<?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-6044983226820084627</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:37:36.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenny Morris</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126433327227611615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y016HBOe-o/SvHUBFM32dI/AAAAAAAAABU/3vQEoTIhiLs/S220/6H7A9977.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044983226820084627.post-7531724679253413450</id><published>2009-11-04T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:41:57.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ordinary Streetlamp</title><content type='html'>As I was on my way to work one day, my eye was drawn to an ordinary streetlamp in the parking lot of a local market. I noticed the ray of light that the streetlamp was giving off and how everything the light touched was illuminated and exposed.  I also noticed how the things directly behind the lamppost, the things out of the direct path of light, were hidden in the shadows, dark and obscure.  How can those things which are so close to the light still be in utter darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My observations about that ordinary streetlamp made me think of the condition of many of our hearts.  Many of us have been raised in church, gone to church, or have at least heard the Gospel message explained and expounded upon.  Many of us have allowed the Word of God to powerfully challenge and change us.  Many of us have allowed the light of God’s Word to illuminate all the dark places within our hearts and to flood our souls with His redemptive light, much like the light from that lamppost did to everything in its path.  Yet, there are many of us who have heard those same words, who have been in God’s undeniable presence, who have attended church but have not let His light shine within.  Many of us have lived in the shadows of God’s light, right on the verge of radiance yet remaining on the edge where there is no light.  And where there is no light, there is only darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 11:33-36 says, “No one, when he has lit a lamp, puts it in a secret place or under a basket, but on a lampstand, that those who come in may see the light. The lamp of the body is the eye. Therefore, when your eye is good, your whole body also is full of light. But when your eye is bad, your body also is full of darkness. Therefore take heed that the light which is in you is not darkness. If then your whole body is full of light, having no part dark, the whole body will be full of light, as when the bright shining of a lamp gives you light.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s Word is light.  When His Word is in us, when we have completely surrendered everything and have opened our hearts, every nook and cranny, to God, our whole being will radiate that light.  We cannot reside on the edge; there is no half-lit as far as God is concerned.  We must live our lives in complete surrender, as complete as the completely lit ground below the streetlamp, illuminating God’s Word and presence through us.  Step out of the shadows, soak in the rays of God’s light, and let “those who come in see the Light.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044983226820084627-7531724679253413450?l=jennyrmorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/feeds/7531724679253413450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044983226820084627&amp;postID=7531724679253413450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/7531724679253413450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/7531724679253413450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/2009/11/ordinary-streetlamp.html' title='An Ordinary Streetlamp'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126433327227611615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y016HBOe-o/SvHUBFM32dI/AAAAAAAAABU/3vQEoTIhiLs/S220/6H7A9977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044983226820084627.post-213449293797565983</id><published>2009-05-12T22:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:09:09.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abosolute Certainty</title><content type='html'>"And being absolutely certain that whatever promise He is bound by, He is able to make good." Romans 4:21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I am&lt;br /&gt;absolutely certain&lt;br /&gt;      of His &lt;br /&gt; abundant ability&lt;br /&gt;     in each &lt;br /&gt;overwhelming situation &lt;br /&gt;     I face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     He has&lt;br /&gt;boundless resources&lt;br /&gt;    to meet &lt;br /&gt;limitless insufficiences&lt;br /&gt;    and all &lt;br /&gt;continual difficulties&lt;br /&gt;    in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I know&lt;br /&gt;     He is&lt;br /&gt;     able!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044983226820084627-213449293797565983?l=jennyrmorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/feeds/213449293797565983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044983226820084627&amp;postID=213449293797565983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/213449293797565983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/213449293797565983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/2009/05/abosolute-certainty.html' title='Abosolute Certainty'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126433327227611615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y016HBOe-o/SvHUBFM32dI/AAAAAAAAABU/3vQEoTIhiLs/S220/6H7A9977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044983226820084627.post-7084194412452751627</id><published>2009-05-10T21:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:57:55.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectancy</title><content type='html'>To expect something to happen means that one KNOWS that there will be an end to the expectancy, a fulfillment of a promise, a beginning and an ending to watchfulness.  When I was expecting each of my four daughters, I watched the changes in my body and knew that those changes would, in time, lead to a beautiful gift from God.  I did not forsake my body, but I cared for it because it housed my blessing.  Never forget that at the end of expectancy is blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044983226820084627-7084194412452751627?l=jennyrmorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/feeds/7084194412452751627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044983226820084627&amp;postID=7084194412452751627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/7084194412452751627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/7084194412452751627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/2009/05/expectancy.html' title='Expectancy'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126433327227611615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y016HBOe-o/SvHUBFM32dI/AAAAAAAAABU/3vQEoTIhiLs/S220/6H7A9977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044983226820084627.post-5746195968241349144</id><published>2009-02-22T19:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:08:35.