<?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-2408171525008024507</id><updated>2011-07-28T22:26:12.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Share with Her</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Share with Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128113550094481099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7G-_yasA_MQ/SKw-Ou3lkMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DfCaZzbBD9s/S220/woman+meets+Jesus.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408171525008024507.post-821251983750284292</id><published>2009-08-07T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:21:03.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your body is God's temple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 Corinthians 6: 19-20 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haphazardly disobeyed this rule for my life. I have not been ensuring that I take the rest and exercise my body needs. In addition, I have not made the time and effort to meditate on the Word of God. No wonder I haven't grown that much this year. It's time for a great change in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ladies, don't be trapped by that desire to be busy. Busyness does not equate success. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I pray this revelation touches you in a way so powerfully that God will redirect your focus just like He did for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfort Her&lt;/em&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/2408171525008024507-821251983750284292?l=comforther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/feeds/821251983750284292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408171525008024507&amp;postID=821251983750284292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/821251983750284292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/821251983750284292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/2009/08/gods-temple.html' title='God&apos;s Temple'/><author><name>Share with Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128113550094481099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7G-_yasA_MQ/SKw-Ou3lkMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DfCaZzbBD9s/S220/woman+meets+Jesus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408171525008024507.post-8031237917020296143</id><published>2009-07-20T10:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:48:17.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>July 10th, 2009 - Be nice to your sister.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I came into work this morning and I saw an artiste performing on Good Morning America. She was a plus sized sister and she wore a white shirt and a white pair of pants. I said to my work colleagues, "Why does she have on that outfit?" I wish I had held my tongue and saved my comments for myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was wrong in measuring her with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"measuring stick"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Each one of us is fearfully and wonderfully made. So many times I have seen women or heard women analyse how a lady looks. We as women tend to tear each other down and that should not be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have made a firm decision to see every woman as God's unique creation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfort Her&lt;/em&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/2408171525008024507-8031237917020296143?l=comforther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/feeds/8031237917020296143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408171525008024507&amp;postID=8031237917020296143' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/8031237917020296143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/8031237917020296143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-10th-2009-be-nice-to-your-sister.html' title='July 10th, 2009 - Be nice to your sister.'/><author><name>Share with Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128113550094481099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7G-_yasA_MQ/SKw-Ou3lkMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DfCaZzbBD9s/S220/woman+meets+Jesus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408171525008024507.post-1452690564804447476</id><published>2009-07-09T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:14:49.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The birds in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After lunch, I decided to look outside the window. There I saw a sparrow gathering twigs to build a nest. I thought to myself, how amazing. He had all that he needed in order to build the nest. It was right there within his grasp. Then it dawned on me. God created everything in the earth. All that bird needs is available in abundance. Since God is providing for that bird, how different am I from the little creature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Mathhew 6:26 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That gave me the reassurance that the Lord is Jehovah Jireh, my Provider. My husband and I are hoping one day to build a home of our own. The Lord is certainly not slack concerning His promises!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your kingdom is an everlasting kingdom, and your dominion endures through all generations. The Lord is faithful to all his promises and loving toward all he has made. Psalm 145:13 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfort Her&lt;/em&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/2408171525008024507-1452690564804447476?l=comforther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/feeds/1452690564804447476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408171525008024507&amp;postID=1452690564804447476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/1452690564804447476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/1452690564804447476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/2009/07/birds-in-air.html' title='The birds in the air'/><author><name>Share with Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128113550094481099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7G-_yasA_MQ/SKw-Ou3lkMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DfCaZzbBD9s/S220/woman+meets+Jesus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408171525008024507.post-5577236163212037534</id><published>2009-07-09T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:19:16.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighthouse - July 8th, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the morning, I saw a vision of a lighthouse. It was tall, white and was lit with a white light. The Lord showed Himself to me once again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I pondered on what was revealed to me. This verse came to me: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path. Psalm 119:105 KJV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What is a lighthouse you may ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"A tower or other structure displaying or flashing a very bright light for the guidance of ships in avoiding dangerous areas, in following certain routes, etc." (&lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com/"&gt;http://www.dictionary.