<?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-2811989088258100824</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:50:59.391-07:00</updated><category term='cancer'/><category term='Alyssa Rose II Cor. 2:14'/><category term='Silence is preparation for a greater revelation of Him'/><category term='IIPet.3:18'/><category term='Psalm 71:18'/><category term='Gen.1:6'/><category term='Awesome God'/><category term='Jer 29:11'/><category term='John6:35'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='I Cor. 15:3'/><category term='Julia&apos;s Rose - Heb 13:15'/><category term='Psalm 65'/><category term='Luke 1'/><category term='Matt 28:8'/><category term='Easter - Luke 20'/><category term='Rom 12:1'/><category term='Hab 2:4'/><category term='II Cor 7:5'/><category term='Col 1:27'/><category term='Esther'/><category term='age - Psalm 84:5'/><category term='Heb12:1'/><category term='Rom.11:36'/><category term='Romans 8:26'/><category term='Rom. 15:4'/><category term='Maya Angelou'/><category term='Presentation'/><category term='Embrace'/><category term='Africa'/><category term='II Cor 1:3'/><category term='I Cor. 14:40'/><category term='II Cor 2:14'/><category term='Prov 31'/><category term='17'/><category term='Calvary'/><category term='daughter'/><category term='Sissi Rose - Luke 2:40'/><category term='Grace'/><category term='I John 1:1-5'/><category term='John 3:16'/><category term='Psalm 37:4'/><category term='Col 2:2'/><category term='2'/><category term='6'/><category term='John 14:16'/><category term='Scentsational - Eph 3:18'/><category term='Easter - Psalm 25:14'/><category term='Fragrance of New Year'/><category term='Harvest'/><category term='II Corinthians 7:5'/><category term='John 20:2'/><category term='Jer 31:3'/><category term='2007'/><category term='Rev17:15'/><category term='Gen'/><category term='Is 5:7'/><category term='Is 9:6'/><category term='Lisa'/><category term='Is. 51:3'/><category term='age - John 21:20'/><category term='mission'/><category term='Eph 4'/><category term='Matthew 9'/><category term='Trust:Nah 1:7'/><category term='Zech 12:10'/><category term='diet'/><category term='Prov 3:32'/><category term='John21:17'/><category term='Malachi 3:16'/><category term='Luke 21:34'/><category term='Deut 11:18'/><category term='Prov 3:5'/><category term='Is 61:11'/><category term='Love'/><category term='John 13:21'/><category term='Psalm16:11'/><category term='Psalm 139'/><category term='Flower Garden - Isaiah 35'/><category term='IICor1:20'/><category term='joy and gladness'/><title type='text'>The Sense of Rose</title><subtitle type='html'>II Corinthians 2:13-15 - In the Messiah, in Christ, God leads us from place to place in one perpetual victory parade. Through us, he brings knowledge of Christ. Everywhere we go, people breathe in the exquisite fragrance. Because of Christ, we give off a sweet scent rising to God....The Message</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-5802525442500750146</id><published>2010-04-20T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T11:40:42.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><title type='text'>Loving His Son</title><content type='html'>Thank you so much for praying for my daughter and loving her. It brings me great comfort to know each of you are praying for my daughter, encouraging her and showing your great love for her. Many prayers have been said for her since before she was born. Being premature and staying in the NICU for six weeks, many emotions were felt. When the doctors gave her a 50-50 chance of survival, my emotions were indescribable. I didn't know how to pray or what to ask for except, "Lord, give her LIFE." The doctors kept saying, "She is a fighter." And she fought for every heart beat and every breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same feelings have overcome me again, 39 years later when the doctors at SWHP gave her a 50-50 chance of survival. (By going to MDACC, her survival rate increased to 80-20.) Again, she is fighting and my prayer is "Lord, give her LIFE." As a mother, it is heart-warming to know there are so many who will go to the One Who Answers Prayer on her behalf. So I thank you with all my heart. My gratitude is immeasurable. May blessings flow upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about how grateful I was that others loved and cared about my daughter and the thought occurred to me that maybe that is how God feels about His Son. He must feel truly honored and proud that others love His Son as much as He does. Think about it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-5802525442500750146?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/5802525442500750146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=5802525442500750146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/5802525442500750146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/5802525442500750146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2010/04/loving-his-son.html' title='Loving His Son'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-8137173540595809618</id><published>2010-04-14T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T14:40:09.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy and gladness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt 28:8'/><title type='text'>Afraid yet filled with Great Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;During Easter, I was meditating on the resurrection passage, “the women hurried away from the tomb, afraid yet filled with great joy.” It occurred to me that when the women heard the news that Jesus had risen they had mix&lt;/span&gt;ed emotions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Traveling through this unknown valley of cancer with my daughter, there have been many times we have been "afraid yet filled with great joy." It is only natural that our emotions react to disturbing news because of the endorphins that our brain releases. How we react to or respond to these emotions depen&lt;/span&gt;ds &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;on the foundation we have based our life on. You can choose to react in anger and hopelessness or you can respond to the truth of what God's Word promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The women were afraid when the angel appeared to them but they were filled with great joy because Jesus was alive not dead. This seems to be exactly what we have experienced. Cancer is bad. The news is bad. It is like getting gut-punched. You can’t eat or sleep, your brain goes crazy with “what if”. Then you remember “Jesus is alive.” He created us. He loves us. He died for us. He was resurrected for us. When we trust Him, we remember He has a plan for us. Cancer is bad but God is good. That is our foundation. When you trust in what you know and believe to be the truth then you are filled with great joy. In your fear you can also be filled with great joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What are you afraid of today? Finances. Health. Being alone. Sad. Depressed.  Your dreams shattered. Addictions. Angry. Whether your fear is for yourself or for someone else, there is reason to have great joy. The women went to tell everyone Jesus is risen. What He said is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So when you see or hear frightening news, remember the hope we have in Jesus. He is never going to leave us. He knows. He has a plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;May your day be filled with the same kind of joy these women experienced after they were afraid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-8137173540595809618?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/8137173540595809618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=8137173540595809618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/8137173540595809618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/8137173540595809618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2010/04/afraid-yet-filled-with-great-joy.html' title='Afraid yet filled with Great Joy'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-6264948631153568272</id><published>2010-03-23T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:16:42.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prov 31'/><title type='text'>God of All Comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of my favorite verses I use in counseling, is II Corinthians 1:3 - "Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I first heard of Proverbs 31 Ministries &lt;a href="http://proverbs31.org/"&gt;http://proverbs31.org/&lt;/a&gt; from my daughter, Lisa, &lt;a href="http://lisasmithblog.com/"&gt;http://lisasmithblog.com/&lt;/a&gt;. She entered the She Speaks contest &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/shespeaksconference.com"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shespeaksconference&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt; last year. Her hopes and dreams are to speak and write. From a very young age, it was obvious she had a talent to write and speak. Words flow from her lips and pen. She says they whir around in her head all day and night. I believe that is truly remarkable and have watched how the Lord has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;promoted&lt;/span&gt; her to have a voice in the last couple of years. She has shared many of her favorite Proverbs 31 ladies' blogs with me and what they have meant to her and also chosen the ones she thought I will like. I love the words, the zest for life and the freedom these younger women have found in the Lord. Many times I am encouraged by these younger women even though my gift is encouraging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Coming from a generation of pretending everything is fine, I have often wondered what different choices I would have made in my life if I had like-minded friends like these women. My message is "it is never too late to seek HIM even when you are old and gray."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is said our greatest trial is our greatest ministry. Working as a counselor, I have many opportunities to share my greatest trials and to comfort others. My desire is to mentor younger women (even the "baby boomers") with the same comfort I have received. The pain among women is universal. We are all created from the same seed having the same thoughts. Choices and consequences manifest differently in different people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lysa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TerKerust's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scholarship&lt;/span&gt; sparked my hope and desire to minister with my daughter and these very wise younger women. Visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lysa's&lt;/span&gt; blog &lt;a href="http://lysaterkeurst.com/"&gt;http://lysaterkeurst.com/&lt;/a&gt; to find out how you can enter for a scholarship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*She Speaks conferences For Speakers teach you how "to develop a great message from start to finish" and "how to motivate your audience to make life changes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*She Speaks conferences For Writers teaches "how to connect with your readers through blogging."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*She Speaks conferences For Women's Ministry Leaders encourage and train you "to distinguish God's direction for your ministry with confidence."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Again this year, my daughter is entering the She Speaks Contest. I encourage her and then she encourages me, "Mom, enter the She Speaks contest too. It will be fun." Ephesians 5:16 mentions "making the most of every opportunity." It is a wonderful opportunity for me to enter the She Speaks contest and to share my daughter's vision along with the other younger women in the Proverbs 31 Ministries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-6264948631153568272?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/6264948631153568272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=6264948631153568272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/6264948631153568272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/6264948631153568272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-of-all-comfort.html' title='God of All Comfort'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-812847047541438239</id><published>2010-03-15T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:58:27.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calvary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace'/><title type='text'>Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grace = unmerited divine assistance given to woman for her regeneration or sanctification. Grace is a virtue, act of kindness, special favor, a privilege, a musical trill, a title. I never thought much about "grace" until I learned that my name in Hebrew means "grace." "Sense" I have been growing older my prayer has been that I would:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grace in grace and knowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that my lips would be anointed with grace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;speak the word of his grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a garland of grace would be on my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;an ornament of grace would be around my neck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the spirit of grace would be upon me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;be full of grace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have grace and truth and power and apostleship and peace would reign in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;understand the grace of giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I, like Lisa &lt;a href="http://lisasmithblog.com/"&gt;http://lisasmithblog.com&lt;/a&gt;, was pleasantly surprised to learn the Calvary Ladies Retreat &lt;a href="http://calvaryhouston.com/"&gt;http://calvaryhouston.com&lt;/a&gt; is on "Grace". He arranged this Retreat just for me. May each lady attending the retreat understand the incomparable riches of his grace. May they each look up and smile at God as He anoints them with grace and know that this retreat is just for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-812847047541438239?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/812847047541438239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=812847047541438239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/812847047541438239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/812847047541438239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2010/03/grace.html' title='Grace'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-7668657041690579287</id><published>2010-03-07T07:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T08:07:36.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Cor. 15:3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Cor 1:3'/><title type='text'>Comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of my favorite verses I use in counseling, is II Corinthians 1:3 - "Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our greatest trial (pain, tribulation) is our greatest ministry. We have found this to be so true. So many ladies have e-mailed, facebooked, blogged of their experiences with breast cancer or sarcoma. God has used them to comfort Lisa with the comfort they themselves received from the Lord and their friends. The ministry has been a source of comfort and encouragement to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We adopted a saying from the very beginning when Lisa was first diagnosed with sarcoma of the breast. "Look at what God is doing, not at what is actually happening." We are keeping our eyes focused on the One who created my daughter, the One who knows the plans He has for her, the One who loves her more than life, the One who died and rose again and lives today. Thanks be to God for the victory. (I Cor. 15:3, 57)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you so much for comforting us. Because of you we have had opportunities to encourage and comfort others also. We give praise to the God of ALL comfort&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/2811989088258100824-7668657041690579287?