, not praying, you skip the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon, your whole life is like that. One day, your clinging; another you're slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something I need to work on. I need to work on reading my Bible every day, praying more often, and stuff like that --- for me. I am getting better. I pray every night and every morning. I am praying more each day. Doing these things keeps me focused on what really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lot of people do (and this is not a good thing) is they are only really close to God during hard times in their lives. Then, they go back to their old ways after the bad times have passed. It shouldn't be that way. We should be willing to pursue a relationship with God at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is pursuing a relationship with you all the time. It's just a matter of when you are ready to complete the circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants more than anything for you to know him as a Father. When you die, and you're standing at the gates of heaven, He wants to be able to say He knows you. And He wants to let you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's your choice, not His --- isn't that amazing? Are you going to gladly walk through the pearly gates? You decide; it's your decision, and the most important one you'll ever make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745664817359594921-3860883783607235239?l=twistythetornado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/feeds/3860883783607235239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745664817359594921&amp;postID=3860883783607235239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/3860883783607235239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/3860883783607235239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/2007/11/clinging-and-slacking.html' title='Clinging and Slacking'/><author><name>God's Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10330301025355869568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9xWQe5FaZgU/R-L3CuurZaI/AAAAAAAAABY/tXsPQMa7rog/S220/smile%2520cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745664817359594921.post-5979122618749758872</id><published>2007-11-20T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:27:52.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends with God'/><title type='text'>Left Behind</title><content type='html'>I'm currently reading the "Left Behind" series. And I love it! But the books really get you wondering, "What would happen if the rapture were to happen right now?" But we push the idea from our head right? It's ridiculous, it won't happen right now. It can't; I have my whole life ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you start thinking like that, you're heading into a dangerous place. Maybe you think like that because you are young, but that brings us to the issue: How old are you when you can't get into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heaven&lt;/span&gt; free anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first of all, I believe that except for babies and young children, no one gets into to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heaven&lt;/span&gt; free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Rapture is the concept of God taking all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;believers&lt;/span&gt; and real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Christians&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;heaven&lt;/span&gt;, all material is left behind. But the non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;believers&lt;/span&gt; stay on earth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; the 7 year treaty is signed, and the last 7 years the planet will ever see begins.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is right around the time of late preteens-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;early teens&lt;/span&gt;, when getting serious about your walk with God is really important. There is no specific you-can't-get-into-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;heaven&lt;/span&gt;-free-anymore-because-you-are-this-age rule. It is all about innocence. Once you learn the importance about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;believing&lt;/span&gt; in Jesus, you are all set to take on a life-long responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't have to worry about being left behind, I love the Lord with all my heart. That's why it's my job to help others to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt;. I do what I can to help others with that. But it's difficult when others don't care. Either they don't know anything about God, or they don't want to be involved because Christians around them are so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to another problem. Christians think they are so right, that they can force non-believers into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt; God. But most of the time, the non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;believers&lt;/span&gt; are pushed away from the truth because that reason itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Rapture, the Rapture used to scare me a lot. It scared my sister, too. Sometimes, just to scare each other, we would try to trick each other by changing our clothes when the other was out of the room, lay our others clothes on the ground neatly (as if we were "taken up but our clothes were left behind"), and hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was one time when I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;believed&lt;/span&gt; I had been left behind. Then I would see my mother and father around me. If the Rapture had happened, they would have been taken too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have no worries about not getting into heaven. And I can't wait &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; that day comes, but now that I'm secure and confident, I need to help my friends and my younger siblings to my position as well. And I have no doubt that we will all walk together in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745664817359594921-5979122618749758872?l=twistythetornado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/feeds/5979122618749758872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745664817359594921&amp;postID=5979122618749758872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/5979122618749758872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/5979122618749758872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-dont-wanna-be-left-behind.html' title='Left Behind'/><author><name>God's Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10330301025355869568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9xWQe5FaZgU/R-L3CuurZaI/AAAAAAAAABY/tXsPQMa7rog/S220/smile%2520cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745664817359594921.post-8521389187541492850</id><published>2007-10-29T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:45:58.