<?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-5433742532788225873</id><updated>2011-12-05T22:59:48.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>priscymatos</title><subtitle type='html'>I love God and, even though I don't deserve it, I'm glad to know that He loves me too...just the way I am. Love to sing, that's my passion.  Don't like bugs, among other things.  Love to travel, enjoy eating great food and I'm not afraid to dream big.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>219</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-4751063565555411120</id><published>2011-02-09T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T17:12:10.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To think about...</title><content type='html'>We're learning this new song to sing at Oasis this weekend.  One of the lines reads "I'm running after you."  As I'm seating here, I can't help to think how in order for us to run after something we actually have to leave something or some things behind and how, if we want to get somewhere, we have to be OK with that.&lt;div&gt;What does that look like in life, Pris? Well, those things could be our past hurts, our bad habits, our doubts, fears, broken dreams, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointments&lt;/span&gt;, mistakes...the list goes on.  So much could hold us back.  So much could keep us stuck or walking slow, because we can't seem to find a way to let go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom line is, we can't get to a new place if we don't leave the old place behind.  Make sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just sharing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-4751063565555411120?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/4751063565555411120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=4751063565555411120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/4751063565555411120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/4751063565555411120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-think-about.html' title='To think about...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-2865956577135456214</id><published>2010-07-27T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:07:47.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection....Not a requirement</title><content type='html'>"No body's perfect!", I can't count the times I've heard or said this phrase as I can imagine you have too.  Funny thing is I often find myself trying to be.  It's like my brain knows this truth, the fact that we are all human and prompt to make mistakes, but I'm constantly competing against that.&lt;div&gt;I wonder, what if they see that I don't have it all together? They probably do. What if I disappoint them? I probably have.  What if they stop loving me?  Truth is, they probably wont.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the past year, I've experienced one of the most amazing gifts anyone could ever posses...Community.  I've been surrounded by God loving people who know what love is all about.  I've seen acceptance, I've seen selflessness, patience, mercy and grace.  And, though I often struggle when I know that my flaws are extremely evident, I'm constantly reminded of God's unconditional love through the love and acceptance I see and receive from my community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm encouraged to be the best Pris I can be.  I'm encouraged to treat others with love and respect, as I would also want to be treated.  I'm encouraged to put my very best into everything I do and I hope you are too.  Let's also be encouraged in knowing that we are loved just as we are and that to God and  to those who truly love us, perfection is not a requirement.  That sure makes me happy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-2865956577135456214?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/2865956577135456214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=2865956577135456214' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/2865956577135456214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/2865956577135456214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2010/07/perfectionnot-requirement.html' title='Perfection....Not a requirement'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-8692320471977162496</id><published>2010-04-19T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:11:09.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing what I'm digging...</title><content type='html'>Right now, these are the books I'm digging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Purity Principle - by Randy Alcorn&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning how to choose wisely.&lt;br /&gt;Life changing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maker's Diet - by Jordan S. Rubin&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning how to eat what does me well and not what could potentially destroy my health.  Life changing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financial Peace - by Dave Ramsey&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning how to be responsible with my finances.&lt;br /&gt;Life changing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading on Empty - by Wayne Cordeiro&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning about the importance of prioritizing and protecting what keeps my cup overflowing.&lt;br /&gt;Life changing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible - by God&lt;br /&gt;I'm just constantly learning and my life is constantly changing...for the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my picks.  Which books are you digging?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-8692320471977162496?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8692320471977162496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=8692320471977162496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/8692320471977162496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/8692320471977162496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2010/04/sharing-what-im-digging.html' title='Sharing what I&apos;m digging...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-6072217426380648031</id><published>2010-03-11T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:53:55.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faithful...</title><content type='html'>I would be writing all night if I was to list all the ways in which God has proven Himself faithful in this journey I call life.  I wont name them, not tonight, but I will say that there are many.  God never ceases to amaze me...I love Him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-6072217426380648031?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6072217426380648031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=6072217426380648031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6072217426380648031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6072217426380648031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2010/03/faithful.html' title='Faithful...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-8101854864061581454</id><published>2009-12-08T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:24:07.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving forward...a daily choice</title><content type='html'>I face it every morning.  Some days, the choice is easy to make and the past seems to have lost its power over me.  Other days, the battle is greater, the past is more present and the walk is much slower, but He remains faithful.  He reminds me that He makes all things new. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing better than holding on to His promises, relying on His strength, trusting in His plan, resting in His peace and dwelling in His love to help you to keep moving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm not going back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm moving ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm here to declare to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;my past in over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;In you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;All things are made new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Surrender my life to Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm moving, moving forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-8101854864061581454?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8101854864061581454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=8101854864061581454' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/8101854864061581454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/8101854864061581454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/12/moving-forwarda-daily-choice.html' title='Moving forward...a daily choice'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-3170852071097785933</id><published>2009-12-01T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:29:33.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Content</title><content type='html'>Can't believe it, but this coming Saturday will be one year since I moved to LA.  The crazy thing is not the twelve months that have gone by so quickly, but the amazing things that God has done in those twelve months, proving that our obedience to His voice is always the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James 1:3-4&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"For you know that when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow.  So let it grow, for when your endurance is fully developed, you will be perfect and complete, needing nothing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the word of God states "perfect and complete, needing nothing" it's referring to more than just material things.  I believe it refers to a level of fulfillment and contentment that goes beyond the circumstances we might be facing.  I believe and have experienced that the only way to find complete fulfillment, the only way to get to a place of contentment is surrendering my life to God's purpose and living entirely in His will.  Whatever that takes, it's worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things I want and deeply desire, but my heart is content even without them. What a great place to be...He leads, I follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-3170852071097785933?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3170852071097785933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=3170852071097785933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/3170852071097785933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/3170852071097785933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/12/content.html' title='Content'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-3482527527498420534</id><published>2009-09-15T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:17:59.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SrCDCcsG9VI/AAAAAAAAAo4/YR_va8UIbCk/s1600-h/Steps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381945632791917906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SrCDCcsG9VI/AAAAAAAAAo4/YR_va8UIbCk/s200/Steps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"God, my steps are ordained by you." This one thought is constantly on my mind as I think of this wonderful journey we call life. Since I was a little girl, His hand has been present in an undeniable way saving me from death, healing my body, keeping me from accidents, providing for my needs, closing some doors and opening others, telling me "no" when everyone else around me has been telling me "yes" and telling me "go" when everyone and even my own feelings have been telling me "stay". He has protected me, protected my heart with a tenderness that's even hard to explain. It's just so obvious...He loves me. He loves me and has my life planed out, since before I was born. He knows every tear I've cried, because He's been right there, by my side. He knows every dream that dwells in my heart, because He planted each one of them there. He tells me I can and expects me to succeed. He has brought me here, to this right now when my heart has no regrets and my hope is entirely placed in Him and His perfect plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, my steps are ordained by you...and I wouldn't want it any other way. You love me so well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-3482527527498420534?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3482527527498420534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=3482527527498420534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/3482527527498420534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/3482527527498420534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/09/reflecting.html' title='Reflecting....'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SrCDCcsG9VI/AAAAAAAAAo4/YR_va8UIbCk/s72-c/Steps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-7410566352612463703</id><published>2009-08-25T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:56:33.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These verses spoke to me ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We are pressed on every side by troubles, but we are not crushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We are perplexed, but not driven to despair. We are hunted down, but NEVER abandoned by God.  We get knocked down, but we are NOT destroyed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;...That is why we never give up.  Though our bodies are dying, our spirits are being renewed every day.  For our present troubles ARE SMALL and WONT LAST VERY LONG.  Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and WILL LAST FOREVER.  So we don't look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen.  For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Cor 4:8-9, 16-18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-7410566352612463703?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7410566352612463703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=7410566352612463703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7410566352612463703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7410566352612463703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/08/these-verses-spoke-to-me.html' title='These verses spoke to me ...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-7797451489508328152</id><published>2009-08-18T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:27:16.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing I know....</title><content type='html'>ALL I NEED IS YOU, LORD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-7797451489508328152?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7797451489508328152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=7797451489508328152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7797451489508328152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7797451489508328152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-thing-i-know.html' title='One thing I know....'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-6572326865371557403</id><published>2009-08-07T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:38:40.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You hold me now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SnxzmXtuOeI/AAAAAAAAAow/72VfMZykW7s/s1600-h/JesusHuggingGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367291958956800482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SnxzmXtuOeI/AAAAAAAAAow/72VfMZykW7s/s200/JesusHuggingGirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The words in this song speak to me. I thought I would share it with you...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You Hold Me Now - Hillsong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On that day when I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;All that You have for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When I see You face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There surrounded by Your grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;All my fears swept away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In the light of Your embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Where Your love is all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And forever I am free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the streets are made of gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In Your presence healed and whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Let the songs of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Rise to You alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No weeping no hurt or pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;No suffering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You hold me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You hold me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;No darkness no sick or lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;No hiding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You hold me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You hold me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this life I will stand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Through my joy and my pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Knowing there's a greater day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There's a hope that never fails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Where Your Name is lifted high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And forever praises rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For the glory of Your Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm believing for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the wars and violence cease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;All creation lives in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Let the songs of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Rise to You alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For eternity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All my heart will give&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the glory to Your Name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You Hold Me Now" words and music by Rueben Morgan&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/5433742532788225873-6572326865371557403?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6572326865371557403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=6572326865371557403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6572326865371557403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6572326865371557403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-hold-me-now.html' title='You hold me now...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SnxzmXtuOeI/AAAAAAAAAow/72VfMZykW7s/s72-c/JesusHuggingGirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-4071717702405568723</id><published>2009-08-03T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:51:11.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Therapy...</title><content type='html'>The what is painful, but somehow, it's made me strong and fortunate to be able to feel something at all&lt;br /&gt;The where is deeper, felt in every heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;The when was then and still today&lt;br /&gt;The how, I wonder. It caught me by surprise, proving that it's stronger the second time around&lt;br /&gt;The why, unclear&lt;br /&gt;The who? It's you...it still you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a greater plan....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-4071717702405568723?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/4071717702405568723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=4071717702405568723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/4071717702405568723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/4071717702405568723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/08/therapy.html' title='Therapy...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-1825610452791689355</id><published>2009-07-28T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:14:54.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not guilty anymore...</title><content type='html'>"Doesn't matter what you've done...you're not guilty anymore...I love you. Mercy is yours"&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Keyes - Not Guilty Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to this song today, I'm just overwhelmed by God's mercy and TRUE forgiveness. We've all missed the mark somehow. We've all sinned, made mistakes, let Him down. We've all been tortured by shame, guilt and regret before...who knows, maybe even now. But isn't it wonderful knowing that we DO NOT need to remain this way? Jesus paid the price! He took our shame, our guilt, our sin and gives us, instead, forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you've done, the past has no more power over you, because you've been forgiven. You're not guilty anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if sin is not in my past? What if I'm missing the mark now, today? I can tell you that His mercy is available for you today, right now, as you ask Him to forgive you and deliver you. In His power and strength you can do all things. You can, in His name, walk away from whatever this is that has had power over you. Come to Him...His arms are open and ready to embrace you as He whispers in your ear "You're not guilty anymore...I love you...mercy is yours."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-1825610452791689355?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1825610452791689355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=1825610452791689355' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1825610452791689355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1825610452791689355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-guilty-anymore.html' title='Not guilty anymore...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-1932581870647320435</id><published>2009-07-16T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:53:32.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are in good hands...</title><content type='html'>When I don't get me, when I can't figure myself out, when I'm confused by my own reasoning, when so much around me seems uncertain....Whew! I find joy in knowing that He gets me!  He knows me better than I know myself! He has a clear vision for my life and directs every single step I take allowing me to walk in the divine protection of His will and purpose!  When life gets overwhelming, I can confidently say "I know in whom I trust!...the God that's greater than ALL.  He's got me!" &lt;br /&gt;He's got you too...we're in good hands ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-1932581870647320435?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1932581870647320435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=1932581870647320435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1932581870647320435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1932581870647320435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-are-in-good-hands.html' title='We are in good hands...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-1432268726584757725</id><published>2009-07-14T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:04:10.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday baby sister!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/Sl1wF4z5ymI/AAAAAAAAAog/62bpKqp8fPo/s1600-h/Milca+w+guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358562378092497506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/Sl1wF4z5ymI/AAAAAAAAAog/62bpKqp8fPo/s400/Milca+w+guitar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby girl, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have no idea how much your existence has blessed my life. You've grown to be such a courageous, bold, confident, loving, mature and beautiful woman. Everyday, somehow, you manage to bring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;encouragement&lt;/span&gt; to me, sometimes with tough love and others with gentle words of affirmation. I'm so honored to be your sister and thankful because God brought you to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Milca&lt;/span&gt;, beloved princess! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quiero&lt;/span&gt;...and I'll hug you soon ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-1432268726584757725?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1432268726584757725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=1432268726584757725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1432268726584757725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1432268726584757725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-baby-sister.html' title='Happy Birthday baby sister!'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/Sl1wF4z5ymI/AAAAAAAAAog/62bpKqp8fPo/s72-c/Milca+w+guitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-8759332922045823464</id><published>2009-07-10T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:41:17.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrounded by impossibles?</title><content type='html'>Then you're in the PERFECT position to see the hand of God, the all powerful ONE.  We do what we can...after that, He takes over to do what we can't.  Today, believe that your eyes will see His power move the mountains in your life.  NOTHING is impossible for Him....guaranteed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-8759332922045823464?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8759332922045823464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=8759332922045823464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/8759332922045823464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/8759332922045823464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/07/surrounded-by-impossibles.html' title='Surrounded by impossibles?'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-6705383684099610037</id><published>2009-07-07T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:24:49.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost missed it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SlMGDNpDGbI/AAAAAAAAAoY/WTGe0JuhOwE/s1600-h/I+could+fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355631034144856498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SlMGDNpDGbI/AAAAAAAAAoY/WTGe0JuhOwE/s400/I+could+fly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I passed by and saw them enjoy themselves so much I would say to myself "I wish I wasn't scared to do that...it seems like so much fun." Today, as I walked by with my friend Carmen, she suggested "let's do it!" with a big smile on her face. Again, I wished and then said "no...but I can take your picture while you do it." I'm glad that she didn't take no for an answer. She insisted, paid for both of us and totally encouraged me to experience flying with her. I can't believe I almost missed it! What I thought was too scary turned out to be a moment that I'll never forget...a moment of complete letting go. What an amazing feeling! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always say that fear holds our wings and keeps us from flying. I'm so glad that tonight I didn't let it and, because of that, I experienced a new sense of freedom. Won't be the last time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-6705383684099610037?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6705383684099610037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=6705383684099610037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6705383684099610037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6705383684099610037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-almost-missed-it.html' title='I almost missed it...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SlMGDNpDGbI/AAAAAAAAAoY/WTGe0JuhOwE/s72-c/I+could+fly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-5012706821775584329</id><published>2009-07-01T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:42:57.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been a stranger...I know</title><content type='html'>I could start by giving excuses to explain why I haven't blogged in a while, but I wont.  Truth is, no excuse is good enough.  Honestly?  Blogging is very serious to me.  When I blog, I want to leave you with something that would encourage you, help you, make you think, make you live out your purpose, inspire you or at least make you laugh.  In my journey, for a while I felt very incapable of doing any of those things, so I was silent.  You see, sometimes I get tired of facing the same battles or going through the same ups and downs, so I get discouraged and doubt how God could even bring life out of my brokenness.  Yes, nonsense...I now know. &lt;br /&gt;Holly Wagner said something that made me come back to my senses on the last day of the Godchicks conference.  She urged us to "mark the trail" in whatever situation we are facing.  Mark the trail for those that will come behind me, those that will face the same struggles, lead the way for them to arrive safely to their God given purpose.  WHAT?! You mean I need to put my situation out there?  I need to show them when I'm down or when I doubt or when I'm scared or when I'm confused or when I'm just sad???  Well...That's when His power is made stronger, isn't it?  In my weakness, in my mess ups, in my moments of darkness that's when the light of His grace shines and that's when He brings out life from my brokenness.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to get caught up on everything that's going on in our lives, but I hope I never forget that my job as a leader is to &lt;strong&gt;mark the trail&lt;/strong&gt; by letting others see that God's power is available for me and for everyone else....no matter what you're facing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-5012706821775584329?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5012706821775584329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=5012706821775584329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/5012706821775584329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/5012706821775584329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-strangeri-know.html' title='I&apos;ve been a stranger...I know'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-6629859280557182285</id><published>2009-06-02T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:44:20.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be encouraged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"For God is not unjust.  He will not forget how hard you have worked for him and how you have shown your love to him by caring for other believers, as you still do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hebrews 6:10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-6629859280557182285?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6629859280557182285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=6629859280557182285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6629859280557182285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6629859280557182285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/06/be-encouraged.html' title='Be encouraged!'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-5742312653828006479</id><published>2009-05-26T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:26:49.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Priscilla...the Precisionist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/ShzOW1CmqiI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/kECalK9EuEs/s1600-h/I+like+me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340370149745011234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/ShzOW1CmqiI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/kECalK9EuEs/s200/I+like+me.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi, my name is Priscilla and I'm a Precisionist. (This is the part where you all shout "Hi Priscilla!")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During one of the membership classes at Oasis, we were offered the opportunity to take the DISC personality profile. I got my results in the mail and read them last night. It was so interesting to read a detailed breakdown of, well, me! Unlike other times when I've taken other personality assessments (as attempts to figure myself out), this results did not leave me wanting to be somebody else. Although the breakdown includes a number of areas in which I need to improve, its all presented in a way that makes it easy to understand, accept and potentially improve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of my good characteristics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reliable, dependable, analytical (not to an extreme though), Loyal, compliant, calculated risk taker, careful (very), common sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of my challenging areas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resist change (not when it comes to my hair ;), too predictable (not when it comes to my hair), Hold a grudge (working on that...life's too short to be bitter), sensitive to criticism (more than I would like to be...but improving)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so cool to read about this. I understand myself and the way I react to things a lot more. At the same time, I accept myself, the good and the bad, a lot more. Before last night, I guess I just focused too much on my bad qualities and how much I hated them that I couldn't see and embrace the great qualities that I do possess. It's so great to discover that I'm actually, how can I put it...AWESOME! It's a pretty cool feeling to like me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5433742532788225873-5742312653828006479?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5742312653828006479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=5742312653828006479' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/5742312653828006479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/5742312653828006479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/05/meet-priscillathe-precisionist.html' title='Meet Priscilla...the Precisionist'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/ShzOW1CmqiI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/kECalK9EuEs/s72-c/I+like+me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-7407680492407800506</id><published>2009-05-21T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:15:08.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting the lies with the TRUTH...</title><content type='html'>Lie -I'm lonely&lt;br /&gt;TRUTH - "...And be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age." Matthew 8:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie - I can't&lt;br /&gt;TRUTH - "For I can do everything through Christ, who gives me strength." Philippians 4:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie - I'm hopeless&lt;br /&gt;TRUTH - "But I will keep on hoping for your help; I will praise you more and more" Psalm 71:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie - I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;TRUTH - "Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid, for you are close beside me..." Psalm 23:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie - I'm worthless&lt;br /&gt;TRUTH - "You have been set apart as holy to the lord your God, and he has chosen you from all the nations of the earth to be his own special treasure." Deuteronomy 14:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie - My life has no meaning&lt;br /&gt;TRUTH - "For we are God's masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago." Ephesians 2:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie - God has forgotten me&lt;br /&gt;TRUTH - "For I know the plans I have for you...they are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the battlefield of our minds, God's word is the only weapon that guarantees our victory...let's use it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-7407680492407800506?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7407680492407800506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=7407680492407800506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7407680492407800506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7407680492407800506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/05/fighting-lies-with-thruth.html' title='Fighting the lies with the TRUTH...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-1249667146179188593</id><published>2009-05-15T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:25:42.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/Sg5cOsjpLwI/AAAAAAAAAoI/DZVNQVRA8PM/s1600-h/Mami.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336304016029200130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/Sg5cOsjpLwI/AAAAAAAAAoI/DZVNQVRA8PM/s200/Mami.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/Sg5bLR-mBLI/AAAAAAAAAoA/NIBNeK5h7Eo/s1600-h/Mom+on+Valentine%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was my Mom's birthday. Today there was NOTHING I wanted more than to be with her, hug her, laugh with her, spend time with her, but things didn't work out that way. Instead, I wasn't able to speak with her until 8pm due to our different time zones and crazy schedule. Did this make me sad? Yes....all day. Thankfully my sadness turned into a smile as I sat and remembered my great times with her while living at their place this past year. From walks on the beach early morning, to spontaneous "lets jump in the water" moments, from sharing a meal together to doing each other's hair, from times of laughter to moments when we would just be quiet enjoying each other's company. All that, and more, made me smile and helped me be grateful for having her and loving on her...birthday or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life doesn't always bring us what we want, we don't always get our way. But what a difference it makes when, in spite of our circumstances, we choose to find the good stuff. The stuff that can take a whole day and turn it around. I'm glad I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mami, you know it, I LOVE YOU...can't wait to hug you.&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/5433742532788225873-1249667146179188593?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1249667146179188593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=1249667146179188593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1249667146179188593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1249667146179188593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/05/her-birthday.html' title='Her birthday...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/Sg5cOsjpLwI/AAAAAAAAAoI/DZVNQVRA8PM/s72-c/Mami.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-2923390349689147483</id><published>2009-05-14T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:52:35.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New favorite...</title><content type='html'>I can't help pumping up the volume and rolling down the windows when I hear this song. The singer is Francesca Battistelli, the song is "Blue Sky", the album is called "My Paper Heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue Sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francesca Battistelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re down and you’re out&lt;br /&gt;And you don’t think you have a friend&lt;br /&gt;When you’re lost in the doubt&lt;br /&gt;And you can’t see what’s around the bend&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on&lt;br /&gt;Don’t turn around&lt;br /&gt;Keep on walking&lt;br /&gt;Don’t lose heart&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I am here, I am here&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are, wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;When the rain is falling&lt;br /&gt;And there’s no silver lining&lt;br /&gt;And you just can’t seem to find the light&lt;br /&gt;When you need a reason&lt;br /&gt;To help you keep believing&lt;br /&gt;Let my love be your blue sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know that I know&lt;br /&gt;Life can be so hard it makes you wanna give up&lt;br /&gt;But don’t you know over the horizon&lt;br /&gt;The sunny day you’re looking for&lt;br /&gt;Is waiting right here in my love&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on&lt;br /&gt;Don’t turn around&lt;br /&gt;Keep on walking&lt;br /&gt;Don’t lose heart&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I am here, I am here&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are, wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on come on&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Whatever comes tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;My love is here to stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-2923390349689147483?