<?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-3552398548981266825</id><updated>2011-12-08T12:04:27.941-08:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='cancer'/><category term='Grief'/><category term='joy'/><category term='Divorce'/><category term='suffering'/><category term='God'/><category term='encouragement'/><title type='text'>Darlene Nunez O'keefe : No Seashell Unturned</title><subtitle type='html'>My thoughts on life relating to family, faith, bipolar disorder and cancer</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552398548981266825/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Darlene Nunez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179808612726379628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-GZ4Jeqi5w/S4L9gOaplqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ka0cwQOT6zs/S220/HibiscusFlower.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552398548981266825.post-4746951923282646349</id><published>2011-12-08T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T12:04:27.952-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encouragement'/><title type='text'>Are you feeling broken?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"THere Once was a girl who sat on a wall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the king's horses and all the king's men Couldn't break her fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was banished from the kingdom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of what she could't run away from&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hasn't been home since then"&amp;nbsp; -me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Are you feeling a little like "Humpty Dumpty". I know for me, there are endless days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where I feel broken, torn down, and just worn out. You feel as though you are walking with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a huge cloud over your head that just won't go away. But what is reality? Is that reality?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes I've been hurting, but I breathe and wake up each day, I have two beautiful children&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who adore me, ad so many other BLESSINGS I take for granted. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Someone onced asked me what my situation was, I responded ,"My situation is Jesus came and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;died for the ungodly, that's my situation!" How awesome is that!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are looking at your own circumstances to bring you happiness you will never find it.Never.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are looking at what Our Savior Jesus Christ has done for you, my friends, you will find JOY! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that's the truth =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In Him we have redemption through His Blood, the forgiveness of our sins,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;acccording to the riches of His grace.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ephesians 1:7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552398548981266825-4746951923282646349?l=darlenenunez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/feeds/4746951923282646349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/2011/12/are-you-feeling-broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552398548981266825/posts/default/4746951923282646349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552398548981266825/posts/default/4746951923282646349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/2011/12/are-you-feeling-broken.html' title='Are you feeling broken?'/><author><name>Darlene Nunez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179808612726379628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-GZ4Jeqi5w/S4L9gOaplqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ka0cwQOT6zs/S220/HibiscusFlower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552398548981266825.post-589771683691620666</id><published>2011-10-13T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T10:33:06.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suffering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encouragement'/><title type='text'>Encouragement For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"He Gives power to the weak and to those who have no might He increases strength" ISaiah 40:29&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encountering real suffering can be heart breaking and difficult. As I suffer through emotional and physical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pain I realize that I am not alone..others suffer as well. Knowing Christ is with me at all times, in the darkness and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the light has brought me great comfort. I'm not alone. Do you feel alone today in your darkness? Let&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the comfort of others, my story, those around you, but most of all Christ, allow the Light to shine in your heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;TRULY, you are not alone. As I call out to God for strength and comfort, may you join with me in drawing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;near to our Savior. He loves us, and we are not alone..in due time He will strengthen us and use our suffering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for His glory. Don't loose hope friend.NOTHING can thwart God's precious LOVE for you and I, not even&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what you are experiencing..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"But God demonstrates His own Love for us in this: While we were still sinners, CHRIST died for us"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Romans 5:8&lt;/strong&gt;&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/3552398548981266825-589771683691620666?l=darlenenunez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/feeds/589771683691620666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/2011/10/encouragement-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552398548981266825/posts/default/589771683691620666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552398548981266825/posts/default/589771683691620666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/2011/10/encouragement-for-you.html' title='Encouragement For You'/><author><name>Darlene Nunez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179808612726379628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-GZ4Jeqi5w/S4L9gOaplqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ka0cwQOT6zs/S220/HibiscusFlower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552398548981266825.post-8727201800773760910</id><published>2011-10-04T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T07:47:25.