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God Himself wrote the Bible. They are excellent guidelines for daily living. He sets guidelines to protect us from harm and danger. When life seems cloudy He is always there to shine His light to guide us along our journeys. He is our tower, our refuge and guiding light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just imagine at night when the shore is not visible, ships use the lighthouse to arrive at their destination safely. How different are we from the ships. Those who don't know Him are lost in the darkness, but there is hope. The lighthouse, God Himself, will guide them out of the darkness into the marvellous light. How about those have a relationship with Him. Even during our most difficult times when all seems dark, the lighthouse, God Himself will be a light unto our paths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfort Her&lt;/em&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/2408171525008024507-5577236163212037534?l=comforther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/feeds/5577236163212037534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408171525008024507&amp;postID=5577236163212037534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/5577236163212037534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/5577236163212037534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/2009/07/lighthouse-july-8th-2009.html' title='Lighthouse - July 8th, 2009'/><author><name>Share with Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128113550094481099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7G-_yasA_MQ/SKw-Ou3lkMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DfCaZzbBD9s/S220/woman+meets+Jesus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408171525008024507.post-3855938848366094858</id><published>2009-07-07T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:20:02.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A fresh revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God revealed to me today that all I do is for &lt;strong&gt;His&lt;/strong&gt; honour and for &lt;strong&gt;His&lt;/strong&gt; glory; not for &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; honour and for &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was still unsure about how God revealed Himself to me yesterday. I reflected on the verse that I read:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, Isaiah 61:1 NIV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It then dawned on me that verse was speaking about Jesus. The white bright light was Him visiting me. My Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ revealed Himself to me! Wow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before God removed incorrect mindsets that I had carried for years, I used to think that verse was talking about me. I was so wrong. I know God has given all of His children the power and authority to overcome all the power of the enemy, but I am not the one who completed the work on the cross. In other words, Jesus is the One who sets the captives free, not melinda. I am simply His vessel through which He will &lt;strong&gt;use &lt;/strong&gt;for &lt;strong&gt;His &lt;/strong&gt;honour and for &lt;strong&gt;His &lt;/strong&gt;glory. I had been prideful. I thought it was all about me. Those were indeed false pretenses that rose up against the knowledge of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ. 2 Corinthians 10:5 NIV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My duty as His child is to simply believe and develop an intimate relationship with the Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues; They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover. Mark 16:17-18 KJV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfort Her&lt;/em&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/2408171525008024507-3855938848366094858?l=comforther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/feeds/3855938848366094858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408171525008024507&amp;postID=3855938848366094858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/3855938848366094858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/3855938848366094858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/2009/07/fresh-revelation.html' title='A fresh revelation'/><author><name>Share with Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128113550094481099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7G-_yasA_MQ/SKw-Ou3lkMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DfCaZzbBD9s/S220/woman+meets+Jesus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408171525008024507.post-298501754966223136</id><published>2009-07-07T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:31:52.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A bright light - July 6th, 2009</title><content type='html'>Today I read the following Bible passage Isaiah 61:1 (NIV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a bright white light appear from the scripture. I was overwhelmed, but at peace as the light touched my eyes. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfort Her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408171525008024507-298501754966223136?l=comforther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/feeds/298501754966223136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408171525008024507&amp;postID=298501754966223136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/298501754966223136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/298501754966223136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/2009/07/bright-light-july-6th-2009.html' title='A bright light - July 6th, 2009'/><author><name>Share with Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128113550094481099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7G-_yasA_MQ/SKw-Ou3lkMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DfCaZzbBD9s/S220/woman+meets+Jesus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408171525008024507.post-6099470784001804878</id><published>2009-07-07T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:26:06.