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/2923390349689147483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=2923390349689147483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/2923390349689147483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/2923390349689147483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-favorite.html' title='New favorite...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-8880841292602907707</id><published>2009-05-12T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:21:32.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More pics...more will follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpKWcPDY7I/AAAAAAAAAn4/guG427T2ZfM/s1600-h/With+Denisse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335158457970680754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpKWcPDY7I/AAAAAAAAAn4/guG427T2ZfM/s200/With+Denisse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpKRVT4B7I/AAAAAAAAAnw/M_ZXNsNN5iA/s1600-h/With+Cynthia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335158370212513714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpKRVT4B7I/AAAAAAAAAnw/M_ZXNsNN5iA/s200/With+Cynthia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpKLQRtW7I/AAAAAAAAAno/yOG-CA6WjvQ/s1600-h/Time+square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335158265782033330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpKLQRtW7I/AAAAAAAAAno/yOG-CA6WjvQ/s200/Time+square.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpKAWlniCI/AAAAAAAAAng/pStZS7YnWEw/s1600-h/The+three+amigas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335158078497589282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpKAWlniCI/AAAAAAAAAng/pStZS7YnWEw/s200/The+three+amigas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpJ4-A695I/AAAAAAAAAnY/5LXg8XA_Szw/s1600-h/Denisse+and+Cynthia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335157951642138514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpJ4-A695I/AAAAAAAAAnY/5LXg8XA_Szw/s200/Denisse+and+Cynthia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpJyJPuxBI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/TzPAVpQkEOI/s1600-h/Giving+it+all+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335157834397959186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpJyJPuxBI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/TzPAVpQkEOI/s200/Giving+it+all+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/5433742532788225873-8880841292602907707?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8880841292602907707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=8880841292602907707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/8880841292602907707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/8880841292602907707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-picsmore-will-follow.html' title='More pics...more will follow'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpKWcPDY7I/AAAAAAAAAn4/guG427T2ZfM/s72-c/With+Denisse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-1906642342284395986</id><published>2009-05-12T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:08:50.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promissa in NY - Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpHKTtATjI/AAAAAAAAAnI/SQ4UW_E-CGU/s1600-h/Time+square+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335154950987075122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpHKTtATjI/AAAAAAAAAnI/SQ4UW_E-CGU/s200/Time+square+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpHC2usQqI/AAAAAAAAAnA/rCA9DdRkHjo/s1600-h/Giving+it+all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335154822950437538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpHC2usQqI/AAAAAAAAAnA/rCA9DdRkHjo/s200/Giving+it+all.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT WAS AWESOME! Guys, I can't put into words how evident God's grace was in our lives this past weekend. It just confirmed one more time that when you follow His will, He takes care of the rest. We were the only Latin act at this event, which had a somewhat diverse crowd, but mainly African American. People would come up to us to say "I don't know what you were singing, but I could feel it inside of me and it was good", "I don't understand Spanish, but my heart knew what you were singing and I loved it!"God opened a door, we walked through it trusting that He would back us up...and, again, He did. We also had an amazing time as sisters and friends, had good laughs, good pizza, great cheese cake and Dominican Chimis....Yum!Here are some pictures, but I'll post more as I get them ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpCjfT7RaI/AAAAAAAAAm4/MYigZMgecd8/s1600-h/Cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335149886041703842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpCjfT7RaI/AAAAAAAAAm4/MYigZMgecd8/s200/Cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpB-Q4VO-I/AAAAAAAAAmY/SW6h0sjEAYg/s1600-h/Singing+at+Apollo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335149246512708578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpB-Q4VO-I/AAAAAAAAAmY/SW6h0sjEAYg/s200/Singing+at+Apollo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;View from backstage (Apollo Theater)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpCLWqWeaI/AAAAAAAAAmg/A3-OMOloQhI/s1600-h/Sisters.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335149471402981794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpCLWqWeaI/AAAAAAAAAmg/A3-OMOloQhI/s200/Sisters.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335148932732947618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpBr_9aDKI/AAAAAAAAAmA/l6jDhYKnYEo/s200/At+the+Apollo+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpBnKPzDLI/AAAAAAAAAl4/PXzyxA0DdCI/s1600-h/At+the+Apollo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335148849595092146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpBnKPzDLI/AAAAAAAAAl4/PXzyxA0DdCI/s200/At+the+Apollo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've ever watched "Live at the Apollo" you know what this is... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More pics coming soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5433742532788225873-1906642342284395986?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1906642342284395986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=1906642342284395986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1906642342284395986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1906642342284395986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/05/promissa-in-ny-report.html' title='Promissa in NY - Report'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SgpHKTtATjI/AAAAAAAAAnI/SQ4UW_E-CGU/s72-c/Time+square+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-3486323446391331475</id><published>2009-05-02T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:12:53.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promissa in NY</title><content type='html'>Next Thursday night, I will get on a plane with Cynthia heading to the big apple.  Milca will meet us there when we land on Friday morning.  It will be our first gig trip to this awesome city and we're pumped!  The American Heart Association has organized a concert at the Apollo Theatre and we are invited to perform a couple of our Spanish songs, one of them being "Quedate con mi Corazon" "Keep my Heart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep us in your prayers.  We know that it's not what we do that changes lives, but His Spirit flowing through us.  He's chosen 3 imperfect, screwed up, complicated sisters to show that His power is made perfect in our weaknesses.  Please pray that we can put our struggles, brokenness, insecurities, self, all aside and that His name may be lifted high....because He's bigger than ALL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the agenda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=music.showDetails&amp;amp;friendid=154212493&amp;amp;Band_Show_ID=38542595"&gt;Promissa @ Apollo Theater with American Heart Association&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harlem, New York&lt;br /&gt;May 9 2009&lt;br /&gt;11:00A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=music.showDetails&amp;amp;friendid=154212493&amp;amp;Band_Show_ID=38545789"&gt;Promissa @ Gothem Hall - Fashion Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harlem, New York&lt;br /&gt;May 10 2009&lt;br /&gt;12:00P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=music.showDetails&amp;amp;friendid=154212493&amp;amp;Band_Show_ID=38545790"&gt;Promissa @ Iglesia Rios de Liberacion in Queens, NY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queens, New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting on your prayers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-3486323446391331475?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3486323446391331475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=3486323446391331475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/3486323446391331475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/3486323446391331475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/05/promissa-in-ny.html' title='Promissa in NY'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-8574387226136881331</id><published>2009-04-27T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:29:28.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forward...</title><content type='html'>Time does not stop...no matter how much we wish it did at times. Reality is that we're walking towards our future. The question is, are we walking forward or backwards? Forward with expectancy for what's to come and what God has promised us, or backwards, looking at our past and thinking that our best days are behind us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"...but I focus on this one thing: Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead, I press on to reach the end of the race and receive the heavenly prize for which God, through Christ Jesus, is calling us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philippians 3: 13-14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel Houghton would put in these words in one of his songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make all things new&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you make all things new&lt;br /&gt;And I will follow you FORWARD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-8574387226136881331?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8574387226136881331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=8574387226136881331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/8574387226136881331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/8574387226136881331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-are-we-walking.html' title='Forward...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-8353327495261122303</id><published>2009-04-23T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:45:37.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you being pruned?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SfFDt85qEnI/AAAAAAAAAlw/fYku75He77c/s1600-h/New+branches.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328114290877141618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SfFDt85qEnI/AAAAAAAAAlw/fYku75He77c/s200/New+branches.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRUNING &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The removal or reduction of parts of a plant, tree, or vine that are not requisite to growth or production, are no longer visually pleasing, or are injurious to the health or development of the plant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pruning enhances plant shape and flowering potential; &lt;strong&gt;new growth emerges from the bud or buds immediately below the pruning cut.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our journey, one of the many ways God shows His great love for us is by pruning us. He wants us to grow. He wants us to be healthy and give more fruit to bless others and ultimately bring honor to His name. It takes pain, it takes brokenness, it takes even dying, but it brings strength to our lives, increases our potential and, suddenly, we find ourselves being surprised by our growth...a growth that we experience and others can't help seeing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you being pruned? I know I am. So, I encourage you to endure in His strength. Soon enough those around us will have no other choice but to get closer and smell the aroma of Jesus in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SfEhXUH7LcI/AAAAAAAAAlo/FE1Maa50kEA/s1600-h/New+branches+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328076518578662850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SfEhXUH7LcI/AAAAAAAAAlo/FE1Maa50kEA/s200/New+branches+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5433742532788225873-8353327495261122303?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8353327495261122303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=8353327495261122303' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/8353327495261122303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/8353327495261122303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-you-being-pruned.html' title='Are you being pruned?'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SfFDt85qEnI/AAAAAAAAAlw/fYku75He77c/s72-c/New+branches.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-2468924166995029622</id><published>2009-04-16T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:40:51.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I couln't have said it better...