<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534</id><updated>2009-12-26T20:21:28.194-06:00</updated><title type='text'>B His Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-1269089016478688326</id><published>2009-12-22T08:09:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:20:24.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle Tuesday: On A Limb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SzDTq-rCi2I/AAAAAAAABJY/FTp8dte1Jog/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418063087058193250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SzDTq-rCi2I/AAAAAAAABJY/FTp8dte1Jog/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, the crystal turtle.&lt;/strong&gt; She is hanging out on the family tree. Her mission is to reflect light in season and out of season. Today she shares a couple of verses the Lord has 'highlighted' for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arise, &lt;strong&gt;shine&lt;/strong&gt;, for your light has come,and the glory of the Lord rises upon you. See, darkness covers the earth and thick darkness is over the peoples,but the Lord rises upon you and his glory appears over you.&lt;br /&gt;Isa 60:1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; the branch you were created to &lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt;. Color His world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B His Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-1269089016478688326?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1269089016478688326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/turtle-tuesday-on-limb.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/1269089016478688326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/1269089016478688326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/turtle-tuesday-on-limb.html' title='Turtle Tuesday: On A Limb'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SzDTq-rCi2I/AAAAAAAABJY/FTp8dte1Jog/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-3332023403918974659</id><published>2009-12-07T23:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T06:05:57.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle Tuesday:  B and Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rlYvD1xpZ2M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rlYvD1xpZ2M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B His Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-3332023403918974659?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3332023403918974659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/turtle-tuesday-b-and-friends.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/3332023403918974659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/3332023403918974659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/turtle-tuesday-b-and-friends.html' title='Turtle Tuesday:  B and Friends'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-5154109874786836254</id><published>2009-11-24T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:12:54.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle Tuesday: Stuffed with Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SwvrswpXpvI/AAAAAAAABJQ/HHWYJ4hB-XE/s1600/IMG_3411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407674931793602290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SwvrswpXpvI/AAAAAAAABJQ/HHWYJ4hB-XE/s400/IMG_3411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;, the Pocket Turtle&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her message is very simple today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Cares.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cares about EVERYTHING in your life.  There is nothing too big or small for Him to handle.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuck a prayer in your pocket today.  Mark it with love.   He cares for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B His Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-5154109874786836254?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5154109874786836254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/turtle-tuesday-stuffed-with-love.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/5154109874786836254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/5154109874786836254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/turtle-tuesday-stuffed-with-love.html' title='Turtle Tuesday: Stuffed with Love'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SwvrswpXpvI/AAAAAAAABJQ/HHWYJ4hB-XE/s72-c/IMG_3411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-6909308953773875740</id><published>2009-11-11T10:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:27:11.186-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watermark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lord&apos;s Table'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overflow'/><title type='text'>Turtle Tuesday:  Meet Him At the Table</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SvrgV2V3BYI/AAAAAAAABIw/_yqIK3kKX8o/s1600-h/turtle+table+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402877368953406850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SvrgV2V3BYI/AAAAAAAABIw/_yqIK3kKX8o/s400/turtle+table+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;B,&lt;/em&gt; the turtle table &lt;/strong&gt;is stretched out today. Her thoughts are set on feasting at the Lord's table. His goodness is MORE than she can contain. Her cups overflows. Check out the watermark the Lord has left on &lt;em&gt;B.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402880917575598866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SvrjkZ_UgxI/AAAAAAAABJA/-xcyqwqYX3w/s400/turtle+table+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life,and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. PS 23:5-6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lord has marked our place at His table with love.&lt;/strong&gt; Taste and see that the Lord is good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B His Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS sorry for b'ing a day late. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-6909308953773875740?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6909308953773875740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/turtle-tuesday-meet-him-at-table.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/6909308953773875740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/6909308953773875740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/turtle-tuesday-meet-him-at-table.html' title='Turtle Tuesday:  Meet Him At the Table'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SvrgV2V3BYI/AAAAAAAABIw/_yqIK3kKX8o/s72-c/turtle+table+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-665352270715848957</id><published>2009-11-03T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:20:42.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle Tuesday:  Tea for Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Su9fegetVmI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Mg0k646AEhc/s1600-h/turtles+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399639455959963234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Su9fegetVmI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Mg0k646AEhc/s320/turtles+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Months ago I received these two cute turtles in the mail. I decided to save them until I met the bloggy friend who sent them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.teawithtiffany.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiffany, the tea light&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;turtle. God has connected her to &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; in a beautiful way. We share the same light source. I was so excited to meet her in person at the Blogger's Retreat in FL a couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is everything you might imagine if you read her blog. Creative, actually VERY creative, fun, sweet, and she glows! &lt;strong&gt;Tiffany, the tea light turtle&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; have some thoughts about doing some things in ministry together. I believe God had that in mind when this pair of turtles were made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for connecting us.  B His Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Su9esv1vsNI/AAAAAAAABHA/2hX5MTx_Qrc/s1600-h/blogger+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399638601089659090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Su9esv1vsNI/AAAAAAAABHA/2hX5MTx_Qrc/s320/blogger+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-665352270715848957?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/665352270715848957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/turtle-tuesday-tea-for-two.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/665352270715848957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/665352270715848957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/turtle-tuesday-tea-for-two.html' title='Turtle Tuesday:  Tea for Two'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Su9fegetVmI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Mg0k646AEhc/s72-c/turtles+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-6876085494729675180</id><published>2009-10-20T06:00:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T07:17:41.568-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Village'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='color my world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BB&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Turtle Tuesday:  Out of the Box!