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakthrough - July 5th, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of my very good friends came in for a wedding on July 2nd. It was great to see her as usual. She was one of many who prayed tirelessly that God would snatch me out of the enemy's grip. &lt;strong&gt;(That's another testimony for another time)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I told her about Comfort Her and that I felt burdened. I did not know what else to do. I was lost as to the direction God would have me go. I was wondering why isn't there any movement in this mission God had assigned me to. She told me that she would pray for me on Sunday, which was July 5th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So one of my friends suggested that we go to "Just Grilling" to hang out. &lt;strong&gt;(great grilled vegetables, meats,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;potatoes, you should try it some time!)&lt;/strong&gt; After we finished chilling we sought the Lord for answers concerning my struggle. I received a gentle rebuke from the Lord and it was timely. I had been carrying this load of Comfort Her on my shoulders. I thought I had to take full responsibility for it. You see I was trying to play God's role, which was never required of me. God said that it would grow and flourish; it will grow and flourish, but you see I was getting in His way. This is why Daddy slowed down the progress. I learned that I all I had to do was to grow closer to God and He will make a way out of no way. Wow. What a simple solution!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There were incorrect mindsets that I carried. I was prayed for and Jesus Himself corrected that. I am so glad that He stopped me before it got worse. I am so thankful that He made Himself known to me in a new light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank You God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfort Her&lt;/em&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/2408171525008024507-6099470784001804878?l=comforther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/feeds/6099470784001804878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408171525008024507&amp;postID=6099470784001804878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/6099470784001804878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/6099470784001804878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/2009/07/breakthrough-july-5th-2009.html' title='Breakthrough - July 5th, 2009'/><author><name>Share with Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128113550094481099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7G-_yasA_MQ/SKw-Ou3lkMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DfCaZzbBD9s/S220/woman+meets+Jesus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408171525008024507.post-6763378028504451247</id><published>2008-09-26T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T09:16:29.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Reflection in the mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I look in the mirror &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll tell you what I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I see someone who's been through tough currents in her life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Her eyes glow as she's eager to continue her journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's changed! Oh how much she's changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No longer does she surrender to the need to overeat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That was once her way to ease the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She loves the details God has knitted on her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Her eyes, lips, mouth and nose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh how she cherishes those&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She sees there's no longer a need to gaze at the teen magasines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's finally found true beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She knows and understands she's the apple of His eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The King is enthralled by her beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I look in the mirror &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll tell you what I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I see His most prized possession&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She knows she's fearfully and wonderfully made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfort Her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408171525008024507-6763378028504451247?l=comforther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/feeds/6763378028504451247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408171525008024507&amp;postID=6763378028504451247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/6763378028504451247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/6763378028504451247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-reflection-in-mirror.html' title='My Reflection in the mirror'/><author><name>Share with Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128113550094481099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7G-_yasA_MQ/SKw-Ou3lkMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DfCaZzbBD9s/S220/woman+meets+Jesus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408171525008024507.post-8777927226626689717</id><published>2008-02-29T10:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T16:56:29.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know the Plans I Have for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I visited a church called the Living Room. It was amazing experience! God was definitely there and received healing while I was there. Emotional healing from my past. It felt great to give my burdens to Him. For so long I thought He couldn't love me unconditionally because of my imperfections. The devil is a liar! He loved me so much and continues to love me so much that He literally shut me up one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You're probably wondering why would such a loving God shut me up. I'll tell you why, because I had been busy ranting and raving about my insecurities, needs, anxieties, fears and troubles. He longed so much to empower me and free my soul from those hindrances in my life.  He simply wanted me to be still and just listen. I heard the most beautiful words any woman would dream hearing. " I know the plans I have for you. Rest in Me. I will take care of you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whoa, unbelievable! I can rest in knowing He's in control. I am not worry or fear whether or not He will provide. My Lord is faithful and He will conquer on my behalf!