<?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-8805803132145810191</id><updated>2011-08-01T13:08:36.995-07:00</updated><category term='born-again'/><category term='Rudyard Kipling'/><category term='If'/><category term='David L. Weatherford'/><category term='christian'/><category term='poem'/><category term='school'/><category term='beginning'/><category term='poems'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Life's a Journey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805803132145810191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartexpression.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13740032731759171529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTm8v3mDgTM/StzPVeiDHGI/AAAAAAAABYs/TM_Op4cn-NY/S220/Rob_Bday0051b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805803132145810191.post-6819334405613007758</id><published>2010-08-06T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T01:27:49.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be wealthy or not? That is the question.</title><content type='html'>Ever found yourself not too happy with your current circumstances? More accurately should I rather say not too happy with your financial positioning compared with your neighbour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all have a bit of that from time to time and it can be quite a challenge, especially if you happen to be going through a financial challenge. What and who can you trust in then to change your circumstances and does it matter anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was reading Hebrews 13 today and verse 5  puts it into perspective. I hope it helps you too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="verse Heb_13_5 selected"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;  Let your character &lt;i&gt; or &lt;/i&gt; moral disposition be free from love of money [including greed, avarice, lust, and craving for earthly  possessions] and be satisfied with your present [circumstances and with  what you have]; for He [God] Himself has said, I will not in any way  fail you &lt;i&gt; nor &lt;/i&gt; give you up &lt;i&gt; nor &lt;/i&gt; leave you without support. [I will] not, [I will] not, [I will] not in any degree leave you helpless &lt;i&gt; nor &lt;/i&gt; forsake &lt;i&gt; nor &lt;/i&gt; let [you] down (relax My hold on you)! [Assuredly not!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse Heb_13_6"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So however bad you think you situation is... remember it could be worse and also you are being looked after by God himself. He won't fail you. I could write more thoughts on this but this is sufficient for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805803132145810191-6819334405613007758?l=heartexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/6819334405613007758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartexpression.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-be-wealthy-or-not-that-is-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805803132145810191/posts/default/6819334405613007758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805803132145810191/posts/default/6819334405613007758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartexpression.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-be-wealthy-or-not-that-is-question.html' title='To be wealthy or not? That is the question.'/><author><name>Zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13740032731759171529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTm8v3mDgTM/StzPVeiDHGI/AAAAAAAABYs/TM_Op4cn-NY/S220/Rob_Bday0051b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805803132145810191.post-6581128541737755581</id><published>2009-10-29T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T06:18:19.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rudyard Kipling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>If...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you can keep                      your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;                          Are losing theirs and                      blaming it on you;&lt;br /&gt;                    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;                          But make allowance for                      their doubting too:&lt;br /&gt;                    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;                          Or being lied about, don't                      deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt;                    Or being hated don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;                          And yet don't look too                      good, nor talk too wise;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;                    If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;&lt;br /&gt;                          If you can think –                      and not make thoughts your aim,&lt;br /&gt;                    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;br /&gt;                          And treat those two imposters                      just the same:&lt;br /&gt;                    If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;                          Twisted by knaves to make                      a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;                    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,&lt;br /&gt;                          And stoop and build 'em                      up with worn-out tools;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;                          And risk it on one turn                      of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;                    And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;                          And never breathe a word                      about your loss:&lt;br /&gt;                    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;                          To serve your turn long                      after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;                    And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;                          Except the Will which                      says to them: "Hold on!"&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;                    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;                          Or walk with Kings –                      nor lose the common touch,&lt;br /&gt;                    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;                          If all men count with                      you, but none too much:&lt;br /&gt;                    If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;                          With sixty seconds' worth                      of distance run,&lt;br /&gt;                    Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;                          And – which is more                      – you'll be a Man, my son!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                   Rudyard Kipling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805803132145810191-6581128541737755581?l=heartexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/6581128541737755581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartexpression.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-by-rudyard-kipling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805803132145810191/posts/default/6581128541737755581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805803132145810191/posts/default/6581128541737755581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartexpression.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-by-rudyard-kipling.html' title='If...'/><author><name>Zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13740032731759171529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTm8v3mDgTM/StzPVeiDHGI/AAAAAAAABYs/TM_Op4cn-NY/S220/Rob_Bday0051b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805803132145810191.post-4648377941997024501</id><published>2009-10-23T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T06:19:40.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David L. Weatherford'/><title type='text'>A meaningful poem (not mine)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="content"&gt;This was written by by David L. Weatherford, but I love it so much thought it would be good to add in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Ever follow a butterfly's erratic flight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; You better slow down. Don't dance so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; Time is short. The music won't last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; Do you run through each day on the fly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; When you ask: How are you? Do you hear the reply?