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/St0sgaz0zFI/AAAAAAAABEo/HmFnnEt7ySk/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394516864123849810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/St0sgaz0zFI/AAAAAAAABEo/HmFnnEt7ySk/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last Tuesday, the Lord gave &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;, the turtle girl&lt;/strong&gt; this message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;, the artist&lt;/strong&gt; aka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.emmauspainting.com"&gt;Betty Shoopman &lt;/a&gt;also received the same message apart from me and recorded it in her journal. God has the &lt;em&gt;BB's&lt;/em&gt; on the same page. We are supposed to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; together&lt;/strong&gt;: ) Today on Turtle Tuesday Betty shares her sketch of what God has called the &lt;em&gt;BB's &lt;/em&gt;to do in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See&lt;/strong&gt; the before and after pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394520545339057010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/St0v2sZ7I3I/AAAAAAAABE4/bV5TU6BB_Mw/s400/ADarkVillageposter.jpg" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/St0uc45oouI/AAAAAAAABEw/UUhNV8X59tE/s1600-h/Color" /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394519002505061090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/St0uc45oouI/AAAAAAAABEw/UUhNV8X59tE/s400/Color" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're here to be light, bringing out the God-&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; in the world.&lt;/strong&gt; God is not a secret to be kept. We're going public with this, as public as a city on a hill. 15 If I make you light-bearers, you don't think I'm going to hide you under a bucket, do you? I'm putting you on a light stand. 16 Now that I've put you there on a hilltop, on a light stand — shine! Keep open house; be generous with your lives. By opening up to others, you'll prompt people to open up with God, this generous Father in heaven. Matt 5:14-16&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where in the world do you need to break open the box and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;B His Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-6876085494729675180?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6876085494729675180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/turtle-tuesday-out-of-box.html#comment-form' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/6876085494729675180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/6876085494729675180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/turtle-tuesday-out-of-box.html' title='Turtle Tuesday:  Out of the Box!!!!!!'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/St0sgaz0zFI/AAAAAAAABEo/HmFnnEt7ySk/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-3216273710869883174</id><published>2009-10-13T05:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:32:13.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle Tuesday: SeeSaw Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SrjIyB9pGOI/AAAAAAAABD4/D6uOIpQeONo/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384274116367423714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SrjIyB9pGOI/AAAAAAAABD4/D6uOIpQeONo/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;, the 'see' turtle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not sure what she sees right now. There are some weeds in her way. &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; is off to speak this morning . She thinks God is going to show her something to report on later.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't&lt;em&gt; B &lt;/em&gt;looking like she is from &lt;a href="http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/turtle-tuesday-are-you-from-sirius.html"&gt;'Serious/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sirius&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;/a&gt;today!&lt;br /&gt;I'll &lt;em&gt;b &lt;/em&gt;back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B His Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from my adventure this morning. To &lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt; perfectly honest with you, I am hesitant to report on what I &lt;strong&gt;saw &lt;/strong&gt;today. It's just a little too much. I'm overwhelmed. He did show me something as I expected and He also reminded me of His incredible sense of humor. Any guesses on what I &lt;strong&gt;saw&lt;/strong&gt; today?&lt;br /&gt;B, the &lt;strong&gt;'see'&lt;/strong&gt; turtle... &lt;strong&gt;saw&lt;/strong&gt; a turtle crossing the road on the way to her speaking engagement. To &lt;strong&gt;see &lt;/strong&gt;a turtle on a Tuesday is special when you're a turtle girl. You know it was ordered in your path. This is not the first time this has happened to &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;. I think the Lord was poking me this morning. &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; was looking all &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt;, as she prepared to speak and the Lord wanted &lt;em&gt;B &lt;/em&gt;to smile. The heaviness the enemy tries to throw on &lt;em&gt;B &lt;/em&gt;every single day fell as she understood the Lord's humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B,&lt;/em&gt; the 'see' turtle&lt;/strong&gt; knows the journey she is on is ordered, even though at times all she &lt;strong&gt;sees &lt;/strong&gt;is weeds. &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; encouraged today even if you can't &lt;strong&gt;see&lt;/strong&gt; a thing. He's there. Remember Moses and his journey reported in Hebrews 11. He persevered because he &lt;strong&gt;saw&lt;/strong&gt; him who is &lt;em&gt;invisible&lt;/em&gt;. Keep the faith. It will &lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt; rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord,And He delights in his way.&lt;br /&gt;Ps 37:23 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;B His Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-3216273710869883174?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3216273710869883174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/turtle-tuesday-deep-calls-to-deep.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/3216273710869883174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/3216273710869883174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/turtle-tuesday-deep-calls-to-deep.html' title='Turtle Tuesday: SeeSaw Faith'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SrjIyB9pGOI/AAAAAAAABD4/D6uOIpQeONo/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-5243935391109038028</id><published>2009-09-22T08:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:07:19.747-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turtles'/><title type='text'>Turtle Tuesday: How Great Thou Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SrjHuD9Y_qI/AAAAAAAABDw/vk0Fkmw5xgM/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384272948672134818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SrjHuD9Y_qI/AAAAAAAABDw/vk0Fkmw5xgM/s400/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B,&lt;/em&gt; the clay turtle&lt;/strong&gt; dishes up a word for all who want to serve the Lord and not man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be&lt;/em&gt;come the kind of container God can use to present any and every kind of gift to his guests for their blessing. 2 Tim 2:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are shaped for His purpose. Let the Lord use you today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;B His Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-5243935391109038028?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5243935391109038028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/turtle-tuesday-art.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/5243935391109038028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/5243935391109038028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/turtle-tuesday-art.html' title='Turtle Tuesday: How Great Thou Art'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SrjHuD9Y_qI/AAAAAAAABDw/vk0Fkmw5xgM/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-7911751161307775033</id><published>2009-09-15T15:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:49:43.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walk by Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B the turtle'/><title type='text'>Turtle Tuesdays: MORE THAN YOU CAN SEE</title><content type='html'>You were probably expecting to see&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;B, the turtle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today. Unfortunately &lt;em&gt;B's&lt;/em&gt; main computer is with the geek squad for the next 3 to 5 days . I had not planned to post today because I did not have any pictures on this old computer for Turtle Tuesday. But God had a plan for &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;. He always does. I LOVE this about the Lord. He knew my dilemma. He had a picture for me. This is the what I saw this morning as I drove Justin to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A rainbow and a real turtle crossing the road. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I knew in my heart the message for all of us on Turtle Tuesday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The Lord's promises are true. He is faithful to what He says. Keep walking by faith even though you can't see where you are headed. It is about who you are following. You will make it to the other side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May God give you strength for the journey. He loves you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;B His Girl&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-7911751161307775033?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7911751161307775033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/turtle-tuesdays-more-than-you-can-see.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/7911751161307775033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/7911751161307775033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/turtle-tuesdays-more-than-you-can-see.html' title='Turtle Tuesdays: MORE THAN YOU CAN SEE'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-5142775597044618050</id><published>2009-09-08T09:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:41:47.877-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God calling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adidas tennis shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B the turtle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turtle Stories'/><title type='text'>Turtle Tuesdays:  Out of the Box!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SqZNIXfuwPI/AAAAAAAABDc/857JkE31p08/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379071611082031346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SqZNIXfuwPI/AAAAAAAABDc/857JkE31p08/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;, the messenger turtle&lt;/strong&gt;. She is not a big part of the story today. Actually she never is: ) She is truly just a reporter, sharing the things she has seen and heard from God. &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; felt compelled to share this good news story with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four homeless men came to our worship service at Flounders Restaurant on Pensacola Beach Sunday. The problem was they arrived a tad late. They overslept and the service had already ended. I recognized one of them immediately as he removed his sunglasses. Sean had attended our services earlier in the summer. Several people offered them water and snacks. I decided to stop what I was doing and visit with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were talking, an image of this shoe box flashed across my mind. My friend Laura had given me a brand new pair of running shoes to share with someone in need. I had passed out lots of school clothes in &lt;em&gt;the Village&lt;/em&gt; a few weeks ago where I serve, but I held on to this box. I felt these shoes were supposed to go to someone homeless. I inquired about their shoe sizes. Sean was the 'Cinderella' in this story. The shoes would fit him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned from my car with the shoe box in hand, Sean and his friend were at a table crying. "What's wrong?" I asked. They had a story to tell &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;. Sean had thrown away his old worn out tennis shoes before they came to our worship service. These homeless men realized God wasted no time providing new shoes for him. I was floored hearing this and so were they.  &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;'ing a good reporter, I realized there was MORE to this shoe story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sean " I stated, "God is after you! You better let Him catch you, because you can't outrun Him!" He hugged me with tears stinging his eyes. You see, Sean did not really miss the message by &lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt;'ing late on Sunday. God spoke to him 'out of the box'. Sean knew it too. I believe the Lord was smiling the whole time. God gave Sean some running shoes in case he wants to run from His plans for his life, knowing they will never be fast enough. God has not finished His story with Sean. I pray one day &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;, the messenger turtle &lt;/strong&gt;can share the rest of his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean's story reminds me of this truth.&lt;strong&gt; We can run but we cannot hide! He sees and knows ALL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;God, investigate my life; get all the facts&lt;br /&gt;firsthand. I'm an open book to&lt;br /&gt;you;even from a distance, you know what I'm&lt;br /&gt;thinking. You know when I leave&lt;br /&gt;and when I get back;I'm never out of your&lt;br /&gt;sight. You know everything I'm&lt;br /&gt;going to say before I start the first&lt;br /&gt;sentence. I look behind me and you're&lt;br /&gt;there,then up ahead and you're&lt;br /&gt;there, too — your reassuring presence, coming&lt;br /&gt;and going. This is too much,&lt;br /&gt;too wonderful — I can't take it all in! Is&lt;br /&gt;there anyplace I can go to&lt;br /&gt;avoid your Spirit?to be out of your sight? If I&lt;br /&gt;climb to the sky, you're&lt;br /&gt;there!If I go underground, you're there! If I flew&lt;br /&gt;on morning's wings to&lt;br /&gt;the far western horizon, You'd find me in a minute —&lt;br /&gt;you're already there&lt;br /&gt;waiting! (from THE MESSAGE) Psalm 139 1-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;B His Girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-5142775597044618050?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5142775597044618050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/turtle-tuesdays-out-of-box.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/5142775597044618050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/5142775597044618050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/turtle-tuesdays-out-of-box.html' title='Turtle Tuesdays:  Out of the Box!'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SqZNIXfuwPI/AAAAAAAABDc/857JkE31p08/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-2381222413636505321</id><published>2009-08-25T12:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:58:13.440-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B the turtle'/><title type='text'>Turtle Tuesdays: Just One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SpQjnu3FU5I/AAAAAAAABDE/G6eN8WYatho/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373959420860781458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SpQjnu3FU5I/AAAAAAAABDE/G6eN8WYatho/s400/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God gave &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;, the checkbook turtle&lt;/strong&gt; ONE word for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;BALANCE........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but she keeps trying to add to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B His Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-2381222413636505321?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2381222413636505321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/turtle-tuesdays-just-one.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/2381222413636505321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/2381222413636505321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/turtle-tuesdays-just-one.html' title='Turtle Tuesdays: Just One'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SpQjnu3FU5I/AAAAAAAABDE/G6eN8WYatho/s72-c/054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-3246812032606500815</id><published>2009-08-18T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:59:18.209-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God calling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sirius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silence of the Lambs'/><title type='text'>Turtle Tuesday:  Are you from Sirius?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Soqj9aTeM_I/AAAAAAAABC8/w1Af0culEjc/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371285781021078514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Soqj9aTeM_I/AAAAAAAABC8/w1Af0culEjc/s400/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you think &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;, the turtle&lt;/strong&gt; is clowning around on Turtle Tuesday, keep reading. Things are not always as they appear. Today &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; shares part of a funny story God used to speak to her. Actually it wasn't funny at the time. It was serious. Very serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;B &lt;/em&gt;was working in the world when she made a stop at a stranger's house. She noticed the older man with the Einstein like gray hair sitting outside in his lawn chair immediately. At first glance, she thought he was taking a nap. The moment her foot touched his driveway, his eyes popped open . &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; only needed to ask him a question and she would &lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt; on her way. This man clearly had other ideas. He wanted to talk to &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; more. She was trying to be nice but she felt uncomfortable as he rose from his chair. He began walking toward her as he gazed into her eyes. He was invading her comfort zone big time! The man told &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; he had been time traveling. ( Yes, he said time traveling. )&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; didn't know how to respond to his comment but she was getting a clearer picture of the situation she had walked upon. With her&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;hair sticking straight up on her neck, just like it did when she saw Anthony Hopkins in Silence of the Lambs, B wanted to hide! The man said "Can I ask you a question?" &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; nodded her head as she kept backing up trying to keep some distance between them.