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfort Her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408171525008024507-8777927226626689717?l=comforther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/feeds/8777927226626689717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408171525008024507&amp;postID=8777927226626689717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/8777927226626689717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/8777927226626689717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-know-plans-i-have-for-you.html' title='I Know the Plans I Have for you'/><author><name>Share with Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128113550094481099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7G-_yasA_MQ/SKw-Ou3lkMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DfCaZzbBD9s/S220/woman+meets+Jesus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408171525008024507.post-8762938176269193118</id><published>2008-01-21T07:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T10:05:50.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Knight in shining armour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The dragon held me captive in the highest tower in the castle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The dragon threatened me that if I ever made an attempt to escape, he will hunt me down and shut me in a deeper dungeon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I cried helplessly late into the night. There was no way out and I had no strength to fight anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the point where no hope lit my room, from the distance I saw a man of valour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He drew His sword and charged the dragon. He jumped into the air and slayed the dragon with one mighty blow to it's head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The dragon is dead! I cried tears of joy. The minute He defeated the enemy, He raised His head slowly to the window I was standing at. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He gently smiled and beckoned me to be by His side. I ran downstairs with tears streaming down my face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At that point I ran into His arms. I finally felt the warmth of His embrace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am free, I whisphered....I am free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfort Her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408171525008024507-8762938176269193118?l=comforther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/feeds/8762938176269193118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408171525008024507&amp;postID=8762938176269193118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/8762938176269193118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/8762938176269193118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-knight-in-shining-armour.html' title='My Knight in shining armour'/><author><name>Share with Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128113550094481099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7G-_yasA_MQ/SKw-Ou3lkMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DfCaZzbBD9s/S220/woman+meets+Jesus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408171525008024507.post-5761947080741525985</id><published>2008-01-05T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T19:19:38.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you help her?</title><content type='html'>She sells her body from time to time, just to get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crack she releases into her nose gives her such a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She parties all night long, drinking alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a well known porn star, all the men worship and adore her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's taken advantage of at the back of the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told her if you like me you will have sex with me and if you love me, you'll let me experience your body without the condom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been abused throughout her childhood, now she hates men with a passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's confused about her sexuality, the lady keeps calling her to move in with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church has thrown her out because she's been tested positive for HIV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's pregnant and the father denies the baby is his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's in alot of debt, the only thing that will ease her pain is ending her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband just left her, she's thinking of ending his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been depressed for too long, she's searching desperately for a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many women are suffering out there. They need Jesus and they need women like you to Comfort them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is ......will you help her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfort Her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408171525008024507-5761947080741525985?l=comforther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/feeds/5761947080741525985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408171525008024507&amp;postID=5761947080741525985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/5761947080741525985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/5761947080741525985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/2008/01/will-you-help-her.html' title='Will you help her?'/><author><name>Share with Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128113550094481099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7G-_yasA_MQ/SKw-Ou3lkMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DfCaZzbBD9s/S220/woman+meets+Jesus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408171525008024507.post-2904040271731504161</id><published>2007-11-20T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:11:27.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rejected Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Fail that's all you'll ever do!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Do you know what you're doing?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"You're no good for me."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Those were the words spoken over my life time and time again. What else was I supposed to do? Nothing else but believe all those false thoughts of myself. At that time I placed the Bible at the back of my mind, forgetting God's truth over my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Time after time I was rejected, kicked to the curb, named the outcast in society. I had a very hard time fitting into the "it" club. They were the popular kids and everyone liked them. I on the other hand was not popular. I was a chubby teenager with tons of zits all over my face. No guy ever wanted to date me and there was nothing to do on a Saturday night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I developed low self esteem and became very desparate for anyone. It even got worse that I was very willing to take anything. Men saw a beautiful rose that was very inviting and inticing. They became intrigued and took advantage of my luring scent. Every attempt to start a relationship failed. One after the next, they dumped me. Outside of relationships, my lecturers weren't too kind to me. They thought I had no future in a career. I became frustrated and angry at myself. Oh yes I knew God, but still I didn't understand what He meant when He said He loved me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;At the point of no return, there came a time I was willing to end it. I didn't want to live anymore. My path seemed dark and dim. No one cared, no man wanted me and my career was in the pits. Then the Rescuer stepped in. He had enough of the torment I went through. I was a crumpled rose. I lost the colour and the life of my rose petals.