<?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-5230959174082183172</id><updated>2011-08-16T00:01:49.631-07:00</updated><category term='With God'/><title type='text'>Created One</title><subtitle type='html'>Created One...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Teena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547329266181093612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230959174082183172.post-3908743389346734976</id><published>2010-02-25T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:18:30.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Ever There Was A Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If ever there was a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If ever there was a place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It would be now, in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I need to change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/S4aX3tHBATI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rj3tOf7bJdc/s1600-h/red+heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/S4aX3tHBATI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rj3tOf7bJdc/s320/red+heart.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If ever there was a reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If ever there was a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It would be by God, my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;He needs to change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If ever there was pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If ever there were questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It would be in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Because He needs to change me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If ever there was a hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If ever there was a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It would be by God,&amp;nbsp;in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And it's changing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If ever I was waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If ever I needed peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It would be&amp;nbsp;in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;That is changing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If ever I get through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If ever I become new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It would be by God in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;He is changing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230959174082183172-3908743389346734976?l=bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3908743389346734976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-ever-there-was-time.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/3908743389346734976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/3908743389346734976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-ever-there-was-time.html' title='If Ever There Was A Time...'/><author><name>Teena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547329266181093612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/S4aX3tHBATI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rj3tOf7bJdc/s72-c/red+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230959174082183172.post-4337286079372765990</id><published>2009-12-21T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:22:04.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With God'/><title type='text'>Nothing Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MdyvJtczETc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MdyvJtczETc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;Like a little baby bird...I go to God...He is my parent... who loves me...I need His Love...it is the most wonderful, powerful, peaceful, joyful thing my spirit, soul, body has ever known....HIS LOVE...when I listen to this music, I escape...from whatever I need to escape from...and I feel like nothing matters....except that I am with God...who Loves me and cares for me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/Sy90PqMmXKI/AAAAAAAAACA/BqBOGQSnIFY/s1600-h/baby_eagle_cropped2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/Sy90PqMmXKI/AAAAAAAAACA/BqBOGQSnIFY/s320/baby_eagle_cropped2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230959174082183172-4337286079372765990?l=bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4337286079372765990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-matters.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/4337286079372765990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/4337286079372765990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-matters.html' title='Nothing Matters'/><author><name>Teena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547329266181093612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/Sy90PqMmXKI/AAAAAAAAACA/BqBOGQSnIFY/s72-c/baby_eagle_cropped2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230959174082183172.post-8439876945746775674</id><published>2009-12-16T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T05:24:34.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing for Peace....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/Syjdg0vfKvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-V88e-cCDAA/s1600-h/butterflies-3.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/Syjdg0vfKvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-V88e-cCDAA/s320/butterflies-3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What is Peace to you?&lt;br /&gt;How do you get Peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Joy to you?&lt;br /&gt;How do you get Joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we not have Peace or Joy even though we want it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for Peace.....and Joy....&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230959174082183172-8439876945746775674?l=bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8439876945746775674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishing-for-peace.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/8439876945746775674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/8439876945746775674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishing-for-peace.html' title='Wishing for Peace....'