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Real Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Foolish heart looks like we're here again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Same old game of plastic smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Don't let anybody in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hiding my heartache, will this glass house break &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;How much will they take before I'm empty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Do I let it show, does anybody know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But you see the real me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hiding in my skin, broken from within &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Unveil me completely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm loosening my grasp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;There's no need to mask my frailty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cause you see the real me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Painted on, life is behind a mask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Self-inflicted circus clown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm tired of the song and dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Living a charade, always on parade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;What a mess I've made of my existence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But you love me even now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And still I see somehow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Wonderful, beautiful is what you see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When you look at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You're turning the tattered fabric of my life into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A perfect tapestry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I just wanna be me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But you see the real me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hiding in my skin, broken from within &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Unveil me completely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm loosening my grasp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;There's no need to mask my frailty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cause you see the real me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And you love me just as I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Wonderful, beautiful is what you see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-Natalie Grant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-2468924166995029622?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/2468924166995029622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=2468924166995029622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/2468924166995029622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/2468924166995029622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-coulnt-have-said-it-better.html' title='I couln&apos;t have said it better...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-2055284864741848424</id><published>2009-04-16T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:12:45.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep trying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/See4saKKhUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Fgmxr6usTvo/s1600-h/Iceage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325428157464610114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/See4saKKhUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Fgmxr6usTvo/s200/Iceage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But I don't like to loose!"these were the words that my Nephew yelled between tears today after a handball game where he was eliminated. I couldn't help feeling His pain. Truth is, nobody likes to loose, we just learn to handle it better as we grow...or so we should. Winning some and loosing some, that's part of life. And at age 7, like Gabriel, or at age 34, like me, the same advice applies: If you loose, feeling sorry for yourself wont make things better, but trying again will.&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/5433742532788225873-2055284864741848424?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/2055284864741848424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=2055284864741848424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/2055284864741848424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/2055284864741848424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/04/keep-trying.html' title='Keep trying...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/See4saKKhUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Fgmxr6usTvo/s72-c/Iceage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-3840187895619552175</id><published>2009-04-13T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:11:58.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's working...He never stops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SeP9xJaC6II/AAAAAAAAAlY/wz5L4N28uv8/s1600-h/Excited%2520Girl.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324378205262637186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SeP9xJaC6II/AAAAAAAAAlY/wz5L4N28uv8/s200/Excited%2520Girl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's working! The truth is that He never stops, but He's been working in me more evidently since I moved here...or is it that this time I'm actually letting Him? Hmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, the deal is that He's working. He's working in areas of my life which I wasn't even that aware of. He's showing me things about myself that I never saw before and, in the process, He's loving me and loving me and loving me some more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited! I have this sense of expectancy, because I know that He's doing something amazing in my life. Something that might not be obvious to the naked eye, but that is very real, powerful and life changing...I can feel inside of me and I can't wait until it starts to show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, I'll just keep letting Him work, He'll keep on loving me and, with all that I am, I'll keep on loving Him and loving Him and loving Him some more. NOTHING is more fulfilling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I encourage you to let Him work in every area of your life.  His hands of love transform everything they touch.  The result will ALWAYS be a better you....guaranteed!&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/5433742532788225873-3840187895619552175?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3840187895619552175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=3840187895619552175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/3840187895619552175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/3840187895619552175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/04/gods-workinghe-never-stops.html' title='God&apos;s working...He never stops'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SeP9xJaC6II/AAAAAAAAAlY/wz5L4N28uv8/s72-c/Excited%2520Girl.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-3381178567997342206</id><published>2009-04-08T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:15:59.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amen to that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/Sd09qbY6P0I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/oaqiBD46VNk/s1600-h/Learning+to+enjoy+the+journey.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;14 When I think of all this, I fall to my knees and pray to the Father, 15 the Creator of everything in heaven and on earth. 16 I pray that from his glorious, unlimited resources he will empower you with inner strength through his Spirit. 17 &lt;strong&gt;Then Christ will make his home in your hearts as you trust in him. Your roots will grow down into God’s love and keep you strong&lt;/strong&gt;. 18 &lt;strong&gt;And may you have the power to understand, as all God’s people should, how wide, how long, how high, and how deep his love is&lt;/strong&gt;. 19 May you experience the love of Christ, though it is too great to understand fully. &lt;strong&gt;Then you will be made complete with all the fullness of life and power that comes from God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ephesians 3:14-19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After reading these verses, I have nothing else to add but a big AMEN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-3381178567997342206?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3381178567997342206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=3381178567997342206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/3381178567997342206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/3381178567997342206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/04/amen-to-that.html' title='Amen to that!'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-1001744589301953646</id><published>2009-04-01T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:47:36.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One blessing in common...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SdRe3YbQNTI/AAAAAAAAAlI/n4zDrtPvzfI/s1600-h/Internet+Campus.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319981365373973810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 52px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SdRe3YbQNTI/AAAAAAAAAlI/n4zDrtPvzfI/s200/Internet+Campus.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those of us that for one reason or the other no longer call Florida our home have one blessing in common: the FRC Internet Campus. It's not the same when it's just an alternative to driving to Church and getting to seat in the front row. Now, when it's your only option, that's when you really appreciate having the opportunity to be there while not there. The opportunity to worship with familiar faces to familiar songs for our one true God. That was for me today at 4pm Cali time. Thanks to the vision, passion, dedication, willingness and devotion of some, many of us were able to witness the ultimate worship experience at the FRC Easter Rally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you and your team, P. Brian. Although I live 2000 miles away....I was there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-1001744589301953646?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1001744589301953646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=1001744589301953646' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1001744589301953646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1001744589301953646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-blessing-in-common.html' title='One blessing in common...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SdRe3YbQNTI/AAAAAAAAAlI/n4zDrtPvzfI/s72-c/Internet+Campus.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-7658294927778954356</id><published>2009-03-31T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:26:33.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace</title><content type='html'>EMBRACE - to take or receive gladly or eagerly; accept willingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace today.  No matter where you are or what circumstances you find yourself in, take today and do EVERYTHING possible to make it count.  I'll do the same...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-7658294927778954356?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7658294927778954356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=7658294927778954356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7658294927778954356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7658294927778954356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/03/embrace.html' title='Embrace'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-6444163210150983824</id><published>2009-03-26T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:53:49.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart speaks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/ScuzA3xZBeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/yUFxgmoL6bk/s1600-h/looking%2Bup%2Beye.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317540612593485282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/ScuzA3xZBeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/yUFxgmoL6bk/s200/looking%2Bup%2Beye.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I look away I start to drawn. Doubt, fear and confusion take over and I get overwhelmed. When I look away I become unstable second guessing my every move, every decision...the ones made and the ones to come. When I look away my life gets chaotic, because I loose that sense of peace that only comes from you. When I look away my emotions torment me, my heart deceives me and my soul is uneasy. When I look away from you I forget who I am in you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, let my eyes only see you. Let my ears only hear you. Let my heart only love you. I can only walk on water when I'm focused on you.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-6444163210150983824?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6444163210150983824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=6444163210150983824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6444163210150983824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6444163210150983824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-heart-speaks.html' title='My heart speaks...