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;By His hand He recreated me. He took the time to scrape what remained of me and performed a miracle. He planted me in His garden and shined His light on me. Like a faithful gardner, He gave me water and ensured the soil I lived in was fertile enough for my roots to grow strong and firm in Him. He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 1:3 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I wasn't considered to be someone who would go somewhere, He saw it from a billions of miles away at His throne. Every day  I was surrounded by people and they never saw the potential in me. But my Lord, the One who sees all, saw this diamond, the treasure within. I am sure He would say you were once My Rejected Rose but now you glow and represent My Glory. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaiah 61:3 NIV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and provide for those who grieve in Zion-- to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfort Her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&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/2408171525008024507-2904040271731504161?l=comforther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/feeds/2904040271731504161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408171525008024507&amp;postID=2904040271731504161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/2904040271731504161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/2904040271731504161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-rejected-rose.html' title='My Rejected Rose'/><author><name>Share with Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128113550094481099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7G-_yasA_MQ/SKw-Ou3lkMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DfCaZzbBD9s/S220/woman+meets+Jesus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408171525008024507.post-2352968946651725276</id><published>2007-10-29T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:45:04.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You're a winner!</title><content type='html'>Vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I saw myself running a hurdle race and as I approached the obstacle, I executed the technique like a professional athlete. God spoke to me loud and clear, you will clear every hurdle, you will win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's no mountain that's too high for us to run over or even too heavy to move out of your way. Jesus has given you the power and authority to crush the enemy's head! No power of darkness will overthrow you, for He came and took all power and authority from the enemy. Since we have received Him into our lives, we have access to His winning power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No mountain or obstacle is too hard for you defeat in Jesus name. You have been blessed with the anointing to succeed, to defeat debt, to build a new home, to start a new career or business, to heal the nation, to speak life to those are hurting, to be all that He has created you to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lady prosper today in the name of Jesus, I set you loose from every mind binding spirit, fear, doubt, worry, depression, suicide and heaviness in the name of Jesus. I release you to seek His face and to become the warrior He has called you to be, in the name of Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfort Her&lt;/em&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/2408171525008024507-2352968946651725276?l=comforther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/feeds/2352968946651725276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408171525008024507&amp;postID=2352968946651725276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/2352968946651725276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/2352968946651725276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/2007/10/youre-winner.html' title='You&apos;re a winner!'/><author><name>Share with Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128113550094481099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7G-_yasA_MQ/SKw-Ou3lkMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DfCaZzbBD9s/S220/woman+meets+Jesus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408171525008024507.post-2954973908433924032</id><published>2007-10-20T10:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T20:19:58.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Think It's Too Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been down that road. The road where I thought would lead me to womanhood. The path I thought was the best possible means by which I could prove how much of an adult I am. You know the saying, if you play with fire you will be burnt and lady I have been burnt too many a time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was a hopeless cause. My heart raced the minute a man walked into a room, especially if he was a "Christian". At that instant I let my guard down and ladies that is a No No. I let them talk to me and soothe me and seduce me (not physically but emotionally). Then I found each man tell me after a few months, I am not attracted to you or I am already in a committed relationship. Ouch that did hurt, but this was part of my refining process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My desperation for a man came from the severe heartbreak from my "first love". I am sure you ladies can identify with what I am talking about. The first man you really loved and knew you wanted to marry him the first couple of weeks you've been in relationship with him. The man you though you could not live without. That my friends was my downfall and to make matters worst, his heart was not after God.  