&lt;strong&gt; "Are you from Sirius?"&lt;/strong&gt; he asked . &lt;em&gt;B's&lt;/em&gt; voice shook as she answered "No". Then he began talking about B's white, snake like teeth. He knew she must be from Sirius.  &lt;em&gt;B &lt;/em&gt;freaked out.  She bolted from his driveway and recovered from her 'encounter' in her locked car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man had some mental issues&lt;em&gt; B&lt;/em&gt; was not prepared to handle. She was thankful it all ended well and prayed for him. His intention was not to harm &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;. After the initial scare, she began to see the humor in it. She does have a couple of sharp pointed teeth. &lt;em&gt;(B&lt;/em&gt; looking for them in an upcoming video: ) To add to his case about her &lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt;'ing from Sirius... her name means 'alien'. There is also a star called Sirius &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;.  And to take this thought further, this turtle is also called to let her light shine before men. May&lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt; he could see more than she realized. Hmmm. Mayb he wasn't as off the mark as she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;B &lt;/em&gt;was sharing her 'from Sirius' story with a friend. It is funny now, but a strange thing happened one day while &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; was pondering this story. God invaded &lt;em&gt;B's &lt;/em&gt;space. He came close to her and whispered, "Are you from serious B?" &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; immediately knew what the Lord was asking her. You see,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; B,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the turtle&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is called to be 'out there' shinning her light in a dark world. The only way she can &lt;em&gt;B &lt;/em&gt;what she is called to &lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt; is to &lt;strong&gt;focus.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;She needs to draw closer to Jesus and fix her gaze on Him. &lt;/strong&gt;The Lord is serious about His call on her life. She can't run away and lock herself in her shell. She has prayed about what God wants her to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; answered, " I'm from serious Lord." &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;, the turtle girl, is serious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the Lord wants you to ponder this question in His call to follow Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you from serious too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;B His Girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-3246812032606500815?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3246812032606500815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/turtle-tuesday-are-you-from-sirius.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/3246812032606500815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/3246812032606500815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/turtle-tuesday-are-you-from-sirius.html' title='Turtle Tuesday:  Are you from Sirius?'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Soqj9aTeM_I/AAAAAAAABC8/w1Af0culEjc/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-3611347160376762380</id><published>2009-08-11T07:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T07:34:50.024-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groove thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>Turtle Tuesdays: A New Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SoDVNjyH4FI/AAAAAAAABCk/AmH44tJ4YJ0/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368525184746119250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SoDVNjyH4FI/AAAAAAAABCk/AmH44tJ4YJ0/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you ever felt bored with things that once excited you? Tired of the same ole' thing...&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; is there NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, the 'in a rut' turtle&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; confessed on the &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; log a few weeks ago she lost her groove thing. She tried to shake it but her old groove is not working anymore. &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; has been pondering and praying about this for most of the summer. Now she wonders if this is part of a &lt;em&gt;Master &lt;/em&gt;plan to move a turtle like &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; to a new place. A new thing. Sometimes you have to throw off some things, &lt;strong&gt;even good things&lt;/strong&gt; to go to the place you have been called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May&lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt; the Lord wanted to let &lt;em&gt;B's&lt;/em&gt; groove thing start feeling like a rut.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the Lord is doing, it's working. &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; is shifting her position. She is throwing off some old stuff. There is 'Something New' coming. God stirred her heart Sunday in a big way! &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; told someone this yesterday and they got the shivers! God Bumps! In fact, &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; shared this today because she thinks she is not traveling alone in her rut. May&lt;em&gt;b &lt;/em&gt;you have been walking in the same pattern as &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;. Nobody else may see your ruts, but you know inside you have settled for less when you have been called to MORE. I know I keep saying MORE.  Those are the words I keep hearing. MORE, MORE, MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;B's&lt;/em&gt; prayer:&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please don't let us settle in comfortable places, travel familiar roads. We have not been called to run in a 'rut race.' You are moving in an incredible way all around us. Help us not get stuck in our successes or our failures. We want to &lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt; stuck on you and you alone. Let us hear your words to us today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isa 43:19 Be alert, be present. I'm about to do something brand-new.It's bursting out! Don't you see it?There it is! I'm making a road through the desert,rivers in the badlands.&lt;/strong&gt; (from THE MESSAGE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B His Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-3611347160376762380?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3611347160376762380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/turtle-tuesdays-new-thing.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/3611347160376762380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/3611347160376762380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/turtle-tuesdays-new-thing.html' title='Turtle Tuesdays: A New Thing'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SoDVNjyH4FI/AAAAAAAABCk/AmH44tJ4YJ0/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-2502439495981105974</id><published>2008-11-07T07:00:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:12:18.363-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>While We Were Praying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SRO9ks9EdnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/n9QYplzJ8F0/s1600-h/IMG_0996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265760827566487154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SRO9ks9EdnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/n9QYplzJ8F0/s320/IMG_0996.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SRO9bVq7QpI/AAAAAAAAAc8/HHplmObpozc/s1600-h/crosslookup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265760666697548434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SRO9bVq7QpI/AAAAAAAAAc8/HHplmObpozc/s320/crosslookup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While we were praying&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;em&gt;Something Happened!&lt;/em&gt; Don't you just love that! &lt;em&gt;Something Happened!!!!&lt;/em&gt; God gave us a sign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every Tuesday from 12:00 to 1:00 , I meet with three other women to pray in the Sanctuary of our church. We are just a pocket of prayer girls standing in the gap for our church, community, and yes we even pray for the whole world. Outside the church we hang a big sign that says: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop by for Prayer NOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We get a few drop ins, but I don't think a lot of people feel called to pray past their own needs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the picture on the left, you can see the cross in our sanctuary. Natural light comes in from above the cross. There is a prism of &lt;strong&gt;mirrors &lt;/strong&gt;which reflect light and make rainbow colors around the cross. The patterns are always changing. It is very stunning at times. I took this photograph on Tuesday to give you an example. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week at Prayer Now, the colors around the cross were so amazing. I have never seen it look so beautiful. The cross was covered in rainbows. We paused to take a picture of the cross with our camera phone. The camera lens and our natural eyes saw two different images. The lens saw the light around the cross as an arrow. We were stunned. God gave us a sign. He had a message for the prayer girls and for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOOK UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has something in life got you down?  Maybe your marriage,  job, the election, the choices your children are making.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOK UP! &lt;strong&gt;PRAY expectantly&lt;/strong&gt;.  The Lord hears and sees all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOK UP! See the sign given to the whole world. His name is JESUS. He is &lt;em&gt;The Way&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look to the LORD and his strength;seek his face always. Ps 105:44&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;B His Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-2502439495981105974?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2502439495981105974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/while-we-were-praying.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/2502439495981105974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/2502439495981105974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/while-we-were-praying.html' title='While We Were Praying...'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-8948210935466038609</id><published>2009-08-04T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:39:51.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle Tuesdays:  The Dog Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sng_8_fF7_I/AAAAAAAABCM/0NRVDtCgvPU/s1600-h/turtles+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366109273078493170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sng_8_fF7_I/AAAAAAAABCM/0NRVDtCgvPU/s400/turtles+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has Turtle Tuesdays gone to the dogs? Officially yes. We are in 'the dog days of summer' but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B,&lt;/em&gt; the iron turtle &lt;/strong&gt;prays it ain't so, at least on the inside: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that 'dog days' can refer to a period that is stagnant, dull and not one of marked progress?&lt;br /&gt;It may&lt;em&gt; b&lt;/em&gt; the 'dog days' of summer outside but it doesn't have to&lt;em&gt; b&lt;/em&gt; like that inside your shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's a turtle to do if she or he finds himself in the 'dog days' spiritually? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;, the iron turtle&lt;/strong&gt;, has some wisdom from the Proverbs to pass on to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another. Prov&lt;br /&gt;27:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you content in your walk with the Lord or do you long for MORE? &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; wants MORE. If you want to &lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt; a sharp instrument in the Lord's hands your diet must include iron. Don't skip the essentials. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B His Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-8948210935466038609?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8948210935466038609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/turtle-tuesdays-dog-days.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/8948210935466038609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/8948210935466038609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/turtle-tuesdays-dog-days.html' title='Turtle Tuesdays:  The Dog Days'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sng_8_fF7_I/AAAAAAAABCM/0NRVDtCgvPU/s72-c/turtles+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-2015359966827969677</id><published>2009-07-28T07:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:58:16.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle Tuesdays: B sends flowers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sm50VRuHUaI/AAAAAAAABBk/vwBjnVxUUdI/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363352115127734690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sm50VRuHUaI/AAAAAAAABBk/vwBjnVxUUdI/s400/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;, the flower turtle&lt;/strong&gt;. She apologizes for being bloggy absent last Tuesday. &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; made a special Turtle Tuesday video for you. In fact, she spent hours trying to get it on her&lt;em&gt; B&lt;/em&gt; log.  &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; is experiencing great opposition trying to say what she has to say in all kind of ways.  It is keeping her grounded though....on her knees more.  That's always a good thing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; is seeing the benefits in this opposition.  Normally she retreats from it.   The Lord is stretching her right now. &lt;em&gt;  B&lt;/em&gt; is trying not to shrink back from all of this faith exercising.  &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; knows that without faith it is impossible to please God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is God working in your life?  Have you faced opposition lately?  How did you handle it?  Please share if you have time.  I will &lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt; away this week again.  I hope to connect and share more with you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B His Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-2015359966827969677?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2015359966827969677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/turtle-tuesdays-b-sends-flowers.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/2015359966827969677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/2015359966827969677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/turtle-tuesdays-b-sends-flowers.html' title='Turtle Tuesdays: B sends flowers!'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sm50VRuHUaI/AAAAAAAABBk/vwBjnVxUUdI/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-6156238415705141816</id><published>2009-07-14T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:58:29.958-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of sorts'/><title type='text'>Turtle Tuesdays:  Getting Your Groove Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Slxt4lFl4TI/AAAAAAAABBE/xC6xiG-Xdg4/s1600-h/shack+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358278475459715378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Slxt4lFl4TI/AAAAAAAABBE/xC6xiG-Xdg4/s400/shack+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt 'out of sorts'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us have been there at some point in our life. &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;'ing 'out of sorts' is the place where you are not acting like your &lt;em&gt;'normal' &lt;/em&gt;self. If we linger there, people close to us usually notice, asking questions like, "What's wrong? Are you okay?" We often dodge answering those questions because sometimes there is no clear cut answers. We have lost our groove and we never saw it coming. That's a picture of this turtle today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;, the bloggy quiet turtle.&lt;/strong&gt; She's off today, definitely out of sorts in her Turtle Tuesday post. May&lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt; that's a good thing though. &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;'ing groove less has led &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; to seek MORE. The Lord knows what's up with B, the turtle and you. If you have lost your groove thing too consider the possibility this is an unexpected blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;May&lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt; losing our groove pushes us closer to walking in His groove for our life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B His Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-6156238415705141816?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6156238415705141816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/turtle-tuesdays-getting-your-groove.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/6156238415705141816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/6156238415705141816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/turtle-tuesdays-getting-your-groove.html' title='Turtle Tuesdays:  Getting Your Groove Back'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Slxt4lFl4TI/AAAAAAAABBE/xC6xiG-Xdg4/s72-c/shack+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-3583802583979776385</id><published>2009-05-06T08:32:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:15:31.