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/ScuzA3xZBeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/yUFxgmoL6bk/s72-c/looking%2Bup%2Beye.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-7266338462104971942</id><published>2009-03-25T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:43:52.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Will....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/ScpfBxZHcbI/AAAAAAAAAko/uyEiL0Rakhs/s1600-h/father_holding_newborn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317166794107482546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/ScpfBxZHcbI/AAAAAAAAAko/uyEiL0Rakhs/s200/father_holding_newborn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Seek His will in ALL you do, and He WILL show you which path to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why should we trust Him? Because He loves us that much. He wants nothing but the best for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-7266338462104971942?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7266338462104971942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=7266338462104971942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7266338462104971942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7266338462104971942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-will.html' title='He Will....'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/ScpfBxZHcbI/AAAAAAAAAko/uyEiL0Rakhs/s72-c/father_holding_newborn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-3950327372574617914</id><published>2009-03-19T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:58:54.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check in...</title><content type='html'>Hi Familia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You havent heard much from me the last few days. I've been thinking, examining my heart, my life, surrendering, facing my giants, fighting my battles. God is working, He's molding the clay...making something beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;He's so loving, so patient and He's determined to help us reach our potential.  I'm determined to let Him...are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-3950327372574617914?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3950327372574617914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=3950327372574617914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/3950327372574617914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/3950327372574617914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/03/check-in.html' title='Check in...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-5001558380460174456</id><published>2009-03-11T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:36:12.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What song is speaking to you these days?</title><content type='html'>Mine would be Hillsong's "You'll come"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided,  I have resolved&lt;br /&gt;To wait upon you, Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rock and redeemer&lt;br /&gt;Shield and reward&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait upon you, Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As surely as the sun will rise&lt;br /&gt;You'll come to us&lt;br /&gt;Certain as the dawn appears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll come&lt;br /&gt;Let your glory fall as you respond to us&lt;br /&gt;Spirit rain&lt;br /&gt;Fall into our thirsty hearts again&lt;br /&gt;You'll come, you'll come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you mine...want to tell me yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-5001558380460174456?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5001558380460174456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=5001558380460174456' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/5001558380460174456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/5001558380460174456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-song-is-speaking-to-you-these-days.html' title='What song is speaking to you these days?'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-7474720379987928623</id><published>2009-03-09T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:14:20.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did you see Him last?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SbYE_-21FEI/AAAAAAAAAkY/TjsSivbyIYo/s1600-h/Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311438307781317698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SbYE_-21FEI/AAAAAAAAAkY/TjsSivbyIYo/s200/Smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Truth be told...we have an awesome God. A God who loves us without conditions, accepts us without expectations and forgives us without exceptions. I can only imagine that one of the things that make Him smile is when we, His children, are able to see Him. Someone might say "but we can't see God, Pris! Our eyes are not able to!" And I would respond Oh yes, we can....He's everywhere...all the time. We can see Him in the sunrise (creator), we can see Him in a smile (loving), we can see Him as we have a meal (provider), we can see Him on the road (protector), we can see Him when we laugh (our joy), when we cry (our comfort), when rest (our peace), at the beginning of a new day (faithful), when He answers a prayer (powerful), when we fail Him (merciful), we can see Him in a nice gesture from a stranger (kind), we can see Him EVERYWHERE. His signature is imprinted in every detail of our day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having said that...where did you see Him last? Care to share?&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/5433742532788225873-7474720379987928623?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7474720379987928623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=7474720379987928623' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7474720379987928623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7474720379987928623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-did-you-see-him-last.html' title='Where did you see Him last?'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SbYE_-21FEI/AAAAAAAAAkY/TjsSivbyIYo/s72-c/Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-1751525200757433255</id><published>2009-03-03T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:20:57.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is...</title><content type='html'>FAITHFUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- True to one's word, promises, vows, etc.&lt;br /&gt;- Steady in allegiance or affection; loyal; constant&lt;br /&gt;- Reliable, trusted, or believed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Real; genuine; authentic.&lt;br /&gt;- Sincere; not deceitful.&lt;br /&gt;- Exact; precise; accurate; correct.&lt;br /&gt;- Legitimate or rightful.&lt;br /&gt;- Reliable, unfailing, or sure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-1751525200757433255?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1751525200757433255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=1751525200757433255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1751525200757433255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1751525200757433255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-is.html' title='God is...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-3914989345137646182</id><published>2009-03-01T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:58:48.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Determined to love like Him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/Saufi1q3n-I/AAAAAAAAAkA/UKfbAV_ldlY/s1600-h/Thinking.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308512006657515490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/Saufi1q3n-I/AAAAAAAAAkA/UKfbAV_ldlY/s200/Thinking.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Galatians 5:14&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;For the whole law can be summed up in this one command: “Love your neighbor as yourself.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could it be that there's a typo on this verse? Was it meant to say "Love your GOOD neighbor as yourself" instead? Don't we wish? Well, at times I do. At times I wonder if there any exceptions to this commandment. But the truth is...there aren't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not a surprise to any of us that some people make it extremely difficult to be loved by others. However, when Jesus died on the cross, He did it for all man kind. Thank God He didn't have a list of names of "deserving" people, because my name would not have been in it. Instead, we were ALL lovable in His eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allow me to introduce you to another area of growth in my life: Loving that hard to love neighbor (friend, boss, family member, stranger). It's obvious that God is teaching me to love, not based on my standards or requirements (as if I was anywhere close to perfect), but based on grace...the same grace He chooses to love me with the times when I'm hard to love...and believe me, there are many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what am I doing about this? I'm determined to learn to love like Him. To show mercy and grace to those who need it the most and deserve it the least. This is not something I will be able to accomplish on my own. I can actually think of a couple of people who might make this VERY challenging, but God's word tells me that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"I can do all things through Christ Jesus who strengthens me" (&lt;strong&gt;Philippians 4:13&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He can &lt;em&gt;make my love deeper&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;my heart stronger&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&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/5433742532788225873-3914989345137646182?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3914989345137646182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=3914989345137646182' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/3914989345137646182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/3914989345137646182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/03/determined-to-love-like-him.html' title='Determined to love like Him...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/Saufi1q3n-I/AAAAAAAAAkA/UKfbAV_ldlY/s72-c/Thinking.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-7198413064576202036</id><published>2009-02-28T01:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T01:12:37.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The learning continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/Saj_3q3MpoI/AAAAAAAAAj4/vS_I0FLmv_Y/s1600-h/Carro2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307773492719822466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/Saj_3q3MpoI/AAAAAAAAAj4/vS_I0FLmv_Y/s200/Carro2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/Saj_sYVGSnI/AAAAAAAAAjw/-Cv7cgDy11M/s1600-h/Carro.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307773298766400114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/Saj_sYVGSnI/AAAAAAAAAjw/-Cv7cgDy11M/s200/Carro.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've woken up to the sound of birds having a concert by my window. I've woken up to the sound of a rooster announcing that the morning has arrived. I've woken up to the annoying sound of leaf blowers on a Saturday. I've even woken to the sound of a truck picking up the trash in the neighborhood. But today? Today was a whole different deal...today I woke up to bad news.&lt;br /&gt;Both my Sister and her husband came into my room at around 5:30 am with a very concern look on their faces. They proceeded to tell me that my car, yes, the one I was so excited to have finally been able to bring to LA...it had been hit by a drunk driver (messing up the back) and pushed right into my brother in law's truck (messing up the front). This was the first time something like this happened to me, so, after the initial shock and the one eye inspection outside (since half of my brain was still asleep), I went back to bed with question after question: Why did this happen? Why did God allow me to spend $750 dollars to bring my car not even 3 weeks ago, if this was going to happen? Why, if I was so happy to finally have my own transportation here in LA?&lt;br /&gt;The questions went on for a while, bringing with them anxiety, sadness and even anger toward the horrible person that did this...I was mad! Then I started thinking (I guess the other half of the brain had woken up) that God is too good to have me go through this just for His amusement, too loving to want to see me worried, to smart to not have a plan in this situation and too faithful to not come through for me. It hit me, "God, what do you want to teach me?...help me see it."&lt;br /&gt;So, what have I learned about on the first day of this adventure? 1-Mercy. I went from being mad and calling this guy every single name on the book (in my head) to asking myself "is this the neighbor the Bible tells me to love?" Oh man!...I guess so. It took me most of the day, but I finally gave in to the nudge and prayed for him. For God to set him free before something even worse happens to him or to somebody else because of him. 2-Gratitude. I could have been in my car when this happened and I could have gotten hurt. But that didn't happen. God kept me safe and I'm grateful.&lt;br /&gt;God will indeed come through. Nothing happens to His little ones without a purpose and an opportunity for us to become more like Him. &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/5433742532788225873-7198413064576202036?