<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5198046017128444980</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:29:00.997-05:00</updated><category term='Morning Mist'/><title type='text'>~Be Blessed~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamakees.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198046017128444980/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamakees.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dreama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055684221564639167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2KXL_uzsVM/SLoj_brJp6I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/1ZmllrZPNa4/S220/dreama.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5198046017128444980.post-4621982011100087786</id><published>2008-11-01T16:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:42:54.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Light what is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2KXL_uzsVM/SQy22CQSeHI/AAAAAAAAACU/fnb715YDTTE/s1600-h/2008_1101light0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2KXL_uzsVM/SQy22CQSeHI/AAAAAAAAACU/fnb715YDTTE/s1600-h/2008_1101light0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263783103923648626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2KXL_uzsVM/SQy22CQSeHI/AAAAAAAAACU/fnb715YDTTE/s200/2008_1101light0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2KXL_uzsVM/SQy21qPdCQI/AAAAAAAAACE/y4uhNbbZRbE/s1600-h/2008_1101light0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263783097477695746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2KXL_uzsVM/SQy21qPdCQI/AAAAAAAAACE/y4uhNbbZRbE/s200/2008_1101light0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2KXL_uzsVM/SQy211OeJyI/AAAAAAAAACM/YMHPtG0iJgs/s1600-h/2008_1101light0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263783100426364706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2KXL_uzsVM/SQy211OeJyI/AAAAAAAAACM/YMHPtG0iJgs/s200/2008_1101light0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Light what is it ? My cat chases it .Thomas Kincaid tries to capture it.It is a source of life and death .Darkness can't overtake it. All cultures respect it.It represents hope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light has become a reoccurring theme in my prayer and study life recently.During times of prayer the spirit has prompted me to pray for God's light &lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;on&lt;/em&gt; several areas . Our country,the upcoming election,my church and its leadership,the lost ,the hopeless . The truth is always seen in God's perfect light. More than ever we need Him to expose the lies that hide in the darkness. Today as I studied his word He wanted to talk some more with me about light.The passage directly spoke to some of the areas I have been praying about. As for the election and leadership He took me to Daniel 2 : 21-23 in those words He told me He sets up kings(leaders,presidents) and the light is with Him. In Romans 13:12 we are promised the night is nearly over,then we are instructed to put on our armor of light. I never knew there was an armor of light.Then in a God style grand finally of my studies today He showed me in Genesis 1:3 how the very first thing He spoke into existence was.....you guessed it light! I am not sure where all of this is leading me . What I do know is when God keeps showing up like this He is revealing Himself to me . I can't wait to see where He takes me .He has my full attention. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198046017128444980-4621982011100087786?l=dreamakees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamakees.blogspot.com/feeds/4621982011100087786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198046017128444980&amp;postID=4621982011100087786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198046017128444980/posts/default/4621982011100087786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198046017128444980/posts/default/4621982011100087786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamakees.blogspot.com/2008/11/light-what-is-it.html' title='Light what is it?'/><author><name>Dreama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055684221564639167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2KXL_uzsVM/SLoj_brJp6I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/1ZmllrZPNa4/S220/dreama.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2KXL_uzsVM/SQy22CQSeHI/AAAAAAAAACU/fnb715YDTTE/s72-c/2008_1101light0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5198046017128444980.post-2608734943127155443</id><published>2008-10-12T20:27:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:16:11.563-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Mist'/><title type='text'>Morning Mist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2KXL_uzsVM/SPKhviF3H6I/AAAAAAAAABk/XS75OnPB2nE/s1600-h/2008_09302008mics0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256441553072103330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2KXL_uzsVM/SPKhviF3H6I/AAAAAAAAABk/XS75OnPB2nE/s320/2008_09302008mics0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like morning fog-it's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;here a little while, then it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;James 4 :14 NLT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what it is about the morning that stirs up that little girl in me. The one ...super girl , ready to take on the the world.Wonder woman in a station wagon .That's me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 7:30 am and I have set my family of four in motion. McKenna ,my awe inspiring seven year old travels to school in the super powered station wagon on Tuesday's. Me and McKenna&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;out to save the world! All of you who know me and McKenna, I can hear you laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McKenna dropped off ,I am driving (flying ,it is a super powered station wagon ) to my daily destination . Driving ,that's where we work it out . Me and God ,world challenges? You know the stuff ; Good vs Bad ,CNN or FOX, Obama or McCain ,which school, what program ,which stock, who do I trust? That's only the first mile of my drive. Jesus and I talk every morning about these things. Yet this morning he let nature cry out . His word came to life .