I held on out of desperation and gave my heart and mind to him. I placed him above God and that propelled me deeper into trouble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Until that faithful day, God called me out of it. I was so blind I could not see the trouble I was placing myself in. Jesus began showing His heart to me and that the passion He had for me. I began to realise he was verbally abusive towards me and that he didn't have his best interest towards me. I stood boldly and broke up with him, I felt great after I dropped the dead weight until a week later I found out he was with another girl. I went into such a depression, that all I did was cry every night. I couldn't sleep, I didn't want to eat, I couldn't stand to see him at school with her and I was dying on the inside, but God stepped in and became the man I needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He dried every tear. He comforted me. He told me I am beautiful. He told me I am blessed. He washed me clean from my past mistakes. He purified me and held me close. I felt love for the first time, but I was still confused. My foundation was not solid on Him, I still needed a man, I still needed to feel whole. So there I went once again, looking for love in the wrong places. I knew there were good Christian men out there, but that didn't necessarily mean they were all together and right with Daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I let down my guard so many times. It hurt too many times and it was painful. Jesus was calling me closer to Him, but I thought I would lose with Him, because He didn't know what was right for me. I thought I had it all together since I knew my previous relationship didn't work because he wasn't saved. I came to the end of myself. Torn apart and confused. Hurt, depressed, angry, suicidal, you name it. I had nothing left after many futile attempts, the enemy had me drained and&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I lacked the capacity to be used by God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He spoke to me and said clearly, "Melinda you have to give over your total life to me. I want ALL of you my love. I want to be the Lord of your life. I want you to understand your purpose on earth, I want you to be able to stand on your two feet and be a complete individual. You let down your guard and you place yourself in unwanted situations. Please trust me and I will lead you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I cried and I let go. I submitted and I came to the full realisation that He has my back. That He is in full control and that He knows what's best for me. Would you know it a guy came around after He spoke to me. The good news is that I learnt my lesson well. I am sure God breathed a huge sigh of relief and said by George she's finally got it! This same guy claimed he was saved and that I was to be his wife. I consulted God and He didn't answer me. Anytime you don't get an answer, ladies that means no. Believe me it's worth it to trust God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that test, the man of my dreams came into my life and it blows me away to this very day that he's here with me. Even when he came, I still had my objections. I told God he's too nice, he's this, he's that. I still had that "ideal" man in my head. Once again, He kicked me off my high horse and removed the scales from my eyes. I began to see the jewel of the man that he is and I am blessed to this very day. Thank God He set me straight and disciplined me. His thoughts are higher than our thoughts and He knows what's best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ladies it pays to serve God with a whole heart and to be obedient to Him. Why not give Him your total heart today. Why not submit to His will. His will is not meant to harm you but to protect you. Don't think for one second it's too late for God to clean you and turn around your situations. Don't think for one minute that He will mislead you and not make your ways straight and clear. My God will not hurt you, but only bless you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;His plans and are perfect and painless. He has the ability to stop your emotional roller coaster and make you a solid woman. He has the ability to transform your financial situation and make you a more responsible woman. He has the ability to remove all the hurt, pain and guilt from abusive relationships. He has the ability to be Lord over your sexuality and make you straight. He has the ability to love, cherish and protect you. He's worth the wait! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Give Him in all of you, He's madly in love with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfort Her&lt;/em&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/2408171525008024507-2954973908433924032?l=comforther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/feeds/2954973908433924032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408171525008024507&amp;postID=2954973908433924032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/2954973908433924032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/2954973908433924032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-think-its-too-late.html' title='Don&apos;t Think It&apos;s Too Late'/><author><name>Share with Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128113550094481099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7G-_yasA_MQ/SKw-Ou3lkMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DfCaZzbBD9s/S220/woman+meets+Jesus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408171525008024507.post-2339794991900988864</id><published>2007-10-12T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T10:49:58.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breast Cancer Awareness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ladies during this month and beyond, let's ensure we value our bodies and use them for God's glory and to raise our awareness of breast cancer. This disease has affected the lives of many families and devastated millions all over the world. Let's do our part to be the light to these hurting people. Let's be Jesus to them. Let's give money to the Cancer Society who are fighting to find a cure. Let's give money to those who can't afford to have mammograms. Let's visit the cancer wards and being the strong shoulder to cry on. Let's allow God to move through us and perform healings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's just allow God to move into the world and be the hope many men and women will gaze upon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfort Her&lt;/em&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/2408171525008024507-2339794991900988864?l=comforther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/feeds/2339794991900988864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408171525008024507&amp;postID=2339794991900988864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/2339794991900988864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/2339794991900988864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/2007/10/breast-cancer-awareness.html' title='Breast Cancer Awareness'/><author><name>Share with Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128113550094481099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7G-_yasA_MQ/SKw-Ou3lkMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DfCaZzbBD9s/S220/woman+meets+Jesus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408171525008024507.post-3823488804494131205</id><published>2007-09-23T22:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T09:53:09.