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say Yes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lysa Terkeurst'/><title type='text'>Tagging Answers to His Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SgGRktyUL8I/AAAAAAAAA4U/YwEMySpJ9XE/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332703493735329730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SgGRktyUL8I/AAAAAAAAA4U/YwEMySpJ9XE/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday my daughter's car blocked my vehicle in the garage so I took my 12 year old son to school in hers. She is a senior and often her car is a highly decorated moving sign. Teens not only love to text on their phones but also enjoy tagging their vehicles as well. I have to &lt;em&gt;say&lt;/em&gt; it was a little embarrassing to be the reading material in the car pool line. '&lt;strong&gt;Say Yes' &lt;/strong&gt;was the message seen driver's side of the car as we dashed off to school. The tagger wanted Megan to 'Say Yes' and be their date for Prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think much about my car sign until I read Lysa Terkeurst's post last night from Proverbs31.org. Here is part of her &lt;strong&gt;Release&lt;/strong&gt; post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why not make today the day you start saying yes to God? Why not utter this prayer, "God before I even know what it might cost me or require of me, I choose to say yes to you." And then get up from praying and dare to look for God's amazing invitation for you to trust Him- for you to say yes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lysaterkeurst.blogspot.com/2009/05/release.html"&gt;http://lysaterkeurst.blogspot.com/2009/05/release.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a &lt;strong&gt;holy pause&lt;/strong&gt; as I read this. The picture of my daughter's car window flashed before my eyes. &lt;strong&gt;'Say Yes'&lt;/strong&gt;. It was clear to me Jesus was behind the wheel of that Camry. You may not see Him in the photo but He is there. He tagged B's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't want the 99.9% I have given Him. Jesus wants everything. Every single crevice in me. I know I am blogging this post to the choir, but aren't we the ones who sing the song... &lt;strong&gt;I Surrender All&lt;/strong&gt;. Are you at 100%? My voice was never meant to sing solo. Trust me on that.&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this, &lt;strong&gt;consider yourself tagged, not by me, but by Him. Will you 'Say Yes'? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B His Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-3583802583979776385?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3583802583979776385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagging-answers-to-his-questions.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/3583802583979776385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/3583802583979776385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagging-answers-to-his-questions.html' title='Tagging Answers to His Questions'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SgGRktyUL8I/AAAAAAAAA4U/YwEMySpJ9XE/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-5671329680320179866</id><published>2009-06-30T11:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:40:56.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle Tuesdays:  The Padded Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353093652136753650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SkoCUJECefI/AAAAAAAAA_k/jaj-TYBxukk/s400/091.JPG" /&gt;If you are a frequent visitor to my blog, you know I'm truly a turtle girl: ) All you have to do is scroll through my posts and see a sampling of Tuesdays to get the picture. I have more turtles in my collection than I can count. (Not really, but close) What you don't know though is I rarely buy turtles. Most of my turtles have been given to me and today is no exception.&lt;br /&gt;Meet&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;, the gifted turtle. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353099337046880738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SkoHfDAO8eI/AAAAAAAAA_8/7FtPVEbACUk/s400/Megan+and+Lauren.jpg" /&gt;My daughter Megan's BFF, Lauren(left) gave me this turtle Sunday. She purchased it on vacation in Greece. I was touched to tears when she gave it to me. I immediately knew this turtle contained an important message that traveled around the world to reach me. As I gazed at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B,&lt;/em&gt; the gifted turtle, I noticed the message was sent not in a bottle but in a box!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't decide how to display &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; in my collection. She looked so comfy in her padded box. It even matched her shell. I also loved the outside color of her box. Red. (Everyone needs a splash of red in their life!) My dilemma: &lt;strong&gt;Should I leave &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; in the box or take her out?&lt;/strong&gt; As I pondered the thought, the message became clear.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;B,&lt;/em&gt; the gifted turtle's&lt;/strong&gt; container reminded me of a word I received in a sermon by John Ortberg months ago &lt;em&gt;"It all goes back in the Box!"&lt;/em&gt; The message was about life. When the game of LIFE is over...it all goes back in the box. &lt;em&gt;B's &lt;/em&gt;box started looking like a coffin to her. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;, the gifted turtle&lt;/strong&gt; didn't belong in the box yet. She was alive. She had no business hanging out in comfortable places. &lt;em&gt;B &lt;/em&gt;has places to go, people to share God's love with. She was not supposed to &lt;em&gt;b &lt;/em&gt;in a box. &lt;em&gt;This message was clearly from her bff. Jesus. &lt;/em&gt;It was like He was saying, &lt;em&gt;'Hellooooo turtle girl...what are you doing????'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B's&lt;/em&gt; life is about &lt;em&gt;walking by faith&lt;/em&gt;. She is supposed to &lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt; 'out there' in the world bringing light to dark places. You are too! We can't go forward if we live in a box. It restricts us and limits our impact on the world. Sometimes we don't even realize we are stuck because our box has padding. It may even look pretty, like something out of a magazine. It can &lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt; comfy and cozy like a cocoon, but it is also mundane and boring. It is &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LESS &lt;/span&gt;than what's planned for our life. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; always tells this turtle girl to&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;em&gt;B MORE&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sko9VtZFpeI/AAAAAAAABAk/oLh3MxlVPLU/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353158550254626274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sko9VtZFpeI/AAAAAAAABAk/oLh3MxlVPLU/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at this photo I found on my computer screen a couple of weeks ago left by my son who plays basketball. William had no idea what this photo would mean to me. I printed it to put in my God Calling devotional. The caption said &lt;em&gt;'Barton continues to shine.'&lt;/em&gt; I think &lt;em&gt;B'&lt;/em&gt;ing More is about shining my light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;B &lt;/em&gt;remembered what the Lord said to Joshua when he became a leader. &lt;em&gt;"I will give you every place where you set your foot, as I promised Moses."&lt;/em&gt; The same ground applies to us when we walk by faith. Every place we set our feet. That means we have to &lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt; moving. There is MORE ahead if we press on. The Lord also told Joshua to 'Be strong and courageous' three times before he started walking in the Promise Land. (Sometimes we need to hear a word several times before it sinks in. Thank you Lord for repeating yourself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SkoUal1DAqI/AAAAAAAABAU/lbaF7Y6dJTc/s1600-h/111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353113554147017378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SkoUal1DAqI/AAAAAAAABAU/lbaF7Y6dJTc/s400/111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B,&lt;/em&gt; the gifted turtle&lt;/strong&gt; is not to store up treasures for herself. She can't take them with her upon her exit from this world. She is supposed to open up and share. B is a gifted turtle for a reason. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353142683101810434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Skou6HpDzwI/AAAAAAAABAc/W59vCRE_P3E/s400/116.JPG" /&gt;My dilemma has been solved.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;B,&lt;/em&gt; the gifted turtle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; is now on display 'out of the box'&lt;/em&gt; . Her box has been put away for a day unknown to her. Jesus said to her, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?" &lt;/span&gt;John 11:25-26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; believes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B His Girl&lt;br /&gt;PS. A note to the graduates: God has great things in store for your lives. He has places for you both to go. Stay 'out of the box' and walk by faith. There really is MORE ahead, more than you can ask or imagine. Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-5671329680320179866?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5671329680320179866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/turtle-tuesdays-padded-box.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/5671329680320179866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/5671329680320179866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/turtle-tuesdays-padded-box.html' title='Turtle Tuesdays:  The Padded Box'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SkoCUJECefI/AAAAAAAAA_k/jaj-TYBxukk/s72-c/091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-6940968619978046018</id><published>2009-06-23T18:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:36:43.