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/7668657041690579287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=7668657041690579287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/7668657041690579287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/7668657041690579287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2010/03/comfort.html' title='Comfort'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-6919055812063260615</id><published>2010-03-05T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T09:16:25.363-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Cor. 14:40'/><title type='text'>The Great Organizer</title><content type='html'>I Corinthians 14:40- But everything should be done in a fitting and orderly way.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went back to McKinney this weekend taking Alyssa with me. We had a great weekend together. While packing the car, I realized I had stuff at Lisa's house, stuff at Cindy's house (where I have been staying), stuff in the trunk of the car, stuff in McKinney. I packed my favorite pillow. I am feeling a little disorganized. My thoughts took me back to Africa (where I have been on 2 mission trips) and realized the African women carry their suitcases with their "stuff" on their head with their blanket wrapped around them plus they carry their mattress, if they are lucky to have one when they come to Children' s Bible Camp. The Lord has given me such a heart for these women who are so much like us in so many ways. They experience the same emotions and relational issues that we American women feel. Well, Africa is another story. Again, in the midst of the disorganization, I am feeling, I am blessed that I have a car to travel in instead of a flatbed truck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is beginning to put order back into my life, as I have witnessed the great organizational skills of our Lord. Help with the  4 children, carpooling the 3 school age children, meals, visitors, doctor appointments, tests, coming in and going out, trips to Houston, multiple family members, rest, cleaning the house, washing the clothes, lunches, school supplies, spring clothes, the need, whatever it is has been met, the timing has been perfect. Even though at times it seems like disorderliness and confusion are about to take over, we always turn to our God and remember that He is a God of Order. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We trust in what we know not what we are feeling or what it looks like. We praise Him for turning the feeling of disorganization into a feeling of organization. We know that God is Good and He is a God of Order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-6919055812063260615?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/6919055812063260615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=6919055812063260615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/6919055812063260615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/6919055812063260615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-organizer.html' title='The Great Organizer'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-1413797626977320988</id><published>2010-03-05T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T08:12:33.559-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Cor 7:5'/><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In reading II Corinthians 7:5 (NIV) the other morning, I realized the importance of relationships...with our friends, our family, our extended family, peers, even those we have not met yet. But more importantly it is our relationship with the Living Savior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When Paul came to Macedonia, he was met with conflicts on the outside, fears within. But God who comforts the downcast, comforted us by the coming of Titus and not only by his coming but also by the comfort you had given him. He told us about your longing for me, your deep sorrow, your ardent concern for me, so that my joy was greater than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we have relationships with others, we truly feel their emotions. Whether it be fear, doubt, hurt, pain, or anger. We avoid relationships because of the pain it causes us. If we stay emotionally unavailable, it is less painful. We are removed from what is happening. When we build relationships with each other, we can stand with them in prayer believing that the "conflicts on the outside, fears within" are conquered by the love of God. Many friends have stood with Lisa and our family, comforted us and shed tears with us with your ardent concern. We had a wonderful lunch time, prayer time, share time with special ladies yesterday. Ladies we have relationships with. Your care, concern and comfort have brought our family much JOY. And there is strength in JOY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God loves Lisa. God loves me. He knows the conflicts on the outside, fears within and they have been conquered by HIS love. He has comforted us and collected our tears, He is concerned. And there is JOY in the Lord because we know that we know that God is Love. The Lord reminded me that I have a relationship with the Lord and He knows the conflicts on the outside and the fears within and He is walking through this with me. He knows my heart, my pain without me having to tell Him. His comfort, care, concern and even the Lord's tears are with me and I receive His great love for me. Neh. 8:10 (NIV) - "Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you so much for walking through the valley of cancer with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-1413797626977320988?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/1413797626977320988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=1413797626977320988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/1413797626977320988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/1413797626977320988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2010/03/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-7570419898257787698</id><published>2010-03-04T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T08:56:27.172-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm 139'/><title type='text'>Mother of Miracles</title><content type='html'>In reading Psalm 139 today and praying for my daughter, I was reminded that Lisa is womb of my womb. " For you created Lisa's inmost being; You knit her together in my womb. I praise You because Lisa is fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well. Her frame was not hidden from You when she was made in the secret place. When she was woven in the depths of the earth, Your eyes saw her unformed body. All the days ordained for Lisa were written in your book before one of them came to be." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While Lisa was being pampered, so was I. The wonderful lady at the spa who pampered me was honored to be able to pamper Lisa's mom, the "mother of miracles." How she honored me. She had been following Lisa's blog and praying for her and finally met her in person. Thank you and blessings for the blessing, Cindy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-7570419898257787698?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/7570419898257787698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=7570419898257787698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/7570419898257787698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/7570419898257787698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2010/03/mother-of-miracles.html' title='Mother of Miracles'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-5118889326324848100</id><published>2009-02-23T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:39:18.552-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Embrace'/><title type='text'>Fragrance of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/Sa1rAZ-h8aI/AAAAAAAAABk/M0NT7Wl7wTQ/s1600-h/garden+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309017190457012642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/Sa1rAZ-h8aI/AAAAAAAAABk/M0NT7Wl7wTQ/s200/garden+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;February, the love month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The fragrance of Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Romance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Value. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Honor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Esteem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love early morning sunrises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love chocolate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love your outfit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love your car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love my teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love my English class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love the people I work with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love makes the world go round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love, Love, Love, L-O-V-E-Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't give you anything but love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus loves me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love the Lord with all my heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;His banner over me is love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;we love because He first loved us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you with an everlasting love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;February is the love month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This month My Heavenly Father has been teaching me about Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The kind of love that is eternal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;everlasting, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;unconditional, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;adoring, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;secure, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;comforting, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;His arms of love have been wrapped around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;He has shown me the embrace of His love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wonderful love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This love month has been in honor of my mom and dad who just celebrated 67 years of marriage. Everytime I see my mother and father, they stilll tell me how beautiful I am, how much they love me, created in their image. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you don't understand the Father's love, I encourage you to let Him kiss you with His Word, to Embrace you with His strong arms, and put His seal of love upon you. I challenge you. God is faithful. He will do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-5118889326324848100?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/5118889326324848100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=5118889326324848100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/5118889326324848100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/5118889326324848100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2009/02/fragrance-of-love.html' title='Fragrance of Love'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/Sa1rAZ-h8aI/AAAAAAAAABk/M0NT7Wl7wTQ/s72-c/garden+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-7127745336989275266</id><published>2009-02-02T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:10:25.414-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragrance of New Year'/><title type='text'>The Fragrance of Life</title><content type='html'>The fragrance of Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;The fragrance of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;The fragrance of the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;The fragrance of family.&lt;br /&gt;The fragrance of the Gift.&lt;br /&gt;The Fragrance of Friends.&lt;br /&gt;The Fragrance of Different.&lt;br /&gt;The fragrance of Familiar.&lt;br /&gt;The fragrance of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;The fragrance of the Bride.&lt;br /&gt;The Fragrance of the Garden.&lt;br /&gt;The fragrance of Living in the Moment.&lt;br /&gt;The fragrance draws us to Him.&lt;br /&gt;As the Old year closes and the New Year begins I pray that Jesus' fragrance overshadows us.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that as we sit in the fragrance of Jesus we learn who we are and what our purpose is.&lt;br /&gt;As we walk in the fragrance of Jesus we impart Jesus' fragrance to others.&lt;br /&gt;As we rest in the garden of His fragrance we have peace, power, protection and His presence in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;As we stand in the fragrance of Jesus we learn to fight for our marriages, our children, our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;This is the Year of Living in the Moment. Jesus did.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my blog. I'm back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-7127745336989275266?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/7127745336989275266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=7127745336989275266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/7127745336989275266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/7127745336989275266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2009/02/fragrance-of-life.html' title='The Fragrance of Life'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-4089142376336297062</id><published>2008-08-22T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T04:25:21.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harvest'/><title type='text'>The Harvest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SK6hYTwP3pI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gS2rnOa1wFM/s1600-h/IMG_3330[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SK6dpHivK7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/lZE3bbNt3s8/s1600-h/Africa+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237296746403408818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="163" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SK6dpHivK7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/lZE3bbNt3s8/s200/Africa+158.