/><author><name>Teena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547329266181093612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/Syjdg0vfKvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-V88e-cCDAA/s72-c/butterflies-3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230959174082183172.post-7642444975924656005</id><published>2009-11-25T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:18:41.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Laugh Out Loud...</title><content type='html'>It's good medicine to&amp;nbsp;your soul....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G1dlWmrRstc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G1dlWmrRstc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the kids love the music soo much and the girl's got talent I tell you! &lt;br /&gt;This video put something in my heart today I can't explain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230959174082183172-7642444975924656005?l=bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7642444975924656005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-to-laugh-out-loud.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/7642444975924656005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/7642444975924656005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-to-laugh-out-loud.html' title='Time To Laugh Out Loud...'/><author><name>Teena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547329266181093612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230959174082183172.post-7624472409194759704</id><published>2009-10-30T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:38:07.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Waste Your Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/SusWVWRXntI/AAAAAAAAABw/4Cen9qhFjG4/s1600-h/question+marks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/SusWVWRXntI/AAAAAAAAABw/4Cen9qhFjG4/s400/question+marks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398433134345166546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In whatever way that is for you...it's a matter of at the end of the day...you look back...do you wished you had of lived your day different?...did you have regrets?...did you treat others the way you should have?...did you say sorry?...?????&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCxZvD_wZ6I&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=1FB8CDD42B1B70B7&amp;amp;index=0&amp;amp;playnext=1"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCxZvD_wZ6I&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=1FB8CDD42B1B70B7&amp;amp;index=0&amp;amp;playnext=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230959174082183172-7624472409194759704?l=bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7624472409194759704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-waste-your-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/7624472409194759704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/7624472409194759704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-waste-your-day.html' title='Don&apos;t Waste Your Day....'/><author><name>Teena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547329266181093612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/SusWVWRXntI/AAAAAAAAABw/4Cen9qhFjG4/s72-c/question+marks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230959174082183172.post-7994704013706154325</id><published>2009-10-28T08:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T08:56:32.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN THE WILDERNESS.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/SuhmwT87o9I/AAAAAAAAABg/LtEIkwJrjB8/s1600-h/forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 104px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/SuhmwT87o9I/AAAAAAAAABg/LtEIkwJrjB8/s400/forest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397677133579133906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only for a short time is ok right? The way to the Promised Land is through the wilderness... Why are we there soooo long sometimes? Because we see things in a way that doesn't line up with how God sees things...? We want to go back to the past where things weren't AS bad as the wilderness...but how does that compare to what lies ahead? ...if we only knew the way... God knows and wants to lead us there...to the Promised Land...right? Not set up camp in the wilderness and stay... are we lost? have we given up? is the way too hard a path? Wouldn't it be nice if God would take us above the trees so we can see the path to the Promised Land? how close it is...... and that it really does&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/Suhm-aBKGUI/AAAAAAAAABo/97HyEBir4HU/s400/forest+aerial+view.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 233px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397677375725640002" /&gt; exist...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230959174082183172-7994704013706154325?l=bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7994704013706154325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-wilderness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/7994704013706154325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/7994704013706154325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-wilderness.html' title='IN THE WILDERNESS.....'/><author><name>Teena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547329266181093612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/SuhmwT87o9I/AAAAAAAAABg/LtEIkwJrjB8/s72-c/forest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230959174082183172.post-8944008986500220759</id><published>2009-08-27T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:15:03.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Ok With Today If Tomorrow Were The End?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/SpdnyVM1mgI/AAAAAAAAABY/U7roZXjmx18/s1600-h/2317875250084453026ITHdJp_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 82px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/SpdnyVM1mgI/AAAAAAAAABY/U7roZXjmx18/s400/2317875250084453026ITHdJp_th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374878794672085506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;We all have regrets...but can we live from this moment on making no more....IMPOSSIBLE...maybe...I want to wake up every day being thankful for a new day...and go to bed being thankful for the day I just lived...but is that what I did?  Not always....but I did for a while when I was fighting cancer and after the cancer was gone.....even still, I am MORE thankful for each day, that is a GIFT from God, ever since then.  