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Fires of Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me walk thru the fires of sorrow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God has allowed me be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;where anguish has no name,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let my light shine thru the pain;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me walk thru fires of sorrow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;where all my pride is burned,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a broken heart and a life lesson learned;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me walk thru fires of sorrow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;where the stormy clouds will bring rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and sooth this aching heart tomorrow;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me walk thru fires of sorrow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;where lusts and sin are seared.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am left holy and He is left revered;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me walk thru the fires of sorrow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;where all my woes are dust and I am brought low,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I must then look to HIM in trust;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me walk thru the fires of sorrow...&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/3552398548981266825-8727201800773760910?l=darlenenunez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/feeds/8727201800773760910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/2011/10/fires-of-sorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552398548981266825/posts/default/8727201800773760910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552398548981266825/posts/default/8727201800773760910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/2011/10/fires-of-sorrow.html' title='Fires of Sorrow'/><author><name>Darlene Nunez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179808612726379628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-GZ4Jeqi5w/S4L9gOaplqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ka0cwQOT6zs/S220/HibiscusFlower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552398548981266825.post-4039317967580653935</id><published>2011-09-21T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T09:57:59.452-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Cancer is just a face</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To Feel the cool midnight breeze&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;or bask on the shoreline reef&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Cancer is just a face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To beat on drums, Play guitar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to look up at the stars&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Cancer is just a face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To hear bells play as I lay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in His grace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Cancer is just a face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To help a hurting soul and change&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a heart that's cold&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Cancer is just a face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Light of Beauty I will always embrace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Cancer is just a face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(to all my fellow sufferers..I LOVE YOU..A GOOD LIFE WELL LIVED is of better worth than that of just a long life)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552398548981266825-4039317967580653935?l=darlenenunez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/feeds/4039317967580653935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/2011/09/cancer-is-just-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552398548981266825/posts/default/4039317967580653935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552398548981266825/posts/default/4039317967580653935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/2011/09/cancer-is-just-face.html' title='Cancer is just a face'/><author><name>Darlene Nunez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179808612726379628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-GZ4Jeqi5w/S4L9gOaplqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ka0cwQOT6zs/S220/HibiscusFlower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552398548981266825.post-2914428097792702313</id><published>2011-08-17T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T09:17:33.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When All Things Crumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sustain Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches&lt;br /&gt;My heart takes&lt;br /&gt;only so much &lt;br /&gt;I wake just to breathe &lt;br /&gt;I sleep just to dream&lt;br /&gt;I know you're still alive in me&lt;br /&gt;When days have no meaning&lt;br /&gt;I gotta keep believing&lt;br /&gt;that you're still sustaining me&lt;br /&gt;I can't wish for "happy"&lt;br /&gt;so fruitless, so shallow,&lt;br /&gt;give me something more to keep me&lt;br /&gt;going each day&lt;br /&gt;and so I ponder that light that leads me closer to you&lt;br /&gt;that leads me your way.&lt;br /&gt;I hurt and I sigh but you're there to dry&lt;br /&gt;those broken tears away&lt;br /&gt;I wept bitterly over life&lt;br /&gt;and screamed till my lungs were blue&lt;br /&gt;"where are you God, where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;I sat alone with no one home&lt;br /&gt;ready to end my time&lt;br /&gt;It was then you spoke to me&lt;br /&gt;You came like a dove upon my heart&lt;br /&gt;reassurring me..&lt;br /&gt;Today is not your day&lt;br /&gt;but that everyday is my day to live in Him&lt;br /&gt;in His care and in His love,&lt;br /&gt;I have a purpose to fufill&lt;br /&gt;Today it's His will&lt;br /&gt;Sustain Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552398548981266825-2914428097792702313?l=darlenenunez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/feeds/2914428097792702313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-all-things-crumble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552398548981266825/posts/default/2914428097792702313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552398548981266825/posts/default/2914428097792702313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-all-things-crumble.html' title='When All Things Crumble'/><author><name>Darlene Nunez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179808612726379628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-GZ4Jeqi5w/S4L9gOaplqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ka0cwQOT6zs/S220/HibiscusFlower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552398548981266825.post-8446458495402797330</id><published>2011-03-03T11:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T00:16:52.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Hanging In There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552398548981266825-8446458495402797330?l=darlenenunez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-GZ4Jeqi5w/S4L9gOaplqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ka0cwQOT6zs/S220/HibiscusFlower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552398548981266825.post-4251690017390403138</id><published>2010-06-19T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T14:57:59.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-GZ4Jeqi5w/TB08wH4SsVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/40Krf_SBJ5E/s1600/Photo8*.