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Matthew 9:35-38 - Jesus went through all the towns and villages, teaching in their synagogues, preaching the good news of the kingdom and healing every disease and sickness. When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, "The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The  photo was taken in Pastor Chipaya's backyard in Zambia, Africa. We really did go from village to village teaching and preaching and healing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Michael sent home 4 updates while we were on our trip. Thank goodness for internet cafes. I added a few notes of what actually happened but I thought it would be fun for you to read it as it happened. It was a very challenging and rewarding trip. The best part for me was to be able to see the teachers teaching the children what we had taught and then in turn watching as the children taught the children what the teachers had taught them.) Hello All! &lt;strong&gt;Friday August 1&lt;/strong&gt; This is Michael from the Zambia Team. I’m just sending out a quick note to update you all on what is happening here in Nairobi, Kenya. As you may or may not know, our flight into Lusaka this morning was canceled, supposedly due to toilet failure. The airport has been very accomodating, and put us in a very nice, five star hotel. We each have our own rooms, and they are quite nice, complete with tile, and mahogany finish, granite counter tops, flat screen tv's and a spa and pool. Down the street from us is the location of the old US embassy. It was bombed in 1998. The embassy is now 3 Km outside of Nairobi. Our plane will be coming in tomorrow morning, the 3rd, at around 11:40 am, at the Lusaka airport in Zambia. We are very disappointed at missing Pastor Chipaya's church service in the morning, but I'm certain God will do amazing things when MaryElaine preaches. (We actually arrived at the church about 12:30 pm for the end of the service. As we entered the church and walked down the aisle we received a very warm welcome.) I, along with the rest of the team, look forward to seeing all our brothers and sisters in Christ once we arrive. God Bless! Hello Friends! &lt;strong&gt;Monday, August 4&lt;/strong&gt; This is Michael again! We have made it to Lusaka safely, although all our luggage is lost. We trust God will bring it to us safe and sound. Last night, on Sunday, MaryElaine preached to Pastor Chipaya's church for anointing and gifts of the Spirit. It was an amazing experience. We all helped to pray. Today, Monday, we went to see the camp that Gary Schneider is running for 200 orphans, we observed how they operated, to get ideas for our own camp. We learned many songs, and games to play with the kids. It was so much fun to play with them, and see the faces of the kids we have come to bless. (Every Orphan’s Hope). Pastor Chipaya took us out to his 10 acres, the site where he will be building his new church. He asks that we pray for provision of funds, as well as workers, in order to achieve a speedy completion of the project. So far, just the steel beams have been erected. We prayed over the property with him. (When we arrived back from Lukulu, a week later, Pastor Chipaya informed us that he had heard from an investor in Houston who was wiring him $25,000 for the total cost for the roof on his church. Praise God) Tomorrow we will check at the airport for our nine pieces of lost luggage, which contain our clothes and camp supplies for next week. Pray that they arrive safely, in their entirety. Thanks and God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey All! Wednesday, August 6&lt;/strong&gt; This is Michael Miller from the Zambia Team again! Its time for another update! Much has happened since monday. All of our luggage has come in safe and sound. That was a big relief. Yesterday, Tuesday, us guys went to help build an orphanage in the bush for Every Orphans Hope. We spent the day moving the 11,000 handmade adobe bricks it takes to build one duplex, which holds sixteen orphans and two widows. It was a lot of fun. During lunch we got to walk down into the village to see how they live. While we were doing that, the ladies went to visit a poor area of town, and had the opportunity to teach and pray with the 90 vulnerable children, and leave some curriculum with the teachers. (This was Bylina compound sponsored by Pastor Chipaya’s church. Seinet was mentored by Pastor Chipaya. He is a powerful man of God and is the pastor for this compound and church. He also took us to the site of his new church and school will be. Construction has begun.) Afterwards we all went to the compound church were MaryElaine taught a powerful message, and we ministered and blessed the people individually. Today we spent the day painting and making repairs at Pastor Chipaya's house. The girls went to one of the Zambian compounds and encouraged and blessed the Zambian ladies. (We were invited into one of the homes and held a Bible study with these wonderful women of God who are so thirsty to hear more about Jesus.) Tonight we went to Pastor Chipaya's church, where once again, powerful messages were spoken, and we laid hands on, and prayed for everyone, that they would receive the power of the Holy Spirit. While we were there, the lights went out, and we finished the meeting with flashlights. Satan didn't like the message. Tomorrow,Thursday, we leave to see Victoria Falls, and minister to Pastor Nyirenda's congregation, and paint his house. We are very excited to see the falls. (Actually, we got on the wrong bus and what should have taken us 6 short hours took us 10 long hours stopping at every village along the way.) We arrived too late and missed the church service and didn’t have time to paint. Pastor Nyirenda and Lynette were very gracious and found very nice accommodations for us and transported us around. The Falls were beautiful with a double rainbow ending at the bottom of the falls. We were able to bless them. We had a wonderful time together even though we didn’t get accomplished what we had purposed. Due to our time constraints, we opted to fly back on an 18 seater aircraft to Lusaka instead of a bus ride.) Once we return on Saturday, we will leave for Lukulu, the bush area, to hold our own camp for the children there. We will return a week later. We aren't sure how much communication we will have in Lukulu. God Bless You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, August 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hello everybody! Its Michael Miller again, sending out one more Zambian Mission trip update! We returned from camp Lukulu, gave a tv interview, twas already broadcast by the time we went to dinner, and we were recognized by people at the restaurant. That was interesting. While in Lukulu, the District Comissioner was healed of hypertension, and kidney problems. We also saw a blind womans eyes improve to the point where she could walk without assistance. A total of 2850 children were in attendance at the camp, along with 250 teachers, and 550 salvations, on the first day of camp alone. Unfortunately, the pastor from Kaoma was killed in a car accident during camp, his wife and five children are still in the hospital. Church members had to leave, to take care of the situation. Pray for their church, and members, as this is sure to be a trying time for them. (On our 10 hour bus ride to Lukulu, we stopped overnight in Kaoma at a guest house. The people were very gracious. We had room on our bus to take a Sunday School teacher and some children to camp with us. This accident was a very sad experience for us.) The team has now scattered to their respective airports to get home. Four of us are here in Nairobi, Kenya, waiting for a flight to leave. We should all be home by tuesday, God willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-4089142376336297062?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/4089142376336297062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=4089142376336297062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/4089142376336297062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/4089142376336297062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2008/08/harvest.html' title='The Harvest'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SK6dpHivK7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/lZE3bbNt3s8/s72-c/Africa+158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-6091335277925379688</id><published>2008-07-20T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:17:40.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke 21:34'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rom. 15:4'/><title type='text'>Coffee Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://toptropicals.com/pics/garden/2004/frag/0429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand" height="165" alt="" src="http://toptropicals.com/pics/garden/2004/frag/0429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Be careful or your hearts will be weighed down with dissipation &lt;em&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wasteful expenditure, intemperate living, excessive drinking, amusement, diversions&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; drunkenness or the anxieties of life &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(painful or apprehensive uneasiness of mind over an impending illness or fearful concern or interest) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and that day will close on you unexpectedly like a trap. For it will come upon ALL those who live on the face of the earth." Luke 21:34-34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I do "coffee cup counseling" with Mercy Matters. I lead or participate in 5 groups of ladies who meet each week to encourage each other, support each other and to remind each other of how much God loves us and who we are in Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL our hearts get weighed down at some time if we live on the face of the earth, with financial problems, amusement/recreation, fear, concerns, conflicts, and our apprehension to cope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;When we get into the Word we discover Jesus already knew these things and He gives us encouragement and endurance for hope. (Rom 15:4) He gives us the answer so that we are able to cope and to live a life pleasing to Him. He shared the love of His Father during the day and spent time with His Father each night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Is your heart weighed down? Let me encourage you to find a friend to share a "cup of coffee" with, get into the Word and encourage each other with God's great love for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-6091335277925379688?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/6091335277925379688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=6091335277925379688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/6091335277925379688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/6091335277925379688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2008/07/coffee-rose.html' title='Coffee Rose'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-6160433169804122900</id><published>2008-05-14T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T04:55:27.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Is 61:11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission'/><title type='text'>The Children's Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/9f/Rose_Gina_Lollobrigida_20070601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" height="126" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/9f/Rose_Gina_Lollobrigida_20070601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The blooms make a bold show of bright color in the garden and last well when cut for the house. The flowers grow tall with long stiff stems like so many lollipops. There is a light fragrance. The roses always amaze me with their beauty, and appropriateness of the names chosen. This rose is actually named the Gina Lollabrigida, however the proceeds of the sale of the rose benefit The Children's Hospital in Britain. Hence, the name The Children's Rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recently, the opportunity has been presented to me to go to Africa on a mission trip with our church. We will be helping with the Children's Bible Camp. My specific role   will be teaching the women how to teach the children. We will also have the opportunity to visit orphanages. We will be with the children and people of Zambia  having the opportunity to bring hope and the love of Jesus for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These children will be  roses in my garden. The seeds will be planted. I know the garden will be beautiful because the Lord promises. "For the soil makes the sprout come up and a garden causes seeds to grow, so the Soverign Lord will make righteousness and praise spring up before all nations." Is 61:11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pray for this Mission Trip, the Zambian people and the seeds the Lord wants to plant.&lt;/span&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/2811989088258100824-6160433169804122900?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/6160433169804122900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=6160433169804122900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/6160433169804122900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/6160433169804122900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2008/05/childrens-rose.html' title='The Children&apos;s Rose'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-6163945518221209995</id><published>2008-04-25T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T08:17:54.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><title type='text'>Sweet Surrender Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sheridangardens.com/Roses/Sweet_Surrender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand" height="239" alt="" src="http://www.sheridangardens.com/Roses/Sweet_Surrender.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;After feeling sluggish, moody and even depressed over the last few months, I read an article that changed the way I eat. The article came from "Life inside the thin cage", page 120. The author is Constance Rhodes. In this article she talks about the powerful effect that sugar can have on us by the way it affects our serotonin level. Serotonin is the chemical in our brain that regulates our mood and helps our minds focus. When our serotonin level is high, we feel calm and happy and can handle stress. But when our serotonin level drops we become edgy, distracted and depressed. Sugar elevates our serotonin level but when it drops we have no energy so we eat more sugar. When my energy level dropped, I would drink more caffeine and eat more sugar. I realized that every year beginning at Halloween, I purchased candy and ate it. Then on into the holidays and through the winter, I baked cookies, brownies, cupcakes, cakes, cinnamon rolls. I ate a lot of sweets and it is always during this time of the year I struggle with my weight and depression. A cycle that started many years ago. The doctors treated my migraines with medication increasing my serotonin levels and antidepressants.  Wow. What a revelation to me. I surrendered sweets about three weeks ago. I have lost 2 pounds, am clear minded, and don't need my naps anymore. I am not craving sweets or caffeine. I encourage you to ask yourself if you are addicted to sweets. Sweet surrender is worth it. I feel so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-6163945518221209995?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/6163945518221209995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=6163945518221209995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/6163945518221209995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/6163945518221209995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2008/04/sweet-surrender-rose.html' title='Sweet Surrender Rose'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-4921094840225388429</id><published>2008-04-17T05:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:19:50.167-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Is. 51:3'/><title type='text'>Eden Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SAddHTKps2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ArySnUQeF30/s1600-h/eden_final-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190219475553203042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SAddHTKps2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ArySnUQeF30/s200/eden_final-600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Is. 51:3 - &lt;/span&gt;He will make her deserts like Eden, Her waste land like the garden of the Lord. Joy and gladness will be found in her, Thanksgiving and the sound of singing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My daughter went to a ladies retreat recently. She won a door prize. The door prize came from Eden Women's Ministry. &lt;a href="http://edenchina.org/"&gt;http://edenchina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friend in China is involved with this ministry. What a small world that our Lord would connect all these ladies together. I am continually amazed with my  Lord. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you want to know more about the ministry, order products to support the ministry, or pray for the ministry, go to the website. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These ladies are truly roses in the garden of the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-4921094840225388429?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/4921094840225388429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=4921094840225388429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/4921094840225388429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/4921094840225388429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2008/04/eden-rose.html' title='Eden Rose'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SAddHTKps2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ArySnUQeF30/s72-c/eden_final-600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-4965615175230536199</id><published>2008-03-22T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:39:52.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John 3:16'/><title type='text'>The Love Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jmlnitrate.org/photogallery/Memorial%20Benches/Love%20Rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="128" alt="" src="http://jmlnitrate.org/photogallery/Memorial%20Benches/Love%20Rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;John 3:16 - For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. Hallejuah! He is Risen. Happy Easter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-4965615175230536199?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/4965615175230536199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=4965615175230536199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/4965615175230536199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/4965615175230536199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-rose.html' title='The Love Rose'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-635262499058008117</id><published>2008-03-16T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T17:05:23.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Col 1:27'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presentation'/><title type='text'>High Hopes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://etm.freshegg.com/customModules/apuldramRoses/products/images/High%20Hopes%20(Harkness)%20large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="247" alt="" src="http://etm.freshegg.com/customModules/apuldramRoses/products/images/High%20Hopes%20(Harkness)%20large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recently, while reading a friend's blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tynertellings.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://tynertellings.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; she wrote on "Presentation". I began to ponder this topic and came up with some interesting things to consider. This rose is vigorous, upright and arching. It is sweet smelling, sometimes strong. It makes a good presentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever felt like no one really understands you? No one really knows your heart. The real you. So the question becomes how do you "present" the gift. The real you, your heart, the part that no one knows. The person who wants friends, romance, adventure, beauty, hospitality. How do you present the mystery of what is on the inside. I want presentation of my home, myself, my servanthood to be a reflection of the hidden treasure that God has created in me. How do I present my home that others will feel welcome? How do I present myself that others will want to be my friend? How do I present "me" that others will want to know more about my Lord, Maker and Creator. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Charles Trumball wrote in his book &lt;strong&gt;Victory in Christ&lt;/strong&gt; - "I need never to ask Him to help me as though He were one and I another, but simply to do His work, His will in me and with me and through me. My body is His, my mind is His, my will is His, my Spirit is His and not merely His but literally part of Him." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We do this by building a relationship with Jesus. He is the Creator and just as He presents the marvelous beauty of nature, His Presence shines through us to others in our home, in our servanthood, friends and life. Our Hope is Christ in us. Christ in you the HOPE of glory..We proclaim Him...so that we may present every man complete in Christ. Col 1:27 - Our HOPE is Christ in us. What a presentation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-635262499058008117?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/635262499058008117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=635262499058008117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/635262499058008117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/635262499058008117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2008/03/high-hopes.html' title='High Hopes'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-5006268651945908417</id><published>2008-03-16T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T16:17:14.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esther'/><title type='text'>Queen of Beauty and Fragrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vintagerosery.com/roses/183bce50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="130" alt="" src="http://www.vintagerosery.com/roses/183bce50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Queen of Beauty and Fragrance has a sweet, spicy and heady fragrance. It's habits are to be bushy, dense and spreading. The names of the roses always amaze me. Of course, we always associate Queen Esther as the Queen of Beauty and Fragrance. There is a wonderful story about her in Scripture that not only talks about her beauty but also about her tenacity and grace to protect her people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The story is about how Esther had a time of prayer and fasting before she put on her royal robes to go before the king. She requested the king to save her life and her people's lives. Because the king had sealed the edict with his signet ring he could not overrule the dispatch to destroy her people. However, an edict was granted for her people to assemble and fight to protect themselves. They entered the battle, fought,  and won with plenty of plunder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"And who knows but that you have come to a royal position for such a time as this?" Esther 4:14 is a call to all women to rise up and enter the battle for such a time as this. This was true in Esther's day and it is true in our day as well. There will be conflicts and fears in our life. We need not take a "this is life" attitude. We need not feel hopeless. The Lord has given us the tools to enter the battle, but we must enter the battle and fight for the victory to be ours. The beauty of this plan is that the Lord fights for us. Do not be complacent. Put on your royal robes and go before the King of Kings. Trust  Him to protect you and give you a plan to restore hope and peace to your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-5006268651945908417?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/5006268651945908417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=5006268651945908417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/5006268651945908417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/5006268651945908417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2008/03/queen-of-beauty-and-fragrance.html' title='Queen of Beauty and Fragrance'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-2321620891466308739</id><published>2008-03-07T12:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T16:26:11.421-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Col 1:27'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maya Angelou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Col 2:2'/><title type='text'>Mystery Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mooseyscountrygarden.com/rose-garden/rose-garden-arch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.mooseyscountrygarden.com/rose-garden/rose-garden-arch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://image12.webshots.com/13/0/29/93/169402993OqDtPN_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://image12.webshots.com/13/0/29/93/169402993OqDtPN_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://forums.gardenweb.com/forums/rosesname/msg0616391918299.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the first line of her poem titled the "Christian" Maya Angelou penned "A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ that a man should have to seek Him first to find her." I think this is phenomenal wisdom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Col 1:27 says "To them God has chosen to make known...the glorious riches of this &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mystery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory." What a challenge to us as women to have the heart of God and be mysterious enough to draw others to us. (Maybe that is one of the things that drew King Xerxes to Queen Esther.) We as women all desire beauty, adventure and romance according to Stasi Eldredge in her book "Captivating." Could it be the mystery of accomplishing our desire is the mystery of Christ in me, Christ in you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is my desire to teach Col 2:2 "My purpose is that they may be encouraged in heart and united in love, so that they may have the full riches of complete understanding, in order that they may know the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mystery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of God, namely, Christ, in whom are hidden ALL the treasures of wisdom and knowledge." Doesn't this picture make you want to enter into a relationiship with our Lord who bestows His love and beauty upon us and gives us the desires of our heart as He leads us to the plans He has for us. He has so much for us. Such a mystery and so exciting to discover the hidden things of Christ in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-2321620891466308739?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/2321620891466308739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=2321620891466308739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/2321620891466308739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/2321620891466308739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2008/03/mystery-rose.html' title='Mystery Rose'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-7654648561751401480</id><published>2008-03-06T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T05:16:11.470-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm 65'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy and gladness'/><title type='text'>"Dawn Chorus"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.perryhillnurseries.co.uk/Catalogue/Roses/images/Resized_RosaDawnChorusDSCF0015sm_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.perryhillnurseries.co.uk/Catalogue/Roses/images/Resized_RosaDawnChorusDSCF0015sm_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of our favorite sayings is to "Take time to smell the roses."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A thought occured to me as I was reading the Psalms this morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"where morning dawns and evening fades you call forth songs of joy."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"the hills are clothed with gladness."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"the valleys are mantled with grain; they shout for joy and sing."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we really take time to enjoy the wonders of nature, to watch the beauty of the sunrise and sunset, the peacefulness of the hills and valleys, we are entering into the presence of the Lord who bestows songs of joy and gladness into our lives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Take time to smell the Roses today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-7654648561751401480?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/7654648561751401480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=7654648561751401480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/7654648561751401480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/7654648561751401480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2008/03/dawn-chorus.html' title='&quot;Dawn Chorus&quot;'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-6849771429060729005</id><published>2007-12-23T16:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T17:19:22.801-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke 1'/><title type='text'>Antique Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.christineallen.ca/images/fantin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="156" alt="" src="http://www.christineallen.ca/images/fantin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The antique rose looks good growing in masses as a hedge or alone as an accent to the garden. It is very fragrant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lately I have been reading my daughter's blog and blogs of her friends. I laugh at the antics of preschoolers and the uninhibited things they say and remember the stress of raising children. The constant awareness that as a mother you need to continually be teaching proper etiquette, appropriate behavior, skills of all kinds always looking for a teaching moment. I have found that instead of offering unsolicited advice or reminding them of the things they said and did, that I can be more encouraging to these young mothers by reminding them that the same promises God made to Mary at the birth of Jesus are true today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God had a plan for His Son, Emmanual, Jesus to be the Savior of the World. This is the Gift that we celebrate at Christmas. He is our Savior. He is our Joy. He is our Peace. He is our Hope. He is truly the Gift of Life. All prophecies of the birth and death of Jesus were fulfilled. God is faithful. God also has a plan for each one of our children. They are a gift to us. To love. To enjoy. Just as Mary was in awe of how to raise this child and seeking God's direction to fulfill the plan He had for Jesus' life so we must also seek the Lord for direction on how to teach our children. He has a plan for each child that is born and He is faithful to fulfill his plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being an "antique rose" I can now see how God's plan unfolded, I can see answered prayers and I can encourage these young mothers there is a plan for each of their children. His plan for your children will be accomplished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-6849771429060729005?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/6849771429060729005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=6849771429060729005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/6849771429060729005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/6849771429060729005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/12/antique-rose.html' title='Antique Rose'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-436145360570965476</id><published>2007-11-22T07:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T04:50:13.