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human Nature'/><title type='text'>The Servant of All</title><content type='html'>The ranking system. So not cool --- people base your importance on your position in your family, school, church and city. Everybody is equal, so what is the ranking system all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans naturally like to be more important, and more valuable. But most people seeking high value and importance are seeking those things for the wrong reasons. They don't seem to realize that the more powerful you are, the more people you serve. And the more people you serve, the lower you are on the scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was the most important of all, and yet at the same time, he was the servant of all. Psalm 118:22 says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stone rejected by the builders has now become the corner stone. This is the Lord's doing and it is marvelous to see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cornerstone is the most important of all stones because it supports all the other stones. Jesus was the chief corner stone, created the universe for goodness-sake! His is &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; cornerstone! And yet, He serves us all, He holds everything together for &lt;em&gt;us.&lt;/em&gt; He makes everything work for good for &lt;em&gt;us &lt;/em&gt;In fact, most of the stuff he does is for &lt;em&gt;us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the ranking thing. In a church, everybody looks up to the pastor, they all count on him to show up to church on Sunday morning. He basically &lt;em&gt;works&lt;/em&gt; for the congregation. While the one person in the back of the sanctuary is on the verge of deciding whether to commit to Jesus or to not. This person is serving no one, therefore, he is the most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is that if anyone wants to have any sort of importance at all they must be willing to be just as much a servant as they are a leader. And if you serve, know that you are important though you may not see it yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745664817359594921-8521389187541492850?l=twistythetornado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/feeds/8521389187541492850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745664817359594921&amp;postID=8521389187541492850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/8521389187541492850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/8521389187541492850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/2007/10/servant-of-all.html' title='The Servant of All'/><author><name>God's Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10330301025355869568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9xWQe5FaZgU/R-L3CuurZaI/AAAAAAAAABY/tXsPQMa7rog/S220/smile%2520cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745664817359594921.post-2172957680256044860</id><published>2007-10-29T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T10:17:52.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trusting God'/><title type='text'>Miracles</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There can be miracles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though hope is frail,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's hard to kill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who knows what miracles,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can achieve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you believe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow you will,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will when you believe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will when you believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stephen Schwartz (1948 - )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite songs, not only because it's beautiful, but because it is true. I am reading Acts right now, so I'm reading about different times where miracles have happened like when Peter healed the crippled man. Like many, I used to think it was impossible to perform a miracle myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day, my dad's friend Darren (we called him Doughnut because I couldn't pronounce his name when I very young), had hurt his ankle and had to walk with crutches. My sister and I were so young then, we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;infinite&lt;/span&gt; hope that if we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;merely&lt;/span&gt; laid our hands on him, prayed, and commanded his leg to be healed, he would be able to walk. So we did just that. The very next moment, he could walk. We were amazed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I was always confident that I could pray for anything and I would get it. But then my cat, Mr. P.C. (Mr. Personality Cat or Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Privileged&lt;/span&gt; Character --- it depends which of my parents you ask) died. He was my best friend, and it was so sudden. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doctors&lt;/span&gt; think he died from a stroke. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the next ten hours or so, he was in a box in the garage. I prayed my heart out for him to come back to life. The only reason my parents kept his body out was because I was so sure he would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;resurrected&lt;/span&gt;. That "resurrection" never came. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;barely&lt;/span&gt; even remember, but my parents buried him in the backyard late that night in the rain, in a flower bed. My heart was shattered that I would never see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I was so young back then, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;grief&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;overwhelming&lt;/span&gt;. Why hadn't God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;answered the way &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; wanted Him to?&lt;/span&gt; I don't know exactly why, but I do know that He does have a reason for everything. And His reason is good enough for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745664817359594921-2172957680256044860?l=twistythetornado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/feeds/2172957680256044860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745664817359594921&amp;postID=2172957680256044860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/2172957680256044860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/2172957680256044860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/2007/10/miracles.html' title='Miracles'/><author><name>God's Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10330301025355869568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9xWQe5FaZgU/R-L3CuurZaI/AAAAAAAAABY/tXsPQMa7rog/S220/smile%2520cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745664817359594921.post-4492875368523095155</id><published>2007-10-29T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T10:20:55.