Even the days that I don't think were good and I didn't treat as a gift...God reminds me...if I'm listening...that there was good in the day...and then I can see the He is right...then I apologise for my attitude and ask God to show me how beautiful His gift of another day is when I wake...and He always does...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230959174082183172-8944008986500220759?l=bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8944008986500220759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-you-ok-with-today-if-tomorrow-were.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/8944008986500220759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/8944008986500220759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-you-ok-with-today-if-tomorrow-were.html' title='Are You Ok With Today If Tomorrow Were The End?'/><author><name>Teena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547329266181093612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/SpdnyVM1mgI/AAAAAAAAABY/U7roZXjmx18/s72-c/2317875250084453026ITHdJp_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230959174082183172.post-7659912978906607785</id><published>2009-08-21T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T05:57:06.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Q-yM4QCIek"&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Q-yM4QCIek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230959174082183172-7659912978906607785?l=bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7659912978906607785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/www.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/7659912978906607785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/7659912978906607785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/www.html' title=''/><author><name>Teena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547329266181093612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230959174082183172.post-6157362574261202225</id><published>2009-08-20T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:58:00.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Believing the Truth Even When You Don't See It...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/So1maxyA2TI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0g4EZA9T-Dk/s1600-h/bible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 84px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/So1maxyA2TI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0g4EZA9T-Dk/s400/bible.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372062540748609842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CIRCUMSTANCES are what we see with are &lt;i&gt;earthly eyes&lt;/i&gt; or feel with our&lt;i&gt; earthly emotions&lt;/i&gt; or think with our &lt;i&gt;earthly mind&lt;/i&gt;...BUT in the spirit things may appear quite different....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Like when we read the words in the bible...&lt;/span&gt;our mind will start to think like God and we will actually start to see our circumstances with our &lt;i&gt;spiritual eyes&lt;/i&gt; instead of with our earthly eyes.  Our Mind, Will and Emotions of our Soul will start to become encouraged and changed...and our Body and Spirit will also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Like when we speak the words in the bible...&lt;/span&gt;things actually happen in the &lt;i&gt;spiritual world&lt;/i&gt; and start to change the &lt;i&gt;physical world&lt;/i&gt;.  They are living words and actually accomplish what they say....the words are the TRUTH and are from GOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I experienced this as true when I experienced cancer.  The words of the doctors spoke of one outcome...but as I spoke the words of God, I experienced another outcome....healing from God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't an easy road....I constantly battled with my faith...choosing to believe that I was being healed even when I didn't see results right away.  I also know that when I wasn't believing, I had many others that were....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Read and Speak the Words in the Bible that are the Truth even when you don't feel like it....and you will SEE the changes around and in you....and BE ENCOURAGED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230959174082183172-6157362574261202225?l=bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6157362574261202225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/believing-truth-even-when-you-dont-see.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/6157362574261202225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/6157362574261202225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/believing-truth-even-when-you-dont-see.html' title='Believing the Truth Even When You Don&apos;t See It...'/><author><name>Teena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547329266181093612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/So1maxyA2TI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0g4EZA9T-Dk/s72-c/bible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230959174082183172.post-932508065540787235</id><published>2009-07-21T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T08:02:38.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Set Up From The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/SmZqd1R161I/AAAAAAAAABA/8-SmryppCZM/s1600-h/180px-Female_Monk_Ancient_Shield_Bug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/SmZqd1R161I/AAAAAAAAABA/8-SmryppCZM/s320/180px-Female_Monk_Ancient_Shield_Bug.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361089467181820754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/SmZpcZJBTPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ff-XtY5Fw7E/s1600-h/180px-Female_Monk_Ancient_Shield_Bug.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Born into the world of satan...from the beginning of conception, he does not want us to live... or if we do, he does not want us to live knowing God or ON EARTH AS IT IS IN HEAVEN.  And when we do discover God, it is satan's lifelong mission to ruin our life on earth.  Well at least this has been my experience. Perserverence, I guess, is my life long mission.  How many times have I fallen or been knocked down and wanted to give up...how many times have I got back up to try again.  What I have learned and am still learning is to let God fight for me.  