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle Tuesdays: Closed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SkFizEwWkrI/AAAAAAAAA_c/WRP5rXe8f0Q/s1600-h/megan.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350666461882258098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SkFizEwWkrI/AAAAAAAAA_c/WRP5rXe8f0Q/s400/megan.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry to post so late.  Turtle Tuesday is officially closed today. &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; just peeked in to let you know she's on vacation and it is her &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; day!  Really. Hope all of you are doing well.  I will &lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt; back soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings ,&lt;br /&gt;B His Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-6940968619978046018?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6940968619978046018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/turtle-tuesdays-closed.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/6940968619978046018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/6940968619978046018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/turtle-tuesdays-closed.html' title='Turtle Tuesdays: Closed'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SkFizEwWkrI/AAAAAAAAA_c/WRP5rXe8f0Q/s72-c/megan.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-6968845125049775655</id><published>2009-06-16T09:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:54:22.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle Tuesdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SjeoCoDc7yI/AAAAAAAAA_M/p34ZrKYe1kw/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347927845590855458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SjeoCoDc7yI/AAAAAAAAA_M/p34ZrKYe1kw/s400/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B, the hanging turtle&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;feels the pull in her life to &lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt; a 'Martha'. You know the Martha &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; is talking about. Mary's sister. Martha is known for &lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt;'ing a busy &lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt; on an occasion when Jesus was a guest in her home. (Luke 10:38-42) Martha was worried about all the work she had to do. She even complained to Jesus about it. The King of Kings was in her house and other things, lesser things captured her attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; is b'ing distracted by MANY things but she is determined to chose what is better like Mary.  How is today working for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choose this day who you will serve.    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Remain in me, and I will remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me. John 15:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;B His Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-6968845125049775655?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6968845125049775655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/turtle-tuesdays.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/6968845125049775655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/6968845125049775655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/turtle-tuesdays.html' title='Turtle Tuesdays'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SjeoCoDc7yI/AAAAAAAAA_M/p34ZrKYe1kw/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-2556626698032267069</id><published>2009-06-09T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:45:24.258-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hab 2:3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turtles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turtle Stories'/><title type='text'>Turtle Tuesdays: Read The Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Si5NiNR_UYI/AAAAAAAAA_E/qilYjPU-VVw/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345295057811362178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Si5NiNR_UYI/AAAAAAAAA_E/qilYjPU-VVw/s400/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; wasn't seeking a sign, but she found one a few weeks ago. She was walking along her path on an ordinary day, doing what she was supposed to &lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt; doing and there it was. &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A Sign planted with &lt;em&gt;B's&lt;/em&gt; name all over it!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; DARE TO DREAM! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; gave the Lord a big 'cheesy' smile just like the one she is showing you today. In fact, she couldn't wipe the smile off her face. &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; knew she was supposed to read the sign and share the message with others. Meet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B,&lt;/em&gt; the dreaming turtle. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a frequent visitor on the &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; Log, you have heard some of her lofty dreams. She calls them 'lofty' because her dreams are a gift from above. Now, that may sound like &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; is trying to &lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt; 'all special and everything' but hear this ....&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; knows her dreams are NOT ABOUT her.  Dreams are always connected to God's heartbeat for His world.  They are about OTHERS.  If our focus is on 'us' in the dream, the Lord will give us lots of growing time in the Son so we can understand   His purpose for our dream.  Joseph, known as a dreamer in the Bible could testify to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;B &lt;/em&gt;wonders today if you have a 'lofty' dream also. The words below are from 'The Message' and they are a message for you today. &lt;em&gt;B's&lt;/em&gt; just delivering them as she runs her race at a turtle's pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This vision-message is a witness pointing to what's coming. It aches&lt;br /&gt;for the coming — it can hardly wait!And it doesn't lie.If it seems slow in&lt;br /&gt;coming, wait.It's on its way. It will come right on time. Hab 2:3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dare To Dream...With God ALL things are possible! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;B His Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-2556626698032267069?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2556626698032267069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/turtle-tuesdays-read-signs.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/2556626698032267069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/2556626698032267069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/turtle-tuesdays-read-signs.html' title='Turtle Tuesdays: Read The Signs'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Si5NiNR_UYI/AAAAAAAAA_E/qilYjPU-VVw/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-512595959950816173</id><published>2009-06-02T08:07:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:48:58.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle Tuesdays:  In the Garden Praying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SiUmSkoyciI/AAAAAAAAA-M/04HK6qOT_6Y/s1600-h/turtles+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342718633459216930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SiUmSkoyciI/AAAAAAAAA-M/04HK6qOT_6Y/s400/turtles+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; B's all mushy today. The pictures tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lord, I pray Megan's life will be a sweet fragrance unto you. I know you have great plans for her. I thank you for her special gift and love of working with children. I pray she is able to help children around the world, giving you all the glory. We love her so much Lord! Thank you. May she always walk with you in the garden. I pray she will B your girl in her generation.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SiUxWLR-SnI/AAAAAAAAA-0/j_S9J3kjSLI/s1600-h/meganmouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342730790000020082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SiUxWLR-SnI/AAAAAAAAA-0/j_S9J3kjSLI/s400/meganmouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In your name Jesus I pray these things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B His Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SiUtEmEFxcI/AAAAAAAAA-c/PTQ9mI2oDb8/s1600-h/Megan%27s+graduation+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342726089905391042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SiUtEmEFxcI/AAAAAAAAA-c/PTQ9mI2oDb8/s400/Megan%27s+graduation+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SiUkTITuqUI/AAAAAAAAA-E/3Ny47D_6Mwc/s1600-h/Megan%27s+prom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 72px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342716444011309378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SiUkTITuqUI/AAAAAAAAA-E/3Ny47D_6Mwc/s400/Megan%27s+prom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SiUwI-x1DFI/AAAAAAAAA-k/peRN0C-TyVQ/s1600-h/1grandmamegan5thgrade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342729463794043986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SiUwI-x1DFI/AAAAAAAAA-k/peRN0C-TyVQ/s400/1grandmamegan5thgrade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-512595959950816173?