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragrant Delight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.classicroses.co.uk/gfx/media/home/rosef/fragrantdelight300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="149" alt="" src="http://www.classicroses.co.uk/gfx/media/home/rosef/fragrantdelight300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This rose is bushy, uneven and irregular. It blooms in profuse clusters and has a strong fragrance. Ironically, the parentage is Chanelle and Wiskey Mac. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;On this Thanksgiving Day, I give thanks for all my Fragrant Friends. They are a delight to me. I enjoy shopping, lunches, coffee, e-mailing, blogging, telephone calls, visiting, chatting, trips, notes, praying, Bible studies, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You are cherished as a friend and I delight in the relationship I have with you. I thank God for all my Chanelle friends and all my Wiskey friends. The fragrance of your life encourages me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I pray that I am a fragrant friend to you and that we delight the Lord with our testimonies of His Goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-436145360570965476?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/436145360570965476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=436145360570965476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/436145360570965476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/436145360570965476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/11/fragrant-delight.html' title='Fragrant Delight'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-3482910493514707690</id><published>2007-11-06T04:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:38:41.613-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John21:17'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rev17:15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John6:35'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heb12:1'/><title type='text'>"Knock Out" Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.justgardens.cc/November%20Knockout%20add.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.justgardens.cc/November%20Knockout%20add.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.ag.auburn.edu/aaes/communications/bulletins/roses/rKnock-Out-II.gif&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.ag.auburn.edu/aaes/communications/bulletins/roses/Knock-Out-II.htm&amp;amp;h=428&amp;amp;w=640&amp;amp;sz=231&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=5&amp;amp;tbnid=R40nmvGSFtOGVM:&amp;amp;tbnh=92&amp;amp;tbnw=137&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dknock%2Bout%2Brose%26gbv%3D2%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The "Knock Out" rose is a shrub with many generous clusters of pointed buds. The fragrance is mild but this bush has an abundance of flowers and brilliant blooms. I have added several "knock out" rose bushes to my yard. They bloom continually and it seems even as the seasons change there is always at least one bloom appearing. In the winter months the orange red rose hips keep alive the color. A border of shrubs is absolutely gorgeous but a single rose bush is just as beautiful. Much like our own lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recently I was made aware of how easily I fall into sin. It seems I just get carried away with the moment, the crowds, the multitudes, the excitment of the season and everyone doing it and all of a sudden I am one with the world. Then I become aware that my heart doesn't feel right. I began to feel like I am not qualified to speak into women's lives. I feel like I am a "knock off". Not the real thing. Last week I had a dream that the waters were sucking me in and trying to drown me. (Revelation 17:15) The sin that entangles us. How easily we get side-tracked and do not keep our "eyes fixed on Jesus." (Hebrews 12:1) Because of Adam and Eve we live in a fallen world. (Genesis) When your heart hurts, you can ask the Lord how you can make your heart right. Ask Him to reveal the sin and then tell Him you are sorry. How easily we can let the enemy make us feel guilty. His Word says to "Feed my sheep". (John 21:17) I am again restored and reconciled to my Lord able to serve Him wholeheartedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we are in God's Word we have food. Food for ourselves. Food to feed and encourage others. For He says "I am the bread of life." (John 6:35) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes we bloom profusely. Sometimes we don't. Sometimes our appearance is a little different but still reflecting God's beauty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember, even if you are not in full bloom, and you only have shades of God's beauty, you are still called to be a "knock off" of Jesus Christ and to feed his sheep by sharing what God has done for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-3482910493514707690?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/3482910493514707690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=3482910493514707690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/3482910493514707690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/3482910493514707690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/11/knock-out-rose.html' title='&quot;Knock Out&quot; Rose'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-3253142772576569873</id><published>2007-10-15T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T12:39:01.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rom.11:36'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IIPet.3:18'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gen.1:6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IICor1:20'/><title type='text'>The Promise Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.replacements.com/images/images5/china/C/boehm_floral_sculptures_no_box_P0000012927S0044T2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="199" alt="" src="http://images.replacements.com/images/images5/china/C/boehm_floral_sculptures_no_box_P0000012927S0044T2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"But Mom You said...",&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How many times I heard my children say "But Mom You Said," when they were younger. I had not thought about it until the other day when my granddaughter said "But Gran You Said...", and emphasied again when my grandson said the same phrase - "But Gran You said...". As I thought about this phrase and what I had said to my grandchildren, I was beginning to feel a little guilty. They were right. I had said I would take them somewhere. So what happened to cause them to say, "But Gran You Said" in such a way that they thought I was not keeping my promise to do what I said I would do. How do you make them understand that you intend to keep your promise to them but it was not a good time to go. They were tired. I was tired. It was close to dinner time and bed time. I did intend to keep my promise but &lt;strong&gt;Another time would be better&lt;/strong&gt; to go. A time when everyone was not tired or hungry. Another perspective is that I needed them to be thankful and obedient, not unappreciative and disobedient. But then again, I want to teach them unconditional love not conditional on the way they behave or their response in receiving. And then again, I have learned that what they want today they may not want tomorrow. It becomes unimportant. So I have learned that if I only wait a little while, things will change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As a mother, my role was to teach and train, I wanted to be loved not to be considered the meanest mother in the world. So now is my chance to be loved as a grandmother and wanting to give them everything they want. So I find myself thinking about these different perspectives. All of this pondering over four little words...But Gran You Said.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aren't we glad that when God said it, it happened. Aren't we glad that God knows the perfect time to give us what we ask. Maybe sometimes another time would be better. God knows our yesterdays, our todays and our tomorrows. He is growing us in grace and truth and He knows exactly what we need when we need it. All things come through Him. Aren't we glad we don't have to figure it out. He has already done that for us. All promises are Yes in Him. Aren't we glad God keeps His Promises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God said...and it was so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-3253142772576569873?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/3253142772576569873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=3253142772576569873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/3253142772576569873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/3253142772576569873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/10/promise-rose.html' title='The Promise Rose'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-7200079957074989905</id><published>2007-09-14T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T18:02:50.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome God'/><title type='text'>My God is an Awesome God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.victorianrose.org/images/red_rose2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" height="110" alt="" src="http://www.victorianrose.org/images/red_rose2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My God is an awesome God!&lt;br /&gt;He turns darkness into light,&lt;br /&gt;Death into life,&lt;br /&gt;Time into eternity.&lt;br /&gt;He makes mud into men,&lt;br /&gt;Wimps into warriors,&lt;br /&gt;Sinners into saints.&lt;br /&gt;My God is an awesome God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns failure into victory,&lt;br /&gt;Enemies become friends,&lt;br /&gt;Strangers become brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He changes poverty into abundance,&lt;br /&gt;Chains into stepping stones,&lt;br /&gt;And scarlet into purest white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes ugly into beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;He turns grief into joy.&lt;br /&gt;Fear into faith,&lt;br /&gt;Defeat into victory.&lt;br /&gt;My God is an awesome God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns mistakes into building blocks,&lt;br /&gt;War into peace,&lt;br /&gt;Weeds into trees,&lt;br /&gt;Wilderness into gardens…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God is an awesome God…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what He has done for me He can do for you!&lt;br /&gt;by Dr. Waylon O. Ward see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mercymatters.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://mercymatters.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://waylonward.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://waylonward.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-7200079957074989905?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/7200079957074989905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=7200079957074989905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/7200079957074989905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/7200079957074989905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-god-is-awesome-god.html' title='My God is an Awesome God'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-6123321277292615389</id><published>2007-09-14T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T07:57:24.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prov 3:5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Is 9:6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust:Nah 1:7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hab 2:4'/><title type='text'>The Prince's Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rosesuk.com/gfx/media/home/troses/the_princes_trust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.rosesuk.com/gfx/media/home/troses/the_princes_trust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This rose is a medium red and grows in clusters. The scent is very mild. This reminds me of all the issues, conflicts, controversies and tribulations of life that are all clumped together as a bouquet. Who do you trust with your most precious thoughts, your opinions and your trials? Who would you share this bouquet with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Lord has been speaking to me about Trust. To have a relationship with someone we must trust them. We must trust them to not ridicule us when we share our thoughts, we must trust them to comfort us when we need comfort, we must trust that we will be valued as a person. We must trust that we will not be shamed, made to feel guilty, or feel unworthy. To trust you must feel safe in what you say, what you feel, what you see, what you hear, what you do in each dimension of your life. This includes trusting your words and feelings regarding spiritual issues, financial issues, your friends, your education, your emotions. We are very lucky to find a friend or spouse that we can trust. Are you a trustworthy person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Prince of Peace is One who you can trust when you have no other. Have you ever had nagging questions and doubts? Or asked yourself why you are in the marriage you are in? Why your children have made bad choices? Why you have financial problems? Why life is not fair? Why the evil seem to flourish? Why is there so much pain and suffering? Why has your life not turned out the way you wanted it to? Our children ask many "whys" everyday. I think most of us as adults ask, if not aloud, then to ourselves, "Why God did this happen to me?" But we know &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The Lord is good&lt;/span&gt;, a stronghold in the day of trouble; and He knows those who trust in Him." (Nahum 1:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Lord is Good. All the time the Lord is Good. If we look through the lens of "God is Good all the time" we know that since God is good and He loves us He would never allow anything to happen to us that would not be for our good. We should "live by faith" trusting in God for He is Good ALL the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trust in the Lord and He will direct your path. Do you trust God with your thoughts, your feelings, your emotions, your heartbreaks, with your trials and temptations. Can you trust the Prince of Peace (Is 9:6) Begin by trusting Him who wants to have a relationship with you. Trust Him and tell Him what you are not happy about. Ask Him "Why?" And then wait for Him to pour out His love and His peace and his goodness on you. He is faithful and He will do it. Trust the Prince of Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-6123321277292615389?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/6123321277292615389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=6123321277292615389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/6123321277292615389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/6123321277292615389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/09/princes-trust.html' title='The Prince&apos;s Trust'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-410093946973151695</id><published>2007-09-13T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T02:55:39.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='17'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Col 1:27'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John 14:16'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romans 8:26'/><title type='text'>'Lovesong" Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.heirloomroses.com/photos/lovesong-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.heirloomroses.com/photos/lovesong-300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The "Lovesong" Rose is considered a shrub but can bloom singly as well. The bush is used as a hedge and also blooms through all seasons. Nearly all shrub roses are repeat bloomers and very hardy. Just like the name of this rose implies, Jesus is a hedge around us and is there for us in all seasons. I believe that Jesus softly and tenderly calls us through a love song to come home. Home being where He lives within us. (Col 1:27) "Christ in us the hope of glory." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We all struggle with conflicts and issues in different seasons of our lives. Listen to the "love song" of our Father who loves us so much He sent His son Jesus to die for us. He lives today at the right hand of the Father in Heaven interceding for us. (Romans 8:26) He left the Spirit of truth within us to guide us in all ways and protect us in this life here on earth. (John 14:16,17) It is a mystery how we can go into the secret place to find hope and comfort. Listen to the "Lovesong" of the one who loves you and calls you to come home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-410093946973151695?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/410093946973151695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=410093946973151695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/410093946973151695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/410093946973151695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/09/lovesong-rose.html' title='&apos;Lovesong&quot; Rose'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-5524244407904050518</id><published>2007-09-06T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T02:54:35.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jer 29:11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rom 12:1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jer 31:3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eph 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2'/><title type='text'>"Playtime"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/83/Rosa_Playtime_1.jpg/702px-Rosa_Playtime_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand" height="175" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/83/Rosa_Playtime_1.jpg/702px-Rosa_Playtime_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "Playtime" provides an amazing display of brilliant color in vibrant shades of reddish orange. The fragrance is mild but the rose makes up for the lack of fragrance by generously blooming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've just returned from my girl trip and discovered that a new woman emerged from this busy life during my time of playtime. I call it "playtime" because I have been on several girl trips in the past couple of months. We have laughed, shopped, eaten, talked and "played". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have come to realize while playing with my friends I was actually glorifying God. (Romans 12:1) I have witnessed creation by the Lord who is the creator of Heaven and Earth while being in different parts of the country. I understand the uniqueness of being made in His image by being around so many different "girls". There is an awareness of who I am, the real me, the one who is created in the image of God. I am a divine design drawn with lovingkindness. (Jeremiah 31:3) But not only am I created for a purpose (Jeremiah 29:11) but so are my friends uniquely formed to be a part of God's plan for my life and I theirs. Our diversities give us our strengths. We are actually all part of one another, one spirit, because there is one God. (Ephesians 4) I pray we can all bloom where God has planted us giving Him praise for His creation of the earth, the girls, and "playtime" as we are being transformed by the renewing of our minds that we may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God. (Romans 12:2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-5524244407904050518?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/5524244407904050518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=5524244407904050518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/5524244407904050518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/5524244407904050518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/09/playtime.html' title='&quot;Playtime&quot;'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-4066377116341623973</id><published>2007-08-09T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T15:20:25.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deut 11:18'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I John 1:1-5'/><title type='text'>The Scribe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="242" alt="" src="http://perso.orange.fr/wisteria/rose.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Giles de Laval writes about why scribes use the symbol of a rose. "It is a complex symbol comprising enduring love, beauty, the measure of perfection, sacrifice for a heartfelt desire, secrecy, transience of worldly matters. Roses are very commonly met with in a variety of contexts. Associated with the Virgin as the Rosa Mundi (The Rose of the world), it symbolizes her motherhood and perfection, the Biblical flowering stem of Jesse which leads to Christ her son, and through her a symbol of God's love for the world. White eglantine rose is symbolic of purity and the briar rose was emblematic of the pleasures and pains of love." No wonder a "rose" is drawn or given or spoken and used especially in written poems, essays, love notes. It portrays meaning, emotions and feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Scribes of old were the ones who wrote the words of others to promote the Kingdom of God. Jesus is also a type of Scribe. He writes His words on our hearts. He is the Living Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;John 1:1-5 "In the beginning the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God. He existed in the beginning with God. God created everything through him, and nothing was created except through him. The Word gave life to everything that was created..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-4066377116341623973?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/4066377116341623973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=4066377116341623973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/4066377116341623973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/4066377116341623973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/08/scribe.html' title='The Scribe'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-2316659582490091026</id><published>2007-06-22T05:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T07:02:04.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Cor 2:14'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Is 5:7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm 37:4'/><title type='text'>Fragrant Delight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etm.freshegg.com/customModules/apuldramRoses/products/images/fragrantdel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://etm.freshegg.com/customModules/apuldramRoses/products/images/fragrantdel1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently a classmate passed away and it caused me to remember an incident that happened in eighth grade. He was choosing between three girls to give a box of valentine candy too. I wanted that box of candy. I went after the "candy." The candy was presented to me. However, along with the box of candy came the giver of the box of candy. I didn't want the giver. I didn't like him. I just wanted the candy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This caused me to think about how I responded to God. Do I love the Giver? or Do I just want the blessings and promises? Everytime I do something good or right or serve or give, do I do it because I love the Giver? or Do I do it for the reward? What are the true motives of my heart? Do I truly love people and have a compassion for them? or Do I use people to satisfy my needs or to get what I want? I know I am a "fragrant delight" to the Lord but is the Lord a "fragrant delight" to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This highly perfumed rose blooms abundantly. The clustered flowers are peachy pink when new aging to a pale pink revealing a golden heart. Just like the "Fragrant Delight" rose, we must be transformed as we age revealing our true hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let us be a fragrant delight to the Lord (Is. 5:7 - we are a "garden of delight" to Him), to others (II Cor 2:14 - "through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of him." and most of all let the Lord be a "fragrant delight" to us (Psalm 37:4 - "delight yourself in the Lord".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://etm.freshegg.com/customModules/apuldramRoses/products/images/fragrantdel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-2316659582490091026?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/2316659582490091026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=2316659582490091026' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/2316659582490091026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/2316659582490091026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/06/fragrant-delight.html' title='Fragrant Delight'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-2296922698697734812</id><published>2007-06-01T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T17:33:05.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sissi Rose - Luke 2:40'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zech 12:10'/><title type='text'>"Sissi" Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pluct.net/images/roses/rose_du_jour/rose5/rose_2005/sissi_v135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="158" alt="" src="http://www.pluct.net/images/roses/rose_du_jour/rose5/rose_2005/sissi_v135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The "Sissi Rose" upright, open with pointed, double petals also known as Blue Moon. The color is a lilac mauve but tinted blue in the sun. A very sweet fragrance. This flower is the parent of "Julia's Rose". Ironically, just as similar as Julia's Rose and the Sissi Rose are, so are the similarities between these two granddaughters. "Sissi" my third granddaughter, daughter of my son. She has three older brothers who all call her "Sissi". "Sissi Rose" is what I call her. She is a rose to me. She is very much like me also. I also have three brothers. It is truly amazing how she looks so much like her mother one instant and so much like her daddy in another. She is a beautiful baby. So much like a rose that you just stare at the uniqueness of her beauty. The fragrance of a little girl in the midst of all the boys makes you wonder just how it is that the God of our universe can create such beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Her name means wisdom and princess. The Scripture I pray for her is Luke 2:40 - "and the child grew and became strong; she was filled with wisdom and the grace of God was upon her." Zechariah 12:10 says the Spirit of God has poured out his grace upon her. The Mother Goose Nursery Rhyme says Tuesday's child is full of grace. "Sissi Rose" God has found favor on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-2296922698697734812?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/2296922698697734812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=2296922698697734812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/2296922698697734812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/2296922698697734812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/06/sissi-rose.html' title='&quot;Sissi&quot; Rose'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-3453631189509857529</id><published>2007-06-01T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T17:25:01.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alyssa Rose II Cor. 2:14'/><title type='text'>"Riley Rose"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lib.ksu.edu/wildflower/wildflower4/multiflora2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="132" alt="" src="http://www.lib.ksu.edu/wildflower/wildflower4/multiflora2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Alyssa "Riley Rose" is white, sometimes pale pink, and is sometimes called the Japanese Rose because it mostly grows in Japan. It also grows in Riley, Kansas. It grows in the pastures and the fields of Riley, Kansas. It has a thorny stem so it used for borders and hedges to protect the animals and the wildlife. It has a very sweet fragrance. Sometimes the "Riley Rose" is a single flower and sometimes it grows in clusters. So much so like our Alyssa Riley, my second granddaughter. Daughter of my daughter. She loves pink. She wears pink. She has an older sister but she is also her very own unique little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so much like her mother when she was a little girl but also so much like me. It continually amazes me how our God designs each one of us just the way He wants us to be. She loves animals. Imagine a rose that is planted especially for the animals. She calls herself the animal angel. The color white is very becoming to an angel. Alyssa who is compassionate and full of mercy. An angel herself carrying the sweet fragrance of her compassion wherever she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name means Truthful and Courageous. The Mother Goose Rhyme says Tuesday's Child is full of Grace. And, of course, alyssum is a flower of sweet fragrance. The scripture verse I pray for her is II Corinthians 2:14 - "But thanks be to God who always leads us in triumphal procession in Christ and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of Him." She is God's fragrant flower and mine too. She is truthful, courageous and full of grace and mercy, a delight to the Lord. I am so glad there is a rose named for this very special unique little girl who loves animals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-3453631189509857529?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/3453631189509857529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=3453631189509857529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/3453631189509857529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/3453631189509857529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/06/riley-rose.html' title='&quot;Riley Rose&quot;'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-815474770403144633</id><published>2007-06-01T17:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T17:01:22.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia&apos;s Rose - Heb 13:15'/><title type='text'>"Julia's Rose"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="226" alt="" src="http://uncommonrose.biz/r/i/juliasrose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is a very beautiful "coffee colored" rose. It is open and upright with frilled petals revealing the stamens on the inside. It needs full sunshine. The fragrance is light and fresh. Julia, my first granddaughter. Daughter of my daughter. She is definitely a "jewel" in my crown. She resembles me as a little girl. So much so that my mother and daddy call her by my name. It is as if they are watching their own daughter play years ago in another decade. Watching her reminds me of me. Amazing, how God takes parts of each of us and puts them together to create a little girl in another generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name means Youthful and Anointed. Jewel means Delight. The Mother Goose Fairy Tale says Friday's child is loving and giving. Her scripture is Hebrews 13:15 - Through Jesus, therefore, let us continually offer a sacrifice of praise, the fruit of lips that confess His Name. These are the things I pray over her. Yes, God delights in her and so do I. It is fun to watch her continual exuberance for life in everything she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently attended her dance recital where she received a five year attendance award. She had a special part in one of her dances for the fifth year in a row. There is something about Julia that brings sunshine into your life. She enjoys life. Whatever she does, she does wholeheartedly. She dances, she plays basketball. She can dress frilly revealing her very heart as she dances or she can play basketball leading her team with her encouragement and brightness. She captures your heart with her openness and uprightness. Julia's Rose, beautiful, sweet, a breath of fresh air, sunshine, laughter, a delight to behold. I am so glad a rose is named Julia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-815474770403144633?