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-GZ4Jeqi5w/TB08wH4SsVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/40Krf_SBJ5E/s200/Photo8*.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beautiful not Bitter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Strong not weak&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pure not naughty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am well written, Blundering no words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Classy never Sassy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sweet never Sarcastic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am Womanly and not a Girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clear as Clarity.. Never Muddled nor Mixed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am Lovely not the Vixen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am the Heroe not the Villain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;AM I????&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;or MAYBE it was the other way around..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-GZ4Jeqi5w/TB079oSHGvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/d3tj12FAt4g/s1600/Photo+15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-GZ4Jeqi5w/TB079oSHGvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/d3tj12FAt4g/s200/Photo+15.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552398548981266825-4251690017390403138?l=darlenenunez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/feeds/4251690017390403138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552398548981266825/posts/default/4251690017390403138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552398548981266825/posts/default/4251690017390403138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-who.html' title='I am who?'/><author><name>Darlene Nunez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179808612726379628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-GZ4Jeqi5w/S4L9gOaplqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ka0cwQOT6zs/S220/HibiscusFlower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-GZ4Jeqi5w/TB08wH4SsVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/40Krf_SBJ5E/s72-c/Photo8*.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552398548981266825.post-7041535136776266622</id><published>2010-04-12T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T16:53:57.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Bloom</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Have you ever planted a flower&lt;/b&gt;? Usually in the spring is when we enjoy the beauty of most plants,&lt;br /&gt;but some flowers actually bloom in winter. The Japanese Pieris flower or Lily of the Valley Shrub are one&lt;br /&gt;of those rare beauties. It can withstand cloudy days, wintery cold temperatures, and frosty nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am a SURVIVOR&lt;/b&gt;. A survivor , a survivor of a broken home and divorce, a survivor of marital&lt;br /&gt;hardship and unfaithfulness. I am a survivor of a mental and mood disorder. I am a survivor of cancer. I am &amp;nbsp;a survivor of loved ones passing away, YET we are ALL survivors in some way or another. We all come to crossroads, we all face mountains and storms to a degree. BUT there is HOPE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;GOD WALKS BESIDE ME.. BESIDE US&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that God is FAITHFUL and that HE is REAL. That he sees my life and all it's imperfections,&lt;br /&gt;and that HE DESIRES for me to come to Him. God doesn't want me to change myself, He KNOWS I am&lt;br /&gt;to weak to do that, because He knows He can and will change me, HE WILL CAUSE ME TO BLOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be wondering if Christianity in it's truest form is real, if Jesus is real. You may have a ton of unanswered questions in your life. Well PLEASE don't just take my word for it. GO AHEAD, ask HIM,&lt;br /&gt;with an open heart and HE WILL ANSWER YOU. I promise. GOD REVEALS HIMSELF TO THOSE&lt;br /&gt;WHO ARE SINCERE ABOUT KNOWING HIM. Why? BECAUSE IT'S HIS WILL FOR YOU TO KNOW HIM, LOVE HIM, AND REALIZE HIS PRECIOUS LOVE FOR YOU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today God is asking me something. God is asking me to &lt;b&gt;THRIVE not just SURVIVE&lt;/b&gt;. Because&lt;br /&gt;He has a purpose for me. A PURPOSE FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese Pieris plant can &lt;b&gt;BLOOM in all kinds of weather . SO MUST I&lt;/b&gt;, and you can too.&lt;br /&gt;So how are you doing today? Are you just surviving or are you THRIVING? The definition of&lt;br /&gt;THRIVE in the dictionary is&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to grow vigorously&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="color: black; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 0.9em; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;FLOURISH&lt;/b&gt; and&amp;nbsp;to progress toward or realize a goal despite or because of circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ENCOURAGEMENT: HE WANTS YOU TO THRIVE AND STOP JUST SURVIVING&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;So ask Him to reveal Himself to you today. He knows YOU ARE NOT PERFECT, so no fancy prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;or fancy words, just come, with an OPEN HEART and OPEN MIND. Don't be afraid. He knew you would ask :) Here is a sample prayer below if you don't know where to start. Just find a quiet place or stop where ever you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Prayer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Dear God, I don't know why things happen and at times it's hard for me to understand life , and there are things I am bitter or hurt and in pain over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;I ask YOU GOD, if &amp;nbsp;YOU are REAL, PLEASE show me &amp;nbsp;who YOU say YOU are, a GOD of Love and Truth and Justice. I confess my unbelief and even defiance toward YOU. And Jesus if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;it is true that YOU DIED on the CROSS for me and ROSE again ,then REVEAL it to me. MAY YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;HELP ME TO &lt;b&gt;THRIVE in YOU and just stop surviving in this world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IN JESUS NAME,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AMEN&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;GOD BLESS YOU on your JOURNEY. HE IS WITH US. WITH YOU. TODAY and ALWAYS&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Darlene&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552398548981266825-7041535136776266622?l=darlenenunez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/feeds/7041535136776266622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-to-bloom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552398548981266825/posts/default/7041535136776266622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552398548981266825/posts/default/7041535136776266622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-to-bloom.html' title='Time To Bloom'/><author><name>Darlene Nunez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179808612726379628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-GZ4Jeqi5w/S4L9gOaplqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ka0cwQOT6zs/S220/HibiscusFlower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552398548981266825.post-8161275283170216790</id><published>2010-02-26T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T09:30:53.