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7198413064576202036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=7198413064576202036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7198413064576202036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7198413064576202036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/02/learning-continues.html' title='The learning continues...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/Saj_3q3MpoI/AAAAAAAAAj4/vS_I0FLmv_Y/s72-c/Carro2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-4292937553587169391</id><published>2009-02-25T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:19:09.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good stuff from quiet time...</title><content type='html'>I had never read this verse found in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Zechariah 4:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Meyer comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We need to remember that God anointed David to be king long before he actually became king, and David was tested in many ways while he waited. Patience must be tested, humility must be manifested, and faith must grow. Only after we pass our tests do we get promoted into the next level of what God has in mind for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're faithful now (with the small things), God will promote us. There's no limit to where He can take a humble and willing heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sharing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pris(cilla)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-4292937553587169391?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/4292937553587169391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=4292937553587169391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/4292937553587169391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/4292937553587169391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-stuff-from-quiet-time.html' title='Good stuff from quiet time...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-5266031650318874168</id><published>2009-02-25T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:53:29.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise of a lifetime - Kutless</title><content type='html'>I have fallen to my knees&lt;br /&gt;As I sing a lullaby of pain&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling broken in my melody&lt;br /&gt;As I sing to help the tears go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember the pledge you made to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;I know you're always there&lt;br /&gt;To hear my every prayer inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm clinging to the promise of a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;I hear the words you say&lt;br /&gt; To never walk away from me and leave behind&lt;br /&gt;The promise of a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you help me fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Pick me up, take me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Find my way back from the storm&lt;br /&gt;And you show me how to grow&lt;br /&gt;Through the change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the pledge you made to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BRIDGE:]&lt;br /&gt;I am holding on to the hope I have inside&lt;br /&gt;With you I will stay through every day&lt;br /&gt;Putting my understanding aside&lt;br /&gt;And I am comforted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-5266031650318874168?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5266031650318874168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=5266031650318874168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/5266031650318874168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/5266031650318874168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/02/promise-of-lifetime-kutless.html' title='Promise of a lifetime - Kutless'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-6584374451447452206</id><published>2009-02-23T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:54:56.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnify Him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SaOnsXf6UOI/AAAAAAAAAjg/IS1mWIW1wGs/s1600-h/Magnify.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306269166636519650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SaOnsXf6UOI/AAAAAAAAAjg/IS1mWIW1wGs/s200/Magnify.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAGNIFY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To increase the apparent size of, as a lens does.&lt;br /&gt;2. To make greater in actual size.&lt;br /&gt;3. To cause to seem greater or more important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This word blew me away at Oasis yesterday. Right before the third service, we were asked "Is there anything in your life today that seems too big? Is God bigger than that? With these questions we (the choir) were urged to magnify God, to make Him bigger than our circumstances, bigger than our mountain and to worship Him with everything that was inside of us, making that mountain seem totally insignificant compared to our greater than all God. Man, that made all the difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there something in your life that seems too great, something that's bigger than you? Magnify God and His presence will make all the difference...I dare you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-6584374451447452206?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6584374451447452206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=6584374451447452206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6584374451447452206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6584374451447452206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/02/magnify-him.html' title='Magnify Him...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SaOnsXf6UOI/AAAAAAAAAjg/IS1mWIW1wGs/s72-c/Magnify.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-7070988326530281665</id><published>2009-02-20T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:10:45.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're His beloved...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Let the beloved of the Lord (you and me) rest secure in Him, for He shields him all day long, and the one the Lord loves (you and me) rests between His shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deuteronomy 33:12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-7070988326530281665?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7070988326530281665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=7070988326530281665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7070988326530281665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7070988326530281665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/02/were-his-beloved.html' title='We&apos;re His beloved...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-4921375584049281661</id><published>2009-02-19T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:55:21.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk on....</title><content type='html'>And love is not the easy thing&lt;br /&gt;The only baggage you can bring...&lt;br /&gt;And love is not the easy thing...&lt;br /&gt;The only baggage you can bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is all that you can't leave behind&lt;br /&gt;And if the darkness is to keep us apart&lt;br /&gt;And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off&lt;br /&gt;And if your glass heart should crack&lt;br /&gt;And for a second you turn back&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk on, walk on&lt;br /&gt;What you got, they can't steal it&lt;br /&gt;No they can't even feel it&lt;br /&gt;Walk on, walk on&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been&lt;br /&gt;A place that has to be believed to be seen&lt;br /&gt;You could have flown away&lt;br /&gt;A singing bird in an open cage&lt;br /&gt;Who will only fly, only fly for freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk on, walk on&lt;br /&gt;What you got they can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;Can't sell it or buy it&lt;br /&gt;Walk on, walk on&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it aches&lt;br /&gt;And your heart it breaks&lt;br /&gt;And you can only take so much&lt;br /&gt;Walk on, walk on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home...hard to know what it is if you never had one&lt;br /&gt;Home...I can't say where it is but I know I'm going home&lt;br /&gt;That's where the heart is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it aches&lt;br /&gt;How your heart it breaks&lt;br /&gt;And you can only take so much&lt;br /&gt;Walk on, walk on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;U2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-4921375584049281661?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/4921375584049281661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=4921375584049281661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/4921375584049281661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/4921375584049281661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/02/walk-on.html' title='Walk on....'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-7740072777211080298</id><published>2009-02-19T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:42:15.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To think about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;"To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover the prisoner was you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;- Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-7740072777211080298?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7740072777211080298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=7740072777211080298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7740072777211080298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7740072777211080298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-think-about.html' title='To think about...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-6150267878145856005</id><published>2009-02-16T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:10:00.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My wings have arrived...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SZpUqXXDrmI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/CEQr6VQePGE/s1600-h/Corolla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303644597984144994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SZpUqXXDrmI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/CEQr6VQePGE/s200/Corolla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After almost 2 1/2 months, my wings have finally arrived. My 1999 Corolla has never been more loved and appreciated. I even walk by it and look at it with sincere affection now. These past two months without my car were extremely challenging, to say the least. So true that you never know what you've got until it's gone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, thank you for your provision and faithfulness. You take your time in order to teach and mold us as we wait...but you ALWAYS come through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-6150267878145856005?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6150267878145856005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=6150267878145856005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6150267878145856005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6150267878145856005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-wings-have-arrived.html' title='My wings have arrived...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SZpUqXXDrmI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/CEQr6VQePGE/s72-c/Corolla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-7286036683513247262</id><published>2009-02-15T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:01:46.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the storm, but not alone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At Oasis, P. Phillip Wagner has been teaching about prayer for the past copuple of weeks.  This weekend's topic was "prayer in the middle of the storm." And, since storms are pretty much guaranteed for all of us, I thought it would be good for me to share some of my notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;24 Suddenly, a fierce storm struck the lake, with waves breaking into the boat. But Jesus was sleeping. 25 The disciples went and woke him up, shouting, “Lord, save us! We’re going to drown!”&lt;br /&gt; 26 Jesus responded, “Why are you afraid? You have so little faith!” Then he got up and rebuked the wind and waves, and suddenly there was a great calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Matthew 8:24-26 (New Living Translation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the storm happening because Jesus had gotten off the boat?  No.  Did Jesus disappear when the storm started?  No.  He was there, still present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The presence of a storm in our lives does not mean the absence of a saviour.&lt;/strong&gt;  When tough times come, Jesus is still present.  He does not panic when we do.  Instead, He's in complete control...able to rescue us when we cry out to Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-7286036683513247262?