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BUT GOD...</title><content type='html'>Disappointments surely come&lt;br /&gt;Sadness and sickness thrive&lt;br /&gt;Death looms 'round each corner&lt;br /&gt;Trying to take our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God is MY source of comfort&lt;br /&gt;My Rock and my King of Peace&lt;br /&gt;He shieldeth me in the storms I'm in&lt;br /&gt;He promised me He'd never leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the world around me shakes and shifts&lt;br /&gt;Though pain still comes my way&lt;br /&gt;In HIM will I stand and rest and pray&lt;br /&gt;In HIM will I always stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 12:2 says,"Behold, God is my salvation,I will trust and not be afraid; For the LORD GOD is my strength and song, And He has become my salvation." AMEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044983226820084627-5746195968241349144?l=jennyrmorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/feeds/5746195968241349144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044983226820084627&amp;postID=5746195968241349144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/5746195968241349144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/5746195968241349144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/2009/02/but-god.html' title='BUT GOD...'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126433327227611615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y016HBOe-o/SvHUBFM32dI/AAAAAAAAABU/3vQEoTIhiLs/S220/6H7A9977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044983226820084627.post-5201713640125080456</id><published>2009-02-14T11:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:55:07.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Answered Prayer</title><content type='html'>Since my last post, God has answered my disappointment resoundingly.  I had been disappointed mostly because Ricky and I were praying about a pastorate position and God had not seen fit to answer us in the affirmative.  The church where we had sent our resume had voted in someone else from out of state.  We had really felt good about the church and were very sad.  Ironically, we still held out hope and were still praying for the church.  Little did we know what God was planning and when.  At the end of October, we heard that the guy they had voted in had declined the position.  Ricky and I knew at that point that we needed to pray more fervently and specifically.  After reconnecting with one of the deacons, we were asked to come in for a meeting.  The first week of November, Ricky and I met with the deacons and the youth leader of Living Free Fellowship in Portland, TN.  After a great meeting of like minds and hearts, we waited.  We received a call the next week to preach and be voted on.  On November 17th, we tried out and were voted in, unanimously.  We took the week to pray and talk about it.  We already knew in our spirits that it was right, but we wanted to talk to the girls and the rest of the family about the changes to come.  We called and accepted the position, thereafter, and had our first service as pastors on December 7, 2008.  Since then, God has grown our love for the church people and has grown our passion for his service.  We had felt complacent for many years-- sort of stuck in a rut.  We feel revived and renewed in our vision and passion for God.   We are thankful that God chose to say YES, and we are humbled by his trust in us and seek his guidance and anointing to minister to the people in our care.  God was with me in my disappointment, and I am grateful that he listened to my grumblings and still loved me.  But... that's our great God!  There is none other like HIM!  Thank you, Lord; I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044983226820084627-5201713640125080456?l=jennyrmorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/feeds/5201713640125080456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044983226820084627&amp;postID=5201713640125080456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/5201713640125080456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/5201713640125080456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/2009/02/answered-prayer.html' title='Answered Prayer'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126433327227611615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y016HBOe-o/SvHUBFM32dI/AAAAAAAAABU/3vQEoTIhiLs/S220/6H7A9977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044983226820084627.post-7237792393058694687</id><published>2008-09-08T20:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:19:45.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>What do you do when you are disappointed?  Me?  I tend to turn inward.  I tend to get really quiet and question life and my place in the world.  I tend to wallow in my sadness for a while, and then I wake up to God's faithfulness and perfect sovereignity. Right now, I am disappointed.  I am at the point of quiet questioning.  What is God trying to teach me?  Have I missed his direction?  Have I not done something that I should of done, or did I do something that I should not have done?  Am I who He wants me to be?  Will I ever be?  I KNOW that my questioning and waiting will lead me to God and His still small voice.  I KNOW that His timing is perfect; His ways are perfect; and He will complete the perfect work that He began in me.  But... until I totally wake up to all of those truths... I sulk and wallow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044983226820084627-7237792393058694687?l=jennyrmorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/feeds/7237792393058694687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044983226820084627&amp;postID=7237792393058694687' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/7237792393058694687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/7237792393058694687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/2008/09/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126433327227611615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y016HBOe-o/SvHUBFM32dI/AAAAAAAAABU/3vQEoTIhiLs/S220/6H7A9977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044983226820084627.post-8402028384270417321</id><published>2008-08-30T23:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:14:46.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks, friend!</title><content type='html'>This summer I was feeling a little low and one of the HSYM youth gave me a word of encouragement.  All she did was tell me that she appreciated me.  Those words have been repeated by so many, so often, in so many situations without even a thought of their meaning; however, when she spoke those words, they were exactly what I needed to hear when I needed to hear them.  