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="versiontext" style="color: black; font-size: 12px; font-weight: 700; line-height: 20px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://basicenglishbible.com/philippians/4.htm" style="color: #0092f2; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Bible in Basic English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest, my brothers, whatever things are true, whatever things have honour, whatever things are upright, whatever things are holy, whatever things are beautiful, whatever things are of value, if there is any virtue and if there is any praise, give thought to these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Philippians 4:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; sat outside a playground near a park or school and listened to the chatter of little voices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;playing? Is it not a beautiful sound? The innocence. The unbridled laughter of chasing the other, or skipping rope. Playing tag near the monkey bars. Getting &amp;nbsp;that feeling in the pit of your stomach as you race down the slide. Giggles you can't contain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The laughter of a child, such a beautiful noise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; strolled along the shore of the beach , waiting for sunset? You pause and look at the golden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;rays, reflecting and shimmering across glistening waters. Frothy waves rumble over shiny seashells, they form foamy bubbles that tickle your toes. The tiny waves recede back into the gills of swimming sea creatures down under.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-GZ4Jeqi5w/S4v-zIf_KRI/AAAAAAAAABE/bhDKLM9jDEg/s1600-h/beachKIDS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-GZ4Jeqi5w/S4v-zIf_KRI/AAAAAAAAABE/bhDKLM9jDEg/s320/beachKIDS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;One time , as I was learning to surf; a dolphin popped it's head just above water, dove back under and swam right past me! Not even 3ft away! My heart just about gave out, because at first glance from the corner of my eye I thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;it was a shark! But it's one of the most memorable moments I've had. I pictured for a moment all the beautiful amazing sea creatures God created. I was thankful Mr. Dolphin didn't kick me out of the water, for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;my obvious lack of surf skills. Or was that what he was trying to tell me:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; seen the city from way up high on a nice clear day or watched her begin to come alive at night, with all the tiny little lights and zooming cars make glowing strings of light flash across the freeway? Amazing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; walked past a bakery and just allowed the smells and aroma from the fresh baked goods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;to permeate you and cause you to linger and bask in it's goodness? Picture all the scones and breads and sweet temptations being freshly brought out of the ovens! It's aroma rivaled that of any fine perfume bought in Paris! Oui Ouah ! Wouldn't you agree? Oh the simple things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;watched the face of a weary homeless man, sit down to take a bite of the first fresh hot meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;he's had in days? After making his way down cold streets, cold stares and pushing and bearing the weight of his life's belonging on one little shopping cart, he's finally made it to the shelter. The sweet serenity that naturally comes over his being is one that brings sweet serenity to my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Have you eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;r sat up close to a nice warm fire on a chilly night? Warming your hands in it's embers glowing, the crackling sound so soothing, the heat so inviting, sending shivers away. Don't forget sharing stories with friends and loved ones over a nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;toasty cup of Mexican hot chocolate ! Que Bueno !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-GZ4Jeqi5w/S47CBv4yGWI/AAAAAAAAABo/aj3MvFCBqHA/s1600-h/ThePath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-GZ4Jeqi5w/S47CBv4yGWI/AAAAAAAAABo/aj3MvFCBqHA/s400/ThePath.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;How about the momen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;t you came to the realization that God was truly real? And it wasn't a realization you had come to on your own. It was like the lightbulb went on and that the absence of this realization, or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;revelation had been alienating you from a life of true love, hope, and inner peace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It was a strange awareness that God had been trying to get your attention many times, but all the phoniness and wax of this world could no longer plug your ears, &amp;nbsp;or rather my ears. For the first time your mind and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;heart were listening. &amp;nbsp;Like a love crashing down on your shores of ignorance, an eager yet patient love, waiting just the right moment, just the right season, for you to be ripe. For you to be picked, for me to be picked. I look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;at that moment and now see all the times God watered my thirsty heart,my lonely and sad heart, when no one else could fill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It was an another ordinary day for some other, but for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;it was my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And Today? Well today I try to take God for His word. Taking one day at a time, because I have cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;and I have a chemical imbalance ( Bipolar affective disorder) and today I feel &amp;nbsp;them both, bearing it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;weight on my shoulders. God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. Amen? Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552398548981266825-8161275283170216790?l=darlenenunez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/feeds/8161275283170216790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/2010/02/everyday-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552398548981266825/posts/default/8161275283170216790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552398548981266825/posts/default/8161275283170216790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlenenunez.blogspot.com/2010/02/everyday-beauty.html' title='Everyday Beauty'/><author><name>Darlene Nunez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179808612726379628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-GZ4Jeqi5w/S4L9gOaplqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ka0cwQOT6zs/S220/HibiscusFlower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-GZ4Jeqi5w/S4v-zIf_KRI/AAAAAAAAABE/bhDKLM9jDEg/s72-c/beachKIDS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