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; When the day is done, do you lie in your bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; With the next hundred chores running through your head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; Time is short. The music won't last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; And in your haste, not see his sorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; Cause you never had time to call and say, "Hi"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; You'd better slow down, Don't dance so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; Time is short, The music won't last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; When you run so fast to get somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; You miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; When you worry and hurry through your day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; It is like an unopened gift thrown away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; Life is not a race do take it slower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; Hear the music before the song is over.&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/8805803132145810191-4648377941997024501?l=heartexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/4648377941997024501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartexpression.blogspot.com/2009/10/meaningful-poem-not-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805803132145810191/posts/default/4648377941997024501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805803132145810191/posts/default/4648377941997024501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartexpression.blogspot.com/2009/10/meaningful-poem-not-mine.html' title='A meaningful poem (not mine)'/><author><name>Zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13740032731759171529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTm8v3mDgTM/StzPVeiDHGI/AAAAAAAABYs/TM_Op4cn-NY/S220/Rob_Bday0051b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805803132145810191.post-5054837721596922245</id><published>2009-10-19T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T02:25:52.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='born-again'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Speaking of beginnings, I thought it might be appropriate to start at the beginning... the beginning of my life. It's not when I was born, it's quite some time after that. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I was born and grew up day by day experiencing many different things that people experience normally and also things that were not so normal. Some of these I might blog at a later stage, but for this post... I'll concentrate on where it began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there were a few key moments in my life that stood out so much that I can remember them like it was yesterday. The first was when I was about 7 or 8. I had just been to Sunday school and it was about the wisdom of Solomon. I wasn't a christian, just a child that had been to Sunday school. Well I remember looking up to the sky and as sincerely as only a child can prayed, 'God give me wisdom, not riches, make me wise' because I remembered that God blessed Solomon for asking for wisdom, not riches. I felt that God had heard me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second was in High school (around grade 11) there were these Christian outreach teams witnessing at our school. Well there was a lot of debate and negative response to the teams and eventually they got fairly fed up and said well those who wish to leave may leave and those who want to stand up for Jesus, stand up. All my friends left but somehow inside myself I said "I will not deny Jesus. I'm going to stand up!" I didn't become a Christian but it was a significant moment in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third was one cold evening. It was clear and you could see thousands of stars. I remembered a song we used to sing at school, "Oh Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder, consider all the works your hands have made..., I see the stars..." and I said "God, if you're real, show yourself to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks later I was in a big charismatic church... the kind I had never been in before. I remember walking in and being immediately impacted. The man who shook my hand at the door looked into my soul. The team praying on stage prayed with power and conviction. The songs we sang were filled with life and meaning. But before anybody began to preach, just after we sat down, one of the pastors said to the congregation, "if you are a believer, stand up". At first it didn't register, but as soon as most of the congregation had stood up it registered and I suddenly I felt the conviction of sin in my life. In that instant, God spoke to me and said "if you don't go down to the front and confess me before men I cannot call you like I'm calling them". It hit me square between the eyes, I couldn't deny it or hide from it. However it took me three weeks to get to the front (it was a big church and I thought a lot about this before I could do it). Finally I surrendered my life to Christ. It was like the first day of my true destiny, the moment my heart had been waiting for all of my life. I just didn't know it until then. That was the true beginning of my life, when I was born-again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805803132145810191-5054837721596922245?l=heartexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/5054837721596922245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartexpression.blogspot.com/2009/10/speaking-of-beginnings-i-thought-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805803132145810191/posts/default/5054837721596922245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805803132145810191/posts/default/5054837721596922245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartexpression.blogspot.com/2009/10/speaking-of-beginnings-i-thought-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13740032731759171529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTm8v3mDgTM/StzPVeiDHGI/AAAAAAAABYs/TM_Op4cn-NY/S220/Rob_Bday0051b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805803132145810191.post-2455794244772566675</id><published>2009-10-15T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:39:45.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning</title><content type='html'>We'll it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the beginning of blogging for me&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not usually one very interested in blogging but here I am taking my first step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep this short as all I'm really trying to do is set the blog up, see how it looks, tweek a few thinks here and there and then... well then I'll probably invite a few people, tell them about my blog and hopefully become famous (just kidding, I have no interest in fame).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intend on writing a few things about my experiences, thoughts and observations. Hopefully it'll be exciting, captivating, challenging, thought provoking and well just a good read too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's enough for now... more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805803132145810191-2455794244772566675?l=heartexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/2455794244772566675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartexpression.blogspot.com/2009/10/beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805803132145810191/posts/default/2455794244772566675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805803132145810191/posts/default/2455794244772566675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartexpression.blogspot.com/2009/10/beginning.html' title='The beginning'/><author><name>Zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13740032731759171529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTm8v3mDgTM/StzPVeiDHGI/AAAAAAAABYs/TM_Op4cn-NY/S220/Rob_Bday0051b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