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Realm'/><title type='text'>Trapped</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel trapped. Trapped in and limited to this one world, one life, one body, and one perspective. Being a human, I can reach out, but I can only reach so far. I need more, a sense of something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when the spiritual realm comes in. Something that no one can see or hear, but we can sense it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who said only humans can sense it? Well, I used to have a cat named Iris. One time, we were praying for a friend in our living room. Towards the end of the prayer, Iris had a sudden and total change of character. Her pupils covered her eyes entirely. She was almost baring her teeth, and she made a horrible growling noise as she warned something to get out...or else. Then, with the deathly look on her face, watched something unseen move across the room. Finally, whatever it was, a demon, an evil spirit, exited. After this, all was normal. This is how the story goes as told by my parents so many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something supernatural had happened then. The spiritual realm was temporarily tapped into. And we had God-given power to eliminate "the thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not the first time something like this has happened, nor will it be the last. The moral of the story is that we have power to do things that may seem impossible at times, but nothing is impossible when we call on the Lord Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745664817359594921-4492875368523095155?l=twistythetornado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/feeds/4492875368523095155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745664817359594921&amp;postID=4492875368523095155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/4492875368523095155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/4492875368523095155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/2007/10/traped.html' title='Trapped'/><author><name>God's Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10330301025355869568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9xWQe5FaZgU/R-L3CuurZaI/AAAAAAAAABY/tXsPQMa7rog/S220/smile%2520cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745664817359594921.post-7767169870408827492</id><published>2007-10-06T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T20:08:25.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bible'/><title type='text'>My Friend, the Bible</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel empty. Really empty. So I'll just wander around my house trying to find something to do. I'll end up upstairs, then downstairs, then upstairs again. I can't explain to anyone how I feel. No, I'm not bored. There are plenty of things to do, like the laundry, email, feed the cats, read, work on my blog, but something's missing. Maybe I have an idea, maybe I don't.&lt;br /&gt;This particular day, Saturday, October 5th, 2007, I am tired, and bored, too. But it's more than that. So I decided to conquer another chapter of that big, black, leather covered book on my desk. Yes, you guessed it: my Bible.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes reading the Bible means stepping out of our comfort zone. No matter how scared and uncomfortable we are, we need to be brave enough to learn our faults and correct them. The Bible has a way of pointing out the things we've done wrong, but it also compliments us of the things we do right. I don't know about you, but I feel good after reading the Bible. Every time. It's supernatural, hearing voices from centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;Written by man, the Bible can't possibly be perfect, can it? Well, the text no. But there is a perfect, God-inspired message inside the imperfectness of the mortal-written book: love.&lt;br /&gt;The Living Word, my partner, and my friend forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chapter from the Bible that I read is: Psalm 48.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745664817359594921-7767169870408827492?l=twistythetornado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/feeds/7767169870408827492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745664817359594921&amp;postID=7767169870408827492' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/7767169870408827492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/7767169870408827492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-friend-bible.html' title='My Friend, the Bible'/><author><name>God's Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10330301025355869568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9xWQe5FaZgU/R-L3CuurZaI/AAAAAAAAABY/tXsPQMa7rog/S220/smile%2520cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745664817359594921.post-2208801983086863236</id><published>2007-09-10T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T20:11:01.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human Nature'/><title type='text'>The word "want"</title><content type='html'>Everybody knows that the car in the Monopoly game is the most popular token of all of them. There are so many choices. But for some reason, the car token seems to be the most common choice. Maybe it's because it's the biggest or because it looks cool. It doesn't matter. This relates to how picky we are. As humans we &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; what we &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; and we'll do what we can to get it. Sometimes this means hurting some one's feelings by being inconsiderate to what other people prefer or &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And what about the word "&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt; Even as I write I don't &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to write that word so often. The truth is the human race "&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;wants&lt;/span&gt;." Maybe by being content with what we have, and realizing that maybe we are not the center of the universe, we can show progress in our attitude. We can not possibly eliminate &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;wants&lt;/span&gt; completely, but we can however improve our need to have everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745664817359594921-2208801983086863236?l=twistythetornado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/feeds/2208801983086863236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745664817359594921&amp;postID=2208801983086863236' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/2208801983086863236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/2208801983086863236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/2007/09/word-want.html' title='The word &quot;want&quot;'/><author><name>God's Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10330301025355869568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9xWQe5FaZgU/R-L3CuurZaI/AAAAAAAAABY/tXsPQMa7rog/S220/smile%2520cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745664817359594921.post-8109828745592621250</id><published>2007-09-08T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T12:37:01.