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/512595959950816173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/turtle-tuesdays-in-garden-praying.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/512595959950816173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/512595959950816173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/turtle-tuesdays-in-garden-praying.html' title='Turtle Tuesdays:  In the Garden Praying'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SiUmSkoyciI/AAAAAAAAA-M/04HK6qOT_6Y/s72-c/turtles+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-2846815926928605965</id><published>2009-06-01T07:14:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:42:27.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eyes ....What Do You See?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SiPJ_ipSv1I/AAAAAAAAA90/svbzVy2OeIA/s1600-h/i%27s+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342335676460482386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SiPJ_ipSv1I/AAAAAAAAA90/svbzVy2OeIA/s400/i%27s+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I need a little bloggy insight today. You see, a God story is unfolding before my eyes and I can't read the writing on the wall. How long have I been with Him and I still don't understand!!!!! I shutter at the enormity of those words. That statement is a whole post in itself. But today we are sticking with the facts, just the facts. Here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on the worship design team for our weekly service on Pensacola Beach. I work with Jack, the pastor of the service. If you haven't noticed on my blog, I have a creative, ok 'goofy creative' way of seeing things. Jack is allowing me embellish the setting at our worship service with creative stuff. I kid him about being 'Jack...out of the box!'&lt;br /&gt;(That is an example of how my 'goofy brain' constantly works .)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the message was about 'Jesus Questions-What do you see?' The passage was from Mark 8:22-26. In this passage Jesus healed a blind man using spit and His touch. When Jesus first touched his eyes, he asked "What do you see? The formerly blind man saw men 'walking around like trees'. Jesus touch his eyes a second time and his sight was restored perfectly. He saw everything in twenty-twenty focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jack and I were talking about the upcoming service, he shared the songs the worship leader selected for the service. The song, &lt;em&gt;"In the Blink of an Eye"&lt;/em&gt; would be the last song in the service. I was a little stunned to hear that. Earlier in the week, I had taken a picture of the words...&lt;em&gt;In The Blink Of An I.&lt;/em&gt; They were quickened to me when I saw them on the High School yearbook. Was this a coincidence??? I thought not. I knew God was talking. On the drive home after my meeting with Jack, I saw &lt;em&gt;'googly eyes'&lt;/em&gt; in my mind. I knew I was supposed to do a visual for the tables using eyes...I's. I told Jack my idea. He liked it and his message would tie in &lt;em&gt;'In the blink of an I'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I cut out 65 I's and glued on the &lt;em&gt;Googly &lt;/em&gt;eyes for the tables. I prayed as I cut with my scissors, "Lord, it's taking a LOT of time to do this. (groan) I believe this idea is from you. I pray you use it." After the beach service, I had to return money to the church bookstore. As I was counting the money, I saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SiPhs6cJQhI/AAAAAAAAA98/i0lAvG9P8Ek/s1600-h/i%27s+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342361744709337618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SiPhs6cJQhI/AAAAAAAAA98/i0lAvG9P8Ek/s400/i%27s+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was stunned. I could not count anymore. I knew there was more to b seen in this defaced $10. Maybe one day I will get a second touch and clearly see the message here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to ask...."What do you see?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B His Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-2846815926928605965?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2846815926928605965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/eyes-what-do-you-see.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/2846815926928605965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/2846815926928605965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/eyes-what-do-you-see.html' title='The Eyes ....What Do You See?'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/SiPJ_ipSv1I/AAAAAAAAA90/svbzVy2OeIA/s72-c/i%27s+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964143986155824534.post-3904020543850740877</id><published>2009-05-28T07:37:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:23:44.635-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Village'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jer. 29:11'/><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday:  He Makes All Things New!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sh6GGF3d2tI/AAAAAAAAA8M/pbAw-nlDoio/s1600-h/sonya_thankful05.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340853647320144594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sh6GGF3d2tI/AAAAAAAAA8M/pbAw-nlDoio/s400/sonya_thankful05.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; God has done great things and I am filled with JOY. See the NEW THING He is doing in 'The Village.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sh6MgG1T23I/AAAAAAAAA9U/r2LErHXkfXA/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340860691325901682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sh6MgG1T23I/AAAAAAAAA9U/r2LErHXkfXA/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord brought light into a dark place. He did that in the beginning and He is still doing it NOW...Let there be light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sh6JQFZiVsI/AAAAAAAAA9E/yTnAnWy35tg/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340857117528184514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sh6JQFZiVsI/AAAAAAAAA9E/yTnAnWy35tg/s400/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young girl has a spot to lay her head.&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sh6IAqropvI/AAAAAAAAA8s/kX6gv-tjWOs/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340855753146672882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sh6IAqropvI/AAAAAAAAA8s/kX6gv-tjWOs/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; likes to post prayers and we posted one on Niguel's bulletin board. It's in the cross. I couldn't resist adding a turtle, with a message for her to B His Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sh6HXLtKHyI/AAAAAAAAA8c/aPrQLWSOswc/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340855040456924962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sh6HXLtKHyI/AAAAAAAAA8c/aPrQLWSOswc/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340855366452572658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sh6HqKIk8fI/AAAAAAAAA8k/igSO9ovawIg/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color our world Lord.&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sh6IVeuf5PI/AAAAAAAAA80/qJ4v8oitSUc/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340856110714709234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sh6IVeuf5PI/AAAAAAAAA80/qJ4v8oitSUc/s400/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lamps add light. A journal in the yellow basket awaits her thoughts. Inside this nightstand is a message from God glued to the wood for Niguel's life. Jer. 29:11-14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know what I'm doing. I have it all planned out — plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for. "When you call on me, when you come and pray to me, I'll listen. "When you come looking for me, you'll find me.  (THE MESSAGE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Smiles from all the girls. Niguel, Dominique, and my girl Megan.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for using MANY people to makeover this room. You ordered everything here. I pray this room is a reminder of your love for this family. It certainly is to me. Thank you Jesus. B His Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sh6JukXLdGI/AAAAAAAAA9M/tYQzk24GF18/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340857641235870818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sh6JukXLdGI/AAAAAAAAA9M/tYQzk24GF18/s400/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340904524707285186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sh60Xi50SMI/AAAAAAAAA9c/r7yFzV2qiBg/s400/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964143986155824534-3904020543850740877?l=bhisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3904020543850740877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/thankful-thursday-he-makes-all-things.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/3904020543850740877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964143986155824534/posts/default/3904020543850740877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/thankful-thursday-he-makes-all-things.html' title='Thankful Thursday:  He Makes All Things New!'/><author><name>B His Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323556614583246461</uri><email>keenembfl2@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09588352466018266899'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fZnBNEXaTw/Sh6GGF3d2tI/AAAAAAAAA8M/pbAw-nlDoio/s72-c/sonya_thankful05.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry></feed>