So... I wrote a poem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Kind Word&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One kind word was spoken to me today.&lt;br /&gt;It was enough to send my sorrow and sadness away.  &lt;br /&gt;The power of that word the sender could not have known.  &lt;br /&gt;Yet, healing balm abounds when kindness and love are shown.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple, but true!  Thank you, friend, for that kind word.  I was feeling blue and you showed me that you cared.  Let us be encouragers, even when we feel like we are the ones who need encouragement. Kind words are like boomerangs-- they are sent out from our hearts, fly by others to spread good will, and then return back to us.  Again, thank you, friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044983226820084627-8402028384270417321?l=jennyrmorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/feeds/8402028384270417321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044983226820084627&amp;postID=8402028384270417321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/8402028384270417321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/8402028384270417321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/2008/08/thanks-friend.html' title='Thanks, friend!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126433327227611615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y016HBOe-o/SvHUBFM32dI/AAAAAAAAABU/3vQEoTIhiLs/S220/6H7A9977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044983226820084627.post-6688636179295381179</id><published>2008-07-20T22:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:04:37.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Poem Is (S)Not About You</title><content type='html'>This is a little 'ditty' I wrote this summer-- just for the heck of it! There is NO hidden meaning behind it, and it was NOT written with anyone special in mind.  So... enjoy!  And, please, feel free to use it, if need be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Poem Is (S)Not About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noses are red and&lt;br /&gt;skintones are blue. &lt;br /&gt;It's allergy season;&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT crying over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pollen and the spores&lt;br /&gt;are what make my eyes water.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, knowing you're gone &lt;br /&gt;doesn't make me fret or bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you &lt;br /&gt;and I don't think I like you either.&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice life, &lt;br /&gt;but please hand me my breather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044983226820084627-6688636179295381179?l=jennyrmorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/feeds/6688636179295381179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044983226820084627&amp;postID=6688636179295381179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/6688636179295381179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/6688636179295381179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-poem-is-snot-about-you.html' title='This Poem Is (S)Not About You'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126433327227611615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y016HBOe-o/SvHUBFM32dI/AAAAAAAAABU/3vQEoTIhiLs/S220/6H7A9977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044983226820084627.post-5643397771287046908</id><published>2008-05-24T23:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:23:12.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe (Another Journal Entry)</title><content type='html'>I had written a blog a while back about one of my pet peeves-- when people put "I believe..." before a statement of truth. I wrote in my journal in January 2007 about a few things that I believe. So as not to sound hypocritical, these are just a few of the truths that I hold dear which is different than the context of my pet peeve (using "I believe" to transition into a statement of fact and not belief, conviction or opinion). There is a difference, if even a small one! Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From January 4, 2007... &lt;strong&gt;I BELIEVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I believe emphatically in Your never failing Word and Will. &lt;br /&gt;I believe eternally in Your Name, which is above all names,&lt;br /&gt;Your reign, which is forevermore, and Your love, which is constant and true. &lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I believe in YOU! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044983226820084627-5643397771287046908?l=jennyrmorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/feeds/5643397771287046908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044983226820084627&amp;postID=5643397771287046908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/5643397771287046908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/5643397771287046908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-believe-another-journal-entry.html' title='I Believe (Another Journal Entry)'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126433327227611615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y016HBOe-o/SvHUBFM32dI/AAAAAAAAABU/3vQEoTIhiLs/S220/6H7A9977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044983226820084627.post-2369661997599927601</id><published>2008-05-24T22:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:03:46.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wit's End</title><content type='html'>My husband and I took our girls to see &lt;em&gt;Narnia's Prince Caspian&lt;/em&gt; today.  Great movie with a great message!  As I was reading in my devotional book tonight, I was struck by the similarities of my devotional for today and the moral of the movie. The scripture for my devotional was Psalm 107:27-28, "At their wit's end, then they cry unto the Lord in their trouble, and he bringeth them out." (I will not discuss the similarities in detail as to not give away much of the movie; I will discuss this scripture passage and its meaning a bit more, though.)  God allows us to get to our wit's end so many times.  Why do you think that is?   God amazingly chooses to reveal himself and his strength and will at just the right moment-- that moment after the will and strength of man runs out or proves insufficient and that moment before man becomes eternally despondent.  It is at that exact moment (at our wit's end) that man can choose to rely fully on God and can be fully at peace and fully cared for by the Father, having heartfelt needs met and hearts mended.  God knows that we are incapable of taking care of ourselves without him; he also knows that we need to know that.  