<?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-1274263104204089154</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:05:35.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Naphtali is a doe set free, who speaks beautiful words... Genesis 49:21</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naphtalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274263104204089154/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naphtalimarie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marie</name><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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274263104204089154.post-1932220504322595659</id><published>2008-03-27T19:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T19:58:16.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Kingdom of God is righteousness, peace, and joy in the Holy Spirit. Romans 14:17&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274263104204089154-1932220504322595659?l=naphtalimarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naphtalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1932220504322595659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274263104204089154&amp;postID=1932220504322595659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274263104204089154/posts/default/1932220504322595659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274263104204089154/posts/default/1932220504322595659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naphtalimarie.blogspot.com/2008/03/kingdom-of-god-is-righteousness-peace.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274263104204089154.post-1815100155626245269</id><published>2008-03-26T23:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:59:12.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;3 May today there be peace within. May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith... May you be content knowing you are a child of God... Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise, and love. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274263104204089154-1815100155626245269?l=naphtalimarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naphtalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1815100155626245269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274263104204089154&amp;postID=1815100155626245269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274263104204089154/posts/default/1815100155626245269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274263104204089154/posts/default/1815100155626245269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naphtalimarie.blogspot.com/2008/03/3-may-today-there-be-peace-within.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274263104204089154.post-211251171326660690</id><published>2008-03-24T16:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T16:41:25.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>***Blame shuts the door on repentance, for blame comes to us so much more easily than self-incrimination.***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274263104204089154-211251171326660690?l=naphtalimarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naphtalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/211251171326660690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274263104204089154&amp;postID=211251171326660690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274263104204089154/posts/default/211251171326660690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274263104204089154/posts/default/211251171326660690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naphtalimarie.blogspot.com/2008/03/blame-shuts-door-on-repentance-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274263104204089154.post-5120557118017956557</id><published>2008-03-12T12:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T13:03:35.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WAIT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I plead and I wept for a clue to my fate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the Master so gently said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Child, you must wait"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Wait? You say, wait!" my indignant reply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is Your hand shortened? Or have You not heard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By faith, I have asked, and am claiming Your Word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My future and all to which I can relate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hangs in the balance and YOU tell me to WAIT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm needing a "Yes", a go-ahead sign,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or even a "No" to which I can resign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Lord, You promised that if we believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We need but to ask, and we shall receive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As my Master replied once again, "You must wait."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And grumbled to God, "So I'm waiting... for what?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He seemed, then, to kneel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And His eyes wept with mine, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You would have what you want-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, you wouldn't know Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'd not know the power I give to the faint;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'd not know the joy of resting in Me;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When darkness and silence were all you could see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'd never experience that fullness of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'd know that I give and I save, for a start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The glow of My comfort late into the night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The faith that I give when you walk without sight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of an infinite God, who makes what you have last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Youd never know, should your pain quickly flee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What it means that, "My grace is sufficient for thee."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, your dreams for your loved one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Overnight would come true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Oh, the Loss! If I lost what I'm doing in you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, be silent, My child, and in time you will see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And though oft' may My answers seem terribly late,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My most precious of answer of all is still, "Wait."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope this is an encouragement to you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274263104204089154-5120557118017956557?l=naphtalimarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naphtalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5120557118017956557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274263104204089154&amp;postID=5120557118017956557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274263104204089154/posts/default/5120557118017956557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274263104204089154/posts/default/5120557118017956557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naphtalimarie.blogspot.com/2008/03/wait-desperately-helplessly-longingly-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274263104204089154.post-7020956376495166558</id><published>2008-03-03T13:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:58:22.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so empty... Jesus, fill me! Fill me with You... Your LOVE. Your HOPE. Your JOY. Your PEACE. Your PATIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“We're never so vulnerable than when we trust someone - but paradoxically, if we cannot trust, neither can we find love or joy” -Walter Anderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274263104204089154-7020956376495166558?l=naphtalimarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naphtalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7020956376495166558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274263104204089154&amp;postID=7020956376495166558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274263104204089154/posts/default/7020956376495166558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274263104204089154/posts/default/7020956376495166558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naphtalimarie.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-so-empty.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274263104204089154.post-3574889656476812117</id><published>2008-02-29T00:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T00:22:44.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So... evaluations are in a week... I can't wait :-) ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274263104204089154-3574889656476812117?l=naphtalimarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naphtalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3574889656476812117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274263104204089154&amp;postID=3574889656476812117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274263104204089154/posts/default/3574889656476812117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274263104204089154/posts/default/3574889656476812117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naphtalimarie.blogspot.com/2008/02/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274263104204089154.post-702282497414945128</id><published>2008-02-27T00:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T01:03:39.