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/815474770403144633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=815474770403144633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/815474770403144633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/815474770403144633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/06/julias-rose.html' title='&quot;Julia&apos;s Rose&quot;'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-5344273093968905239</id><published>2007-05-24T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:50:54.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malachi 3:16'/><title type='text'>"Remembrance"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ultimategifts.co.uk/images/REMEMBERANCE%20W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="176" alt="" src="http://www.ultimategifts.co.uk/images/REMEMBERANCE%20W.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This remembrance rose is scarlet and the scent is light and sweet unlike the fear of aging, a burden that we carry with us continually in our mind and body. The aging process tends to cause people to make lifestyle changes. I found myself dieting, exercising, checking my cholesterol, taking vitamins and calcium and fish oil, eating more vegetables and fruits for my eyes, my heart, my bones, my skin, more and more intensely trying to fight off the aging process and to maintain perfect health for my body. But what about our spiritual health? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Old Testament Prophet Malachi talks about spiritual heart disease. I am busily trying to maintain my healthy momentum for a body that will turn to dust one day while I need to be focusing on soul construction, the part of me that will live eternally. The heart disease that has come about because of guilt, shame, hypocrisy, idolatry, infidelity, divorce, materialism, anger, bitterness, brokenness, rejection, abandonment, apathy, disillusionment, etc. being oblivious to God's voice and self-absorbed. (For more on "Soul Construction" see &lt;a href="http://waylonward.blogspot.com"&gt;http://waylonward.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://mercymatters.org"&gt;http://mercymatters.org&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then those who feared the Lord spoke to one another, and the Lord listened and heard them; so a book of &lt;strong&gt;remembrance&lt;/strong&gt; was written before Him for those who fear the Lord and who meditate on His name." Malachi 3:16. You see, the Lord likes to hear and listen as we share about what He has done for us. Some ways of constructing your soul are: (1) pray (2) meditate on the Word (3) tell others (4) live a pure life (5) fellowship with other Christians. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you are having a difficult time getting beyond the heart break, seek professional help or someone who can encourage your soul. Soul construction, a light and sweet fragrance pleasing to the Lord so pleasing there is a book of remembrance written before Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-5344273093968905239?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/5344273093968905239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=5344273093968905239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/5344273093968905239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/5344273093968905239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/05/remembrance.html' title='&quot;Remembrance&quot;'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-8500604788836699653</id><published>2007-05-19T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:46:59.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Corinthians 7:5'/><title type='text'>"Compassion"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rosebuddies.com/images/compassi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="243" alt="" src="http://www.rosebuddies.com/images/compassi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The "compassion" rose has a rich, strong and sweet fragrance and can be used as a climbing rose on fences. In other words, it spreads. This is a rich truth from the Word to keep in our soul as we comfort others. The strong sweetness of the fragrance spreads the joy of being a Christian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;II Corinthians 7:5 - For when we came into Macedonia this body of ours had no rest, but we were harassed at every turn - conflicts on the outside, fears within. But God who comforts the downcast, comforted us by the coming of Titus, and not only by his coming but also by comfort you had given him. He told us about your longing for me, your deep sorrow, your ardent concern for me, so that my joy was greater than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;When we are tired, harassed, have conflicts and fears, our God comforts us. He comforts us by sending friends. He comforts us by the comfort they have received from others. He comforts us by the longing, deep sorrow and ardent concern that our friends have for us so that our joy is greater than ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-8500604788836699653?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/8500604788836699653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/8500604788836699653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/05/compassion.html' title='&quot;Compassion&quot;'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-7161350791786512908</id><published>2007-05-10T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:47:41.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm16:11'/><title type='text'>"Many Happy Returns"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://etm.freshegg.com/customModules/apuldramRoses/products/images/manyhappyreturns30.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://etm.freshegg.com/customModules/apuldramRoses/products/images/manyhappyreturns30.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally made it. "60" My husband surprised me with a party. I was really surprised. My family, my closest friends, my Study Group. I was surprised. You can read all about it on my daughter's blog "Birthdays and Surprises" and see the pictures also. &lt;a href="http://lifeoflisasmith.blogspot.com"&gt;http://lifeoflisasmith.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Rose "Many Happy Returns" was named from a salutation originating in the 1700's mainly used for birthdays that the birthday year would be repeated again and again. My 60th was definitely once in a lifetime event. However, on reflecting I realized I have been blessed with a wonderful family. My children and grandchildren live lives honoring to me and to the Lord. They love others and are involved in ministering God's love to others. I pray that I will always remember the love bestowed upon me by my family and friends on this birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the perfectness of this event is knowing the love of my Father. Not just my earthly father but my Father God in Heaven who loves me, who uniquely created me in my mother's womb, numbered my days from beginning to end, who perceives my thoughts, my going and coming and lying down, who knows every word on my tongue and who is familiar with all my ways. He has found favor on me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me. I am fearfully and wonderfully made and I praise my Father. (Psalm 139) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casting Crowns has a song called "Who Am I?" that the Lord of all the earth would care to know my name or feel my hurt. It is not because of who I am but because of what the Lord of all the earth has done. It is not because of what I've done but because of who the Father is. And I am His. "I am a flower quickly fading, here today and gone tomorrow." Because God loves me and God's promises are eternal. There will be many happy returns to the blessings He has for me. Psalm 16:11 "You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence with eternal pleasures at your right hand."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-7161350791786512908?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/7161350791786512908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=7161350791786512908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/7161350791786512908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/7161350791786512908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/05/many-happy-returns.html' title='&quot;Many Happy Returns&quot;'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-2582468086079009818</id><published>2007-04-18T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:48:37.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silence is preparation for a greater revelation of Him'/><title type='text'>"Rise 'n' Shine"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rdrop.com/~paul/minis/risenshine1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.rdrop.com/~paul/minis/risenshine1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This yellow rose has very little scent but it blooms profusely and stands tall and straight with lots of clusters. Its petals are pointed like stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In Henry Blackaby's Experiencing God, he mentions the story of Lazarus and when he died. All the way through the final sickness and death, Jesus did not respond. Even though Lazarus was mentioned as the one He loved. Mary and Martha told Jesus that if he had come their brother would not have died. Jesus told them they were correct, Lazarus would not have died because they knew that He would have healed him. Jesus said to her, "Your brother will &lt;em&gt;rise&lt;/em&gt; again." Martha answered, "I know he will &lt;em&gt;rise&lt;/em&gt; again in the resurrection in the last day." Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies, and whoever lives, and believes in me will never die."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Henry Blackaby suggests that not only did Jesus want them to know that He could heal but He wanted them to know a greater revelation of himself. He is the Resurrection and the Life. John Piper states that "we must never forget that God's silences are not his rejections. They are preparation for a greater revelation of him." Jesus is the Resurrection and the Life. Just as Jesus asked Martha, "Do you believe this?", we should remember that a greater revelation is coming. So, Rise and Shine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-2582468086079009818?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/2582468086079009818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=2582468086079009818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/2582468086079009818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/2582468086079009818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/04/rise-n-shine.html' title='&quot;Rise &apos;n&apos; Shine&quot;'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-1699291419004154408</id><published>2007-04-08T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T06:43:44.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>"Friendship Roses"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flowerbud.com/images/flowers/Roses-Red-Friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.flowerbud.com/images/flowers/Roses-Red-Friendship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our pastor &lt;a href="http://theharvestnow.com/"&gt;http://TheHarvestNow.com&lt;/a&gt; has been talking about relationships.  The most important one being our relationship with God. He challenged us to whether we can call ourselves God's friend. James 2:23 says Abraham believed God, and it was credited to him as righteousness." and he was called God's friend." The topic brought to mind the old hymn "What a Friend We Have in Jesus" written in 1855.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a privilege to carry all our sins and griefs to Him because He promises to bear them. We forfeit peace and bear needless pain just because we do not take it to God in prayer. He makes a way for our trials and temptations and troubles. He is our refuge. We should never be discouraged. He shares our sorrows. Jesus knows our every weakness.Take it to Him in prayer.  He is a faithful friend. Do you have a relationship with Jesus? Do you take it to Him in prayer? Are you a friend of God? Check out the website for our church.&lt;a href="http://TheHarvestNow.com"&gt;http://TheHarvestNow.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-1699291419004154408?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/1699291419004154408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=1699291419004154408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/1699291419004154408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/1699291419004154408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/04/friendship-roses.html' title='&quot;Friendship Roses&quot;'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-375802532078009474</id><published>2007-04-05T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:53:47.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter - Luke 20'/><title type='text'>"Mary Rose"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nurserysite.com/clubs/peninsular/1999show/maryrose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.nurserysite.com/clubs/peninsular/1999show/maryrose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nurserysite.com/clubs/peninsular/1999show/maryrose.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;This rose is sweetly fragrant, vigorous and spreading. "Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary of Magdala went to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the entrance. So she came running to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one Jesus loved, and said "They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we don't know where they have put him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Peter and the disciple ran to the empty tomb, looked inside and they believed. "Then the disciples went back to their homes, but Mary stood outside the tomb crying." We know the story...she saw two angels where Jesus' body had been. They asked her why she was crying. She told them they have have taken My Lord away and didn't know where. She saw a man she thought was the gardener and asked him where the body was. But when "Jesus said to her, "Mary." "She turned and cried out teacher..." "Jesus said, "Do not hold on to me...Go instead to my brothers and tell them..." Mary went to the disciples to spread the news "I have seen the Lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus is alive. He arose from the dead. He lives today. Are we holding on to Him or are we spreading the sweet fragrance of His life, His death, His resurrection. Are we a "Mary Rose"? Jesus is Risen. Hallejuah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-375802532078009474?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/375802532078009474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=375802532078009474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/375802532078009474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/375802532078009474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/04/mary-rose_05.html' title='&quot;Mary Rose&quot;'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-6908961989966876200</id><published>2007-04-04T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:54:48.