Otherwise I'm fighting satan one on one....that's NOT good. To let God fight for me, I have to CHOOSE to believe what God says in the bible. That's my part...and it's near impossible sometimes when satan is bombarding your mind with the opposite, confusing your beliefs, and wearing you to exhaustion so you cannot fight against him (which we are not suppose to do). LET GOD!!!  I know God is ALWAYS there with me.... but He wants to fight the battle...I just have to believe, believe, believe...sometimes all I can do is to acknowledge that God IS there with me by calling out...HELP!!... and telling myself that "It's ok...Jesus is going to help me".......&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-v91MIT4GEg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-v91MIT4GEg&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This post is an expression of my battle with my mind. It's been a lifelong one. Not everyone will have this battle and I don't expect everyone to relate or understand. It may help someone who has the same battle to know that someone else understands by experience the battle they live with. When I read &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ps. 84 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I then knew I wasn't the only one with this experience .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  I have planned to share my experiences with how I came to believe that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;God's plan for our life is good and filled with hope,&lt;/span&gt; and how God has shown me the good and hope in the world in the midst of the bad and hopelessness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230959174082183172-932508065540787235?l=bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/932508065540787235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/set-up-from-beginning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/932508065540787235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/932508065540787235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/set-up-from-beginning.html' title='Set Up From The Beginning'/><author><name>Teena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547329266181093612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/SmZqd1R161I/AAAAAAAAABA/8-SmryppCZM/s72-c/180px-Female_Monk_Ancient_Shield_Bug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230959174082183172.post-6885316634314123458</id><published>2009-07-19T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T18:30:17.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnetic Colours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/SmPImNSCELI/AAAAAAAAAAw/3T9QCnU7bBc/s1600-h/aqua_Butterfly_Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/SmPImNSCELI/AAAAAAAAAAw/3T9QCnU7bBc/s320/aqua_Butterfly_Sunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360348540226900146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Like the pull of a magnet to metal, I am drawn into the colours of the sunset.  I watch until it is dark and it seems as there is only all the colours together as black. Maybe that's why I love orange...not every one's favourite colour...but is almost always in the sky at sunset.  It is mesmerizing, powerfully peaceful and captures my full attention and focus where nothing seems to matter except the changing, moving colours of the sky. I would love to fly into the sunset and follow it around the earth...the never ending sunset.  But I can't...so instead I wait for the moon and the stars to follow, and am mesmerized still by the depth and magnetic draw of the ever changing sky...how I wish I could FLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230959174082183172-6885316634314123458?l=bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6885316634314123458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/magnetic-colours.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/6885316634314123458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/6885316634314123458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/magnetic-colours.html' title='Magnetic Colours'/><author><name>Teena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547329266181093612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjlsDOnT7fs/SmPImNSCELI/AAAAAAAAAAw/3T9QCnU7bBc/s72-c/aqua_Butterfly_Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230959174082183172.post-4235097881734485029</id><published>2009-07-18T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:14:05.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://travelpod.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/3-1241766000-butterfly-on-path.jpg?w=450&amp;amp;h=337"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 449px; height: 337px;" src="http://travelpod.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/3-1241766000-butterfly-on-path.jpg?w=450&amp;amp;h=337" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did my life get to here...at age 39 (and 5 months)?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt; ...is...a christian for 18 years....living in an apartment...with my 2 girls (age 7 and 9)...with my second husband (just newlyweds of only 2 months)...very happy...but battling the mind...and freer than I've ever been.  I'd like to share with anyone who cares listen how I've made it this far down the path....and still BELEIVING that God has GOOD plans for my life ahead...that isn't lonely, unfulfilling, and without meaning, love, and joy.  I have HOPE...that my dreams will come true...HOPE that I will experience true love...HOPE  that I will accomplish the things God has set out for me...HOPE that I will SURVIVE the battles to come as I have survived the past..HOPE that I will have PEACE in life no matter what thing comes my way...that brings the deepest JOY only one can experience WITH GOD.  I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;struggle..almost DAILY...with my mind...the BATTLE, oh the BATTLE...it has tried to destroy me and my loved ones...THANK YOU GOD... that we are on this path together...HERE...we are......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230959174082183172-4235097881734485029?l=bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4235097881734485029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-here.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/4235097881734485029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230959174082183172/posts/default/4235097881734485029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebutterflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-here.html' title='I Am Here'/><author><name>Teena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547329266181093612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