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Love Me" by JJ Heller</title><content type='html'>He cries in the corner where nobody sees.. He's the kid with the story no one would believe... He prays every night "Dear God won't you please, could you send someone here who will love me"...&lt;br /&gt;Who will love me for me? Not for what I have done or what I will become.. Who will love me for me... 'Cause nobody has shown me what love, what love really means....&lt;br /&gt;Her office is shrinking a little each day.. She's the woman whose husband has run away.. She'll go to the gym after working today... Maybe if she was thinner then he would've stayed.. And she says....&lt;br /&gt;Who will love me for me? Not for what I have done or what I will become.. Who will love me for me... 'Cause nobody has shown me what love, what love really means...&lt;br /&gt;He's waiting to die as he sits all alone... He's a man in a cell who regrets what he's done... He utters a cry from the depths of his soul, "Oh Lord, forgive me I want to go home!" Then he heard a voice... somewhere deep inside... And it said, "I know you've murdered... and I know you've lied... I've watched you suffer... all of your life... And now that you'll listen... I'll tell you that..."&lt;br /&gt;I will love you for you! Not for what you have done or what you will become... I will love you for you! I will give you the love, the love, that you never knew!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274263104204089154-702282497414945128?l=naphtalimarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naphtalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/702282497414945128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274263104204089154&amp;postID=702282497414945128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274263104204089154/posts/default/702282497414945128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274263104204089154/posts/default/702282497414945128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naphtalimarie.blogspot.com/2008/02/he-cries-in-corner-where-nobody-sees.html' title='&quot;Love Me&quot; by JJ Heller'/><author><name>Marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274263104204089154.post-2195980397484628299</id><published>2008-02-26T00:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:04:47.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The best and easiest time to write is when the heart's cup is filled with the liquids of emotion....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274263104204089154-2195980397484628299?l=naphtalimarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naphtalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2195980397484628299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274263104204089154&amp;postID=2195980397484628299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274263104204089154/posts/default/2195980397484628299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274263104204089154/posts/default/2195980397484628299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naphtalimarie.blogspot.com/2008/02/best-and-easiest-time-to-write-is-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274263104204089154.post-9063923639631357931</id><published>2008-02-19T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T17:25:52.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Others May... You May Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;If God has called you to really be like Jesus, He will draw you into a life of crucifixion and humility, and put upon you such demands of obedience, that you will not be able to follow other people, or measure yourself by other Christians, and in many ways He will seem to let other people do things which He will not let you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Christians and ministers who seem very religious and useful, may push themselves, pull strings, and work schemes to carry out their plans, but you cannot do it, and if you attempt it, you will meet with such failure and rebuke from the Lord as to make you sorely penitent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others may boast of themselves, of their work, of their successes, of their writings, but the Holy Spirit will not allow you to do any such thing, and if you begin it, He will lead you into some deep mortification that will make you despise yourself and all your good works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others may be allowed to succeed in making money, or may have a legacy left to them, but it is likely God will keep you poor, because He wants you to have something far better than gold, namely, a helpless dependance upon Him, that He may have the privilege of supplying your needs day by day, out of an unseen treasury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord may let others be honored and out forward, and keep you hidden in obscurity, because he wants to produce some choice fragrant fruit for His coming glory, which can only be produced in the shade. He may let others be great, but keep you small. He may let others do a work for Him and get the credit for it, but He will make you work and toil on without knowing how much you are doing; and then to make your work still more precious He may let others get credit for the work you have done, and thus make your reward ten times greater when Jesus comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Spirit will put a strict watch over you with a jealous love, and will rebuke you for little words and feelings or for wasting your time, which other Christians never feel distressed over. So make up your mind that God is an infinite Sovereign, and has a right to do as He pleases with His own. He may not explain to you a thousand things which puzzle your reason in His dealings with you, but if you absolutely sell yourself to be His love slave, He will wrap you up in a jealous love, and bestow upon you many blessings which come only to those who are in the inner circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settle it forever, then, that you are to deal directly with the Holy Spirit, and that He is to have the privilege of tying your tongue, or chaining your hand, or closing your eyes, in ways that He does not seem to use with others. Now, when you are so possessed with the living God that your are, in your secret heart, pleased and delighted over this peculiar, personal, private, jealous guardianship and management of the Holy Spirit over your life, you will have found the vestibule of Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are forgotten or neglected, purposely set at naught, and you smile inwardly, glorifying in the insult or oversight, because thereby counted worthy to suffer with Christ --- that is victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your good is evil spoken of, when your wishes are crossed, your taste offended, your advice disregarded, your opinions ridiculed, and you take it all in patient, loving silence --- that is victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are content with any food, any raiment, any climate, any society, any solitude, any interruption by the will of God --- that is victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord Jesus, make Thyself to me&lt;br /&gt;A living, bright Reality;&lt;br /&gt;More present to faith's vision keen&lt;br /&gt;Than any earthly object seen;&lt;br /&gt;More dear, more intimately nigh&lt;br /&gt;Than even the dearest earthly tie." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274263104204089154-9063923639631357931?l=naphtalimarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naphtalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/9063923639631357931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274263104204089154&amp;postID=9063923639631357931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274263104204089154/posts/default/9063923639631357931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274263104204089154/posts/default/9063923639631357931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naphtalimarie.blogspot.com/2008/02/others-may-you-may-not.html' title='Others May... You May Not'/><author><name>Marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274263104204089154.post-6341153424207119222</id><published>2007-12-25T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T20:35:30.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Confusion... Loneliness.. Love... Concern.. Joy... Wonder... Praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for the birth of Your SON!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274263104204089154-6341153424207119222?l=naphtalimarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naphtalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6341153424207119222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274263104204089154&amp;postID=6341153424207119222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274263104204089154/posts/default/6341153424207119222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274263104204089154/posts/default/6341153424207119222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naphtalimarie.blogspot.com/2007/12/confusion.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