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter - Psalm 25:14'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John 13:21'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prov 3:32'/><title type='text'>"Deep Secret"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.heirloomroses.com/photos/deep_secret-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.heirloomroses.com/photos/deep_secret-300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;You have to look deep into this rose to behold the color. It is rich and sweet. My THOUGHTS on the Passover may seem deep but they are rich and sweet... Psalm 25:14 says "The Secret of the Lord is with them who fear him and He will show them his covenant." KJV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;John 13:21 - "When Jesus had said these things, He was troubled in spirit, and testified and said, "Most assuredly, I say to you, one of you will betray Me." Then the disciples looked at one another, perplexed about whom He spoke. Now there was leaning on Jesus' bosom one of his disciples whom He loved. Then leaning back on Jesus breast, he said to Him, "Lord, who is it?" Jesus answered "It is he to whom I shall give a piece of bread when I have dipped it." And having dipped bread he gave it to Judas Iscariot, the son of Simon. As soon as Judas took the bread, Satan entered him. "What you are about to do, do quickly," Jesus told him, but no one at the table knew for what reason he said this to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;For some THOUGHT because Judas had the money box, that Jesus had said to him buy those things we need for the feast or that he should give something to the poor." NIV &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I pondered how many times have we been in a group of people watching what was going on perplexed about what was being said, not understanding why someone else was chosen to run the errand, who was being talked about and what they did to deserve recognition. The same thoughts these disciples must have thought. The disciples THOUGHT two different things. Neither one was an accurate THOUGHT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;However, Jesus had given them the answer. One would betray Him. It would happen when he dipped the bread. And to do it quickly. But scripture tells us they THOUGHT Judas was leaving to buy more food or to feed the poor. Are our thoughts on the One who loves us so much He gave His life for us that we could be with Him forever? Or are our thoughts focused on wrong thoughts? God's Word promises us that "...his secret is with the righteous." Prov 3:32 KJV&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We just have to look deep for them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-6908961989966876200?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/6908961989966876200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=6908961989966876200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/6908961989966876200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/6908961989966876200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/04/deep-secret.html' title='&quot;Deep Secret&quot;'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-5347398464918184217</id><published>2007-03-31T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:49:15.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age - John 21:20'/><title type='text'>"Gloire de Dijon"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.heirloomroses.com/photos/gloire_de_dijon-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.heirloomroses.com/photos/gloire_de_dijon-300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It occured to me one day that the Scripture gives us the Grace of growing old. This rose is a climber stretching its fragrance and glory to the heavens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After Peter's denial the Lord restored Peter. "Jesus said, 'Feed my sheep. I tell you the truth, when you were younger you dressed yourself and went where you wanted &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;when you are &lt;strong&gt;old&lt;/strong&gt; you will &lt;strong&gt;stretch our your hands&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;someone else will dress you&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;lead you where you do not want to go&lt;/strong&gt;.' Jesus said this to indicate the kind of death by which Peter would &lt;strong&gt;glorify God&lt;/strong&gt;. Then he said to him "Follow me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus says "Follow me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus says "Feed my sheep."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus says "Stretch out your arms "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and "Glorify Me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As we age, someone else will dress us and lead us where we do not want to go (hospital, retirement home, nursing home, leaving your home and downsizing), however as we grow older we can still Follow Jesus, Feed His Sheep, Stretch out our arms and Glorify Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;John 21:20 "Peter turned and saw that the disciple whom Jesus loved was following them. (This was the one who leaned back against Jesus at the supper...). John (the one who understood the love of Jesus) was the eyewitness and the one who wrote this account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-5347398464918184217?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/5347398464918184217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=5347398464918184217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/5347398464918184217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/5347398464918184217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/03/gloire-de-dijon.html' title='&quot;Gloire de Dijon&quot;'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-8028924112866329373</id><published>2007-03-24T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:56:22.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scentsational - Eph 3:18'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zech 12:10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John 20:2'/><title type='text'>Scentsational</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.noreast-miniroses.com/images/scentsational.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.noreast-miniroses.com/images/scentsational.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worsleyhallgardencentre.com/roses%20images/SCENTS.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The best time to smell the roses is midmorning when the sun has just reached the garden. I found this to be true in spending time with my grandchildren. They are so eager to learn, chatty and full of life midmorning and I enjoy the sweet fragrance of their love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While doing a craft one morning with three of my grandchildren, Alyssa said "I am making mine for the one who loves me the most." And Julia said "Well, we all know that is Gran." I also have a grandson who feels the same way. He said to his dad on the drive to my house last week "I know Gran will be so happy that I am coming to spend the night with her." This caused me to ponder why these two feel that I love them more than the others and why the others thought I loved these two the most. At first I wondered if I did. Did I have favorites? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I mentally thought about each grandchild and how unique and different but also very much alike, I realized how much I deeply loved each one of them. Nick who is mature, self disciplined, a thinker, compassionate, smart and sensitive. Jack who is smart, determined, inquisitive and compassionate. Julia who is mature, independent, confident, coordinated and charismatic. Alyssa who is smart, cute, cuddly, compassionate, humorous and talkative. Hunter who is friendly, dramatic, expressive, energetic, charming. Cooper who is cuddly, humorous, talkative, coordinated, charming. Palmer who is easy-going, sweet, content, and loved. Sophie who is easy going, content, sweet, happy and loved. They are each one unique but alike and loved very much. And I pray that they will not only know how much I love them but "to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Jesus Christ." Eph 3:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It is written "...the disciple whom Jesus loved, was reclining next to him." Now all of my grandchildren recline next to me when I sit down or they are in my lap. I believe that the "disciple whom Jesus loved" that reclined next to him understood unconditional love. He understood the love of Jesus. He felt the love of Jesus. He knew the love of Jesus. He felt safe with Jesus. He knew that nothing would ever separate him from this love. He knew, he would never be rejected, abandoned, humiliated, ridiculed or intimated. "...For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why do some feel more loved? Why do some think others are more loved? As believers in Jesus Christ, we must understand that we are all unique and different but still alike and loved very much. The disciple whom Jesus loved understood. He got it!We need to transfer this love from our head to our heart. We need to live in that realm of unconditional love. Let us enjoy being Your Favorite, O Lord, "the one you love" sending out the sweet fragrance of love to others. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This rose is intensely fragrant. A bouquet will perfume the entire room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Zechariah 12:10 promises "I will pour out upon the house...the Spirit of ... favor." (Amplified Version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-8028924112866329373?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/8028924112866329373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=8028924112866329373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/8028924112866329373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/8028924112866329373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/03/scent-sation.html' title='Scentsational'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-2253144773228234733</id><published>2007-03-15T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:56:48.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flower Garden - Isaiah 35'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>In the Rose Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/103/255610717_685fad0e47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/103/255610717_685fad0e47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It occurred to me today while swinging in the swing with my three year old grandson that my life is like the rose garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful, clear, blue sky 80 degree day and we were singing nursery rhymes. God's word says "the desert shall rejoice and blossom as the rose. It shall blossom abundantly and rejoice even with joy and singing." Isaiah 35:2 So, we were singing nursery rhymes but my heart was singing with the beauty of the changing of the seasons from winter to spring, from the dry brown grass and dead flower beds to the signs of green grass and budding flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet fragrance of the honeysuckle, the wild violets and wild periwinkles, the blooming pinks, and the budding lillies made me joyful. Then I noticed...the weeds. There were more weeds than blossoms. I realized that as I was emerging from my long winter's nap, I had also accumulated quite a few bad habits myself. Snacking all day, lack of exercise, long naps, lethargy, and "I don't wanta's" could choke out the beauty of the blossoming desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just as the flowers see the glory of the Lord and the excellency of our God, I, too, will keep my eyes fixed on the One who promises that the desert would blossom like a rose, that feeble hands, knees and hearts would be strengthened, and the sick would be healed. Isaiah 35 NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I pull weeds in the flower garden, I will also pull them from my soul giving thanks to Him who gives us Hope to become all we are meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-2253144773228234733?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/2253144773228234733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=2253144773228234733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/2253144773228234733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/2253144773228234733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-rose-garden.html' title='In the Rose Garden'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811989088258100824.post-841133889184789871</id><published>2007-03-14T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:57:12.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age - Psalm 84:5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm 71:18'/><title type='text'>I've Arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am approaching my 60th birthday. What better way to begin your 60th year by starting a blog? With the encouragement of my children and my grandchildren, here I go. I've always considered life a journey and welcome the excitement of new adventures. Psalms 84:5-7 says "Blessed are those whose strength is in you, who have set their hearts on pilgrimage. As they pass through the Valley of Baca (tears), they make it a place of springs; the autumn rains also cover it with pools. They go from strength to strength til each appears before God in Zion." So I am setting out on the "blogging pilgrammage." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't feel 60, look 60 or act 60 or think 60. I don't know what 60 is suppose to feel like, look like, act like or think like but I suppose I always thought 60 was old. It is hard for me to &lt;strong&gt;say&lt;/strong&gt; that I am going to be 60 and hard for me to &lt;strong&gt;think &lt;/strong&gt;that I am going to be 60. But 60, I will be. They say 60 is the new 40 for the &lt;em&gt;baby boomers&lt;/em&gt;. So, I am trying to remember how I felt at 40. As I remember, 40 did not bother me. Actually, I still feel young because I am a 60 year old child. Yes, my parents are still alive. That makes me still a child. And I still wonder what I will do when I grow up. And the answer is part of the journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have begun a new career as a Pastoral Counselor. &lt;a href="http://mercymatters.org"&gt;http://mercymatters.org&lt;/a&gt; How exciting is it to know God has called you to ministry? Psalm 71:18 "Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, O God, till I declare your power to the next generation, your might to all who are to come." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;So here I am. I have arrived on a Blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811989088258100824-841133889184789871?l=roseanncoffey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/feeds/841133889184789871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2811989088258100824&amp;postID=841133889184789871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/841133889184789871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2811989088258100824/posts/default/841133889184789871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseanncoffey.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-arrived.html' title='I&apos;ve Arrived'/><author><name>Rose Ann Mitchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06834397823267600165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JceL-vcViFU/SNLskAPgKDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0yEtq50s6yQ/S220/GHSJune2007+434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