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going under the knife!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Two best friends Mel and Jen decide to meet at Lucky Horseshoe. Mel has this life changing event she wishes to share with Jen. Let's listen in their conversation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mel: "Hi Jen, what's up!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jen: "I am blessed dear, very blessed."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mel: "I am so glad you could meet with me today."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jen: "I really can't wait for you to share the good news. So what is it?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mel: "Well, Jen. You know I've been looking for ways to improve my life and I can guarantee you this is the best method known to mankind."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jen: "Well get on with it, spill the beans, the suspense is killing me!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mel: "Are you ready? I am going under the knife!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jen: "What?!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mel: "That's right babes, the TOTAL makeover. The whole works."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jen: "I know you've been battling with self-esteem, but Mel isn't there a better alternative?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mel: "There's none quite like this. It's free of cost and it will hurt and sting, but the results will be oustanding."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mel: "The man who will perform the surgery is very well trained. He's had years of experience in this area."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mel: "I have a book, He's very famous, let me show you."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jen: "Mel I still don't think this is a good....."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mel reached into her bag took out her Bible and turned the pages to these verses. &lt;em&gt;For the word of God is living and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, and of joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;And there is no creature hidden from His sight, but all things are naked and open to the eyes of Him to whom we must give account.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hebrews 4:12-13 NKJV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jen breathed a huge sigh of relief and smiled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Mel you had me going for a second there."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfort Her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408171525008024507-3823488804494131205?l=comforther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/feeds/3823488804494131205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408171525008024507&amp;postID=3823488804494131205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/3823488804494131205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/3823488804494131205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-going-under-knife.html' title='I&apos;m going under the knife!'/><author><name>Share with Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128113550094481099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7G-_yasA_MQ/SKw-Ou3lkMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DfCaZzbBD9s/S220/woman+meets+Jesus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408171525008024507.post-8777103575786381151</id><published>2007-09-17T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T21:24:59.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You love me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How could a man be so in love with me. How could this man want to spend every second, minute and hour with me. You smile at me as I wake up in the morning, turn to my right and say Goodmorning to You. As I brush my hair, You're there. As I make my way to work You're there. As I work hard from nine to five, You're there. When I close my eyes at night, You're there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Many times I felt like giving up, but You held me close and became a strong shoulder to cry on. You kissed my forehead and whisphered, my love it'll be okay. I will protect you my love, no harm will come near you. I am your Provider, Helper, Healer. I will drive all the fear away. The heaviness will fade, please put a smile on your face, because my love I am with thee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I think no one loves me, You draw me near and hold me close. I cry when my heart is overwhelmed and You take Your precious time to dry my one thousand tears. You take the time to care for me, because You loved me before the foundations of the earth. You knew one day I would be lost in this world. You graciously placed Your crown on Your throne and in it's place took three nails and a crown of thorns for me. You gave Your last breath for me on the cross that day, so I can live life abundantly. You took all the guilt, hurt and shame from my past, because You knew in advance, I was in need of purification and cleansing from the shackles of my dying state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am your bride and You're my bridegroom waiting for the day You can take me away to be with You forever. Then at last I will lay my head in Your lap and breathe deeply as You sing so sweetly to me. &lt;em&gt;The Lord your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing." Zephaniah 3:17 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comfort Her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408171525008024507-8777103575786381151?l=comforther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/feeds/8777103575786381151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408171525008024507&amp;postID=8777103575786381151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/8777103575786381151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/8777103575786381151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-love-me.html' title='You love me'/><author><name>Share with Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128113550094481099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7G-_yasA_MQ/SKw-Ou3lkMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DfCaZzbBD9s/S220/woman+meets+Jesus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408171525008024507.post-7189190667319473899</id><published>2007-09-01T16:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T21:18:47.