(I mean this life as we know it .)It's funny ,I really think His word is the reality. I am the illusion. This road I have traveled for two years. Never , had I seen this ! There it was " The Mist "! In that very fleeting moment Jesus met me there ! To remind me ,this is &lt;em&gt;Sinking Sand&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt;I Am The Way&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;I Am The Truth&lt;/em&gt; . Dreama ,you can trust me! I love you! Simple, yet life changing . That's how He speaks . &lt;em&gt;Morning Mist&lt;/em&gt;. Don't pass it by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.......... Brevity ,Evanescence ,Fade , Disappear ,Vanish. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This life is short . But, Jesus reminds me I have planted eternity in you (Dreama) my beloved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;together , forever ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. By the time I left that spot the mist was already leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198046017128444980-2608734943127155443?l=dreamakees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamakees.blogspot.com/feeds/2608734943127155443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198046017128444980&amp;postID=2608734943127155443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198046017128444980/posts/default/2608734943127155443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198046017128444980/posts/default/2608734943127155443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamakees.blogspot.com/2008/10/morning-mist.html' title='Morning Mist'/><author><name>Dreama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055684221564639167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2KXL_uzsVM/SLoj_brJp6I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/1ZmllrZPNa4/S220/dreama.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2KXL_uzsVM/SPKhviF3H6I/AAAAAAAAABk/XS75OnPB2nE/s72-c/2008_09302008mics0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5198046017128444980.post-518218390350866483</id><published>2008-09-27T18:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:49:34.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2KXL_uzsVM/SN6vZ69c5iI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ooRY45Zd6hg/s1600-h/the+garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250827075419170338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2KXL_uzsVM/SN6vZ69c5iI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ooRY45Zd6hg/s200/the+garden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gardens ... They seem to whisper a secret language to our souls .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They heard the sound of God strolling in the garden in the evening breeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gen.3:8 The Message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gardens have long been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sanctuary&lt;/span&gt; to man&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A place on this journey to pause and marvel at the work of His hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. One morning as I admired the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;azalea's&lt;/span&gt; and dogwoods, God started teaching my soul about His Love of the garden. At  the very creation of time ,He chose the garden as a place to dwell with his beloved. It was where He went to spend time with Adam and Eve. In the cool of the day  He would relax and just be with the ones He so loved . Can you imagine the jasmine in the air, so intoxicating in the cool breeze it would almost take your breath away.Eden and all her glory. The place where God intended to dwell with His children. The secret place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although we can no longer enter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Eden,&lt;/span&gt; God's passion for us brought Him to earth as a man( Jesus ). Who would reconcile us to Him forever.The sacrifice Christ made for us allows God to dwell with us in a new garden.One even more intimate than the original. The very one He was willing to die for. Yes ! We are His Garden .The very spirit of God dwells in us. He longs to spend time with us there, the creator of the universe wants to spend time with you in the garden.What will He see when He meets you there? Will it be well cared for? Grounds being kept in anticipation of The King's arrival? Your very time with Him alone ! Or ,will He find a garden neglected over grown with weeds ? When was the last time you prepared your garden to fellowship with THE KING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198046017128444980-518218390350866483?l=dreamakees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamakees.blogspot.com/feeds/518218390350866483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198046017128444980&amp;postID=518218390350866483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198046017128444980/posts/default/518218390350866483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198046017128444980/posts/default/518218390350866483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamakees.blogspot.com/2008/09/garden.html' title='The Garden'/><author><name>Dreama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055684221564639167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2KXL_uzsVM/SLoj_brJp6I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/1ZmllrZPNa4/S220/dreama.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2KXL_uzsVM/SN6vZ69c5iI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ooRY45Zd6hg/s72-c/the+garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