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doing What&apos;s Right'/><title type='text'>One lunch period at a time</title><content type='html'>I like the way my youth pastor tells his stories, but not only the way he tells them, but the stories themselves. Yesterday, wait, two days ago, was his last lesson and he has a way of telling them so that you're really into his lessons. He mixes stories from his childhood into his lessons. This time his story was about when he was in middle school, this was his story.&lt;br /&gt;"I was in middle school and I didn't really have any friends.&lt;br /&gt;Then one day this guy came up to me and said, "Do you want a piece of chocolate?"&lt;br /&gt;So I said, "Sure" so I ate it and seven other people came up to me and gave me a piece of chocolate. I couldn't figure out why. Later, people came up to me and were asking me if I felt alright.&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Yeah---no wait a minute, I feel kind of weird in my stomach area."&lt;br /&gt;The guy started busting up laughing and said, "You just ate eight pieces of x-lax! One piece makes you poop all day and you just ate eight!" So I set up camp on the toilet and that was the end of that.&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy named Tim who had all the clothes, he had all the shoes---everything and he was the nicest guy ever! And one day I was eating lunch by myself as usual them Tim came and sat next to me and asked if I had any friends I said no. So he said he'd be my friend from then on and he was my friend all throughout school."&lt;br /&gt;I had never heard such a cool story in my life. So the next day, I went to school and before I sat down with my friends I looked over the lunch room to see if any one was sitting by them self. Well no one that day, but the next day there was. So I sat down with him and asked if he had any friends he said not really. Then I asked who he usually sat with and he said nobody so I told him I would be his friend. He said okay and so I just talked to him for the lunch period.&lt;br /&gt;The world would be so much cooler if everybody decided to meet somebody new and actually take the time to get to know each other. One by one we can make a difference in some one's life---one lunch period at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745664817359594921-8109828745592621250?l=twistythetornado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/feeds/8109828745592621250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745664817359594921&amp;postID=8109828745592621250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/8109828745592621250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/8109828745592621250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-lunch-period-at-time.html' title='One lunch period at a time'/><author><name>God's Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10330301025355869568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9xWQe5FaZgU/R-L3CuurZaI/AAAAAAAAABY/tXsPQMa7rog/S220/smile%2520cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745664817359594921.post-7386841844598925835</id><published>2007-09-08T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:10:35.702-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Racism'/><title type='text'>The color of difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xWQe5FaZgU/RuMc5UM_JRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/W-8CGz66IpQ/s1600-h/heartlion,tiger.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107958173369574674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xWQe5FaZgU/RuMc5UM_JRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/W-8CGz66IpQ/s200/heartlion,tiger.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107957962916177154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 3px" height="66" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xWQe5FaZgU/RuMctEM_JQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OkWqC64D4F4/s200/heartlion,tiger.bmp" width="107" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was younger, I just so happened to like this guy who had a different skin color than mine. Everybody said, "How can he ever like you? He's black and you're white." Now this confused me. I couldn't figure out why this mattered so much to people. After all, it's not a crime for two different people with two different colors of skin to like each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurt to hear them say that. It hurt like I had been slapped in the face. I had finally been exposed to real life. Nobody really cares about your heart, but they &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; care about visual differences. It's not like it's against the law to like some one different than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you have ever noticed, but everybody in the world is different! So it's not impossible for someone not to love or like some one different than them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world needs work --- a lot of work. Racism is a poison that is tearing this world apart. Sometimes I wonder if the world will ever change. Look at the picture above. If a tiger and a lion can get over their differences, so can we.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745664817359594921-7386841844598925835?l=twistythetornado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/feeds/7386841844598925835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745664817359594921&amp;postID=7386841844598925835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/7386841844598925835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745664817359594921/posts/default/7386841844598925835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistythetornado.blogspot.com/2007/09/color-of-difference.html' title='The color of difference'/><author><name>God's Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10330301025355869568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9xWQe5FaZgU/R-L3CuurZaI/AAAAAAAAABY/tXsPQMa7rog/S220/smile%2520cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xWQe5FaZgU/RuMc5UM_JRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/W-8CGz66IpQ/s72-c/heartlion,tiger.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