GOD is able and ONLY through him are we victorious in any and all situations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044983226820084627-2369661997599927601?l=jennyrmorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/feeds/2369661997599927601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044983226820084627&amp;postID=2369661997599927601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/2369661997599927601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/2369661997599927601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/2008/05/wits-end.html' title='Wit&apos;s End'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126433327227611615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y016HBOe-o/SvHUBFM32dI/AAAAAAAAABU/3vQEoTIhiLs/S220/6H7A9977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044983226820084627.post-1769915627670216318</id><published>2008-04-25T15:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T15:23:25.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entries</title><content type='html'>I journal so much more easily than I blog, so I have decided to enter a few of my journal entries (one now, more to come).  My journal entries mostly consist of notes to God or self with a bit of poetry or prose added in every now and again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From February, 2007...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, we keep moving forward, filling our calendars, planning events, teaching and preaching.  It seems like there should be more that we're working for, but I know that we are where You want us to be-- although we do not always see the results of our labors.  You have not called us to be famous, just faithful.  You have not called us to be popular, just pliable.  You have not called us to be extravagant or wealthy, just extremely blessed by your daily care.  Our blessings come in Your timing and Your ways.  May we serve without seeing; may we love without luxury.  Lord, I want to feel-- Your presence and the plight of others, compassion and love for each.  I want to impact others' lives for Your kingdom and in Your name!  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044983226820084627-1769915627670216318?l=jennyrmorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/feeds/1769915627670216318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044983226820084627&amp;postID=1769915627670216318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/1769915627670216318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/1769915627670216318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/2008/04/journal-entries.html' title='Journal Entries'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126433327227611615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y016HBOe-o/SvHUBFM32dI/AAAAAAAAABU/3vQEoTIhiLs/S220/6H7A9977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044983226820084627.post-2062732362150261146</id><published>2008-04-21T13:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T16:44:26.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction Doesn't Come Easy</title><content type='html'>I just completed a major assignment in my Bible Study class at Southwestern Assembly of God University. I was dreading this assignment because it entails so many tiny details that are time consuming. Also, I was dreading it because my professor is a stickler. Well, I am done with it! Hallelujah! It was called an Interpretative Analysis of 1 Corinthians 1:18-2:5. It ended up being eight (8) pages long! You know what, though? I was dreading it SO much, but now (that it's over) I kinda liked doing it. I have no idea what my grade will be (and that scares me), but I enjoyed the learning process of the whole thing. If I wasn't going to be graded on it, I probably would have enjoyed it even more (but I probably wouldn't have done it, either). Well, now that it's over, I feel satisfied, like I accomplished something. I didn't benefit anyone else; I didn't help another soul; but I feel like I started something that was excruciatingly difficult and I finished it with all my hair on my head and a bit more knowledge inside. Satisfaction doesn't come easy, but it feels really good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044983226820084627-2062732362150261146?l=jennyrmorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/feeds/2062732362150261146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044983226820084627&amp;postID=2062732362150261146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/2062732362150261146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/2062732362150261146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/2008/04/satisfaction-doesnt-come-easy.html' title='Satisfaction Doesn&apos;t Come Easy'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126433327227611615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y016HBOe-o/SvHUBFM32dI/AAAAAAAAABU/3vQEoTIhiLs/S220/6H7A9977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044983226820084627.post-2419573390788516509</id><published>2008-04-17T13:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:39:37.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Know What You Believe</title><content type='html'>I recently wrote a comment to one of my friend's blogs.  He was writing about how he used to believe that truth was relative, but now he understands that truth is based on the Word of God and is not simply based on what a person believes.  My comment to him was about something that puzzles me frequently-- Why do people preface many of their ideals with the words "I believe"?  When someone says that I want to ask them, "If you don't believe it, then why are you saying it?"  For instance, someone may be sharing God's Word and they say, "I believe that we need to love people," or " I believe that God's Word says..."  Should we love people?  Does God's Word say...?  It doesn't matter if we believe it.  It doesn't matter if we don't.  It is what it is!  We need to say, " We need to love people!"  "God's Word says..."  When we add "I believe,"  we are adding a disclaimer.  The only place for a disclaimer is when we could be wrong, like when someone says, "I believe that the Tennessee Titans are a great football team."  That leaves room for discussion, a difference of opinion.  There is no room for that when it comes to God's Word!  Like I said before, it is what it is!  It is truth (and I believe it)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044983226820084627-2419573390788516509?l=jennyrmorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/feeds/2419573390788516509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044983226820084627&amp;postID=2419573390788516509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/2419573390788516509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044983226820084627/posts/default/2419573390788516509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyrmorris.blogspot.com/2008/04/know-what-you-believe.html' title='Know What You Believe'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126433327227611615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y016HBOe-o/SvHUBFM32dI/AAAAAAAAABU/3vQEoTIhiLs/S220/6H7A9977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