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You are Just so Beautiful to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7G-_yasA_MQ/Ru8U_jlf4MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5sczCtYP-mQ/s1600-h/IMAGE0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111327184205635778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7G-_yasA_MQ/Ru8U_jlf4MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5sczCtYP-mQ/s320/IMAGE0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 139:13-14 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You are fearfully and wonderfully made. You are a unique and beautiful woman. No one can be like you because that's what makes you special! God knew what He was doing when He carved you in the palm of His hand. He knew about your appearance, the length of your hair, the colour of your eyes. The list is endless! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No one on this earth is made with what the fashion industry calls a "perfect" frame. Some are short, some are tall. Some are slim, some are full figured. Some are white, some are black. Some have freckles, some have birth marks. He took the careful time to ensure we were fashioned correctly in His image. After all He did knit you together in your mother's womb and made sure every inch of your design bloomed into fruition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ladies, don't go thinking for one minute that your personality and character does not contribute to your beauty. Whatever is on the inside is very remarkable. He made sure He deposited that in you as well. You may see the most beautiful person in the world. You may think they have it all together, but normally they are empty on the inside. On the other hand an average looking woman who is so giving, nuturing and caring is beautiful because of her "big" heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I challenge you to ask the Lord to look into your heart today if you know it's not right. It's okay, there are times in our lives where each one of us needs to examine ourselves. The inmost being that God planted in you is just waiting to come out. Let go and allow God in to birth that hidden treasure within you. Your days will be filled with laughter! &lt;em&gt;She is clothed with strength and dignity, she can laugh at the days to come. Proverbs 31:25 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For me personally, I am a plus sized woman. I struggled for years with my identity and my personality. I asked the Lord why couldn't I have a body like the models in the magasines. I couldn't wear the clothes are girls are wearing today, because I'll be the odd one out. Bingo! I am unique, I am not like the rest of the women. There's only one Melinda on this earth with that caring and bubbly personality. I finally looked in the mirror and decided to accept my body, my eyes, my skin as a gift from God. I began buying clothes from the plus sized section which suited my body and believe me those clothes are very stylish. I don't look like everyone else when I go to town, I look like me! I have also learned to accept that my caring nature is necessary for this hurting world. I am His representation and my calling is to show compassion to the world, just as He did when He came to the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am fearfully and wonderfully made, I know He is pleased with how He created me, because His works are wonderful. Every morning I wake up, I hear Him say, "you are just so beautiful to Me".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfort Her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408171525008024507-7189190667319473899?l=comforther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/feeds/7189190667319473899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408171525008024507&amp;postID=7189190667319473899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/7189190667319473899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/7189190667319473899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-are-just-so-beautiful-to-me.html' title='You are Just so Beautiful to Me'/><author><name>Share with Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128113550094481099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7G-_yasA_MQ/SKw-Ou3lkMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DfCaZzbBD9s/S220/woman+meets+Jesus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7G-_yasA_MQ/Ru8U_jlf4MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5sczCtYP-mQ/s72-c/IMAGE0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408171525008024507.post-8186345693111814616</id><published>2007-08-31T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T21:14:55.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Open your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am a new creation, the old woman has gone, the new woman has come. My heart was as cold as stone, but now I have a beating heart for the One who brought me out of the prison I was in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many days, tears stained my face, but He came in and healed my pain. His joy has been planted into my wounds and now I am healed, no longer scarred. My eyes are fixed on Him, the One who calls me beautiful, gifted, talented and fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He washed me with His tender words and transformed me daily. At times His passion for me was too intense. I ran away, but He came running after me. Day after day, He broke down the walls which were built to protect my heart from the many severe blows. With His resurrecting power I surrendered and fell right into His arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His strong arms I am whole, I am at peace. I know I am strong. My feelings no longer determine who I am. His wisdom and knowledge and power tell me who I am. I hide them in my heart, when the storms seek to make me fall. But my boat keeps me afloat as I sail towards the One I love. My faith in Him has made me whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am intelligent, skilled and crafted in my Maker's hand. Like the pure spring waters, I am free to flow where ever my Lover waits for me. His lady has finally become a woman, Lady He can do the same for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfort Her&lt;/em&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/2408171525008024507-8186345693111814616?l=comforther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/feeds/8186345693111814616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408171525008024507&amp;postID=8186345693111814616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/8186345693111814616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408171525008024507/posts/default/8186345693111814616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comforther.blogspot.com/2007/08/open-your-heart.html' title='Open your Heart'/><author><name>Share with Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128113550094481099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7G-_yasA_MQ/SKw-Ou3lkMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DfCaZzbBD9s/S220/woman+meets+Jesus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