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7286036683513247262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=7286036683513247262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7286036683513247262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7286036683513247262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-storm-but-not-alone.html' title='In the storm, but not alone...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-7374645945005290392</id><published>2009-02-14T00:53:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:16:35.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Hug...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SZaLx6NaFuI/AAAAAAAAAjI/9xuKkG2TkXA/s1600-h/Valentine+Hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302579300830680802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SZaLx6NaFuI/AAAAAAAAAjI/9xuKkG2TkXA/s200/Valentine+Hug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I want to celebrate you, my friends. I'm blessed to have you and determined to keep you. I hope and pray that I may be a blessing in your lives as you have been in mine and that I never, EVER, take you for granted. I love you all...seriously...I do ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Proverbs 18:24 (New Living Translation)&lt;br /&gt;24 There are “friends” who destroy each other, but a real friend sticks closer than a brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big hug...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-7374645945005290392?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7374645945005290392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=7374645945005290392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7374645945005290392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7374645945005290392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-hug.html' title='Valentine Hug...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SZaLx6NaFuI/AAAAAAAAAjI/9xuKkG2TkXA/s72-c/Valentine+Hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-1964178975060275988</id><published>2009-02-11T23:26:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:53:56.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight at Oasis...</title><content type='html'>As I walked into the Creative Arts Meeting tonight, I saw everyone standing.  There were way over a hundred volunteers, some with their hands up, some on their knees, some at the front of the stage...all worshiping together.  It was impossible not to be captured in the moment, it was impossible not to surrender in worship.  What an amazing experience when passionate, creative, crazy about God people get together and worship.  It doesn't have to be hours, it doesn't have to be a bunch of songs or an hour and a half message.  One tag, not even a full song, was enough to take me to the throne: "You never fail me Lord, you never fail me Lord, you never fail me Lord.  You are good, always."  Wow....I sang, cried and was renewed.&lt;br /&gt;We can't deny that where two or more gather in His name He shows up...and after He shows up our lives are never the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-1964178975060275988?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1964178975060275988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=1964178975060275988' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1964178975060275988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1964178975060275988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/02/tonight-at-oasis.html' title='Tonight at Oasis...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-118957930247932820</id><published>2009-02-08T19:06:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:17:52.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's something about proclamation....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SY-8btW09hI/AAAAAAAAAjA/NSw0_uAttY4/s1600-h/Savethedateweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300662470656194066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SY-8btW09hI/AAAAAAAAAjA/NSw0_uAttY4/s200/Savethedateweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, we had God Chicks Unplugged at Oasis. A night for women to worship together and hear a great teaching by Pastor wife Holly Wagner. The night ended with an unexpected proclamation of love, as one of the ladies received an amazing surprise. Diona, one of the dancers, was called to the stage to be honored as volunteer of the month. Holly spoke highly of her, shared her story and how much of a blessing she's been to Oasis. Out of nowhere, Diona's boyfriend showed up nicely dressed and the microphone was handed to him. After a few words, he proceeded to get down on one knee and propose. An auditorium packed with women, an amazing testimony and a sudden marriage proposal...If you guessed that I was crying you're totally right...we all were. There's just something that gets me about love proclamation. I don't think I'm the only one though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God proclaimed His love for you, me and the world by sending His only son to die in order for us to be able to live. He told the world "I love you this much" the day Jesus died on the cross. Now, that's love proclamation right there. That's the most beautiful love story I've ever been part of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope my life proclaims my love for Him always. I hope my every move yells to the world "I love Him this much!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-118957930247932820?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/118957930247932820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=118957930247932820' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/118957930247932820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/118957930247932820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/02/theres-something-about-proclamation.html' title='There&apos;s something about proclamation....'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SY-8btW09hI/AAAAAAAAAjA/NSw0_uAttY4/s72-c/Savethedateweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-9023012055766786097</id><published>2009-02-06T19:38:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:58:16.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thanked Him...then He gave me a job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SY0GaTZPOQI/AAAAAAAAAi4/_u5fgulEffA/s1600-h/Zara.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299899385437436162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SY0GaTZPOQI/AAAAAAAAAi4/_u5fgulEffA/s200/Zara.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this morning, as I looked for work and applied for different positions, I decided to thank God for the job I knew and trusted He would provide. This time I wasn't praying "God, give me a job!", instead, I was saying to Him "God, thank you for the job you will provide." I think that made all the difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight at around 6:30pm, I got a phone call. It was from Zara, the clothing store...I've got a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the ladies understand when I say "Yeah baby!...looking forward to that discount!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-9023012055766786097?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/9023012055766786097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=9023012055766786097' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/9023012055766786097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/9023012055766786097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-thanked-himthen-he-gave-me-job.html' title='I thanked Him...then He gave me a job'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SY0GaTZPOQI/AAAAAAAAAi4/_u5fgulEffA/s72-c/Zara.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-2575757042481246081</id><published>2009-02-05T09:35:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:27:33.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Not in my list"...what is that!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SYsvLg70U1I/AAAAAAAAAio/K3VjJf6qur8/s1600-h/Sun+rise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299381261397414738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SYsvLg70U1I/AAAAAAAAAio/K3VjJf6qur8/s200/Sun+rise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Peter replied, "I see clearly that God shows no favoritism. In every nation He accepts those who fear Him and do what is right." Acts 10:34-35&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I read this verse this morning, I couldn't help thinking of times when I have shown favoritism or have thought of some people as "not in my list." Shame on me. Who am I to minimize someone's value? Who am I to pick and chose who deserves my attention? Who am I to be so "selective"? Imagine if God did the same. If He was to pick who to love or whose prayer to listen to or who to use in His kingdom based on our level of performance or based on how clean our hearts are, I know I would not be on "His list." What a blessing is to know that his love is the same for all, that He He doesn't have a "click", a preferred list, but that instead we're all royalty to Him. All children of the same father...the King of kings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, thank you for loving everyone the same. Thank you for giving us all priority. Help me look at others the same way as you do. Close friends, not so close friends and those I don't even know...that I may think of them and treat them with the same respect and love as you would. You've chosen to see the best in me...PLEASE, allow me to see the best in those around me.  Help me remember that when it rains, it rains for everyone and when the sun rises, it rises for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5433742532788225873-2575757042481246081?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/2575757042481246081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=2575757042481246081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/2575757042481246081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/2575757042481246081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-in-my-listwhat-is-that.html' title='&quot;Not in my list&quot;...what is that!??'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SYsvLg70U1I/AAAAAAAAAio/K3VjJf6qur8/s72-c/Sun+rise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-2511310523294212092</id><published>2009-02-04T23:59:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:07:25.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the earth falls asleep in your hands tonight, help me rest knowing who I am in you.  Help me remember that in your presence, everything else becomes small.  The mountains, the worries, the challenges, my limitations and fears...they all turn to nothing when I stand before you.  So as I sleep, can you whisper in my ear one more time how much you love me?  Call me needy, but I'm proud to proclaim how much I need you...your love is what keeps me breathing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-2511310523294212092?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/2511310523294212092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=2511310523294212092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/2511310523294212092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/2511310523294212092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-as-earth-falls-asleep-in-your-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-4397646649568705435</id><published>2009-02-04T10:12:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:23:40.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Held...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SYnc9ju_s1I/AAAAAAAAAig/GM-Z-UMW-us/s1600-h/father_holding_newborn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299009386700583762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SYnc9ju_s1I/AAAAAAAAAig/GM-Z-UMW-us/s200/father_holding_newborn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what it means to be held:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the sacred is torn from your hands and you survive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what it is to be loved and to know that the promise was: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everything fell, we'd be HELD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Natalie Grant&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/5433742532788225873-4397646649568705435?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/4397646649568705435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=4397646649568705435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/4397646649568705435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/4397646649568705435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/02/held.html' title='Held...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SYnc9ju_s1I/AAAAAAAAAig/GM-Z-UMW-us/s72-c/father_holding_newborn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-533172898722803769</id><published>2009-02-03T15:51:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:04:51.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self worth...</title><content type='html'>We all know where we should find it or, better yet, in whom we should find it.  But do we really? &lt;br /&gt;Many times I don't.  I need to keep reminding myself that my worth comes from being His child, His creation, His loved one.  No matter what the world says, no matter what my own standards say, knowing that He calls me His own gives me value...we're talking about the Creator of heaven and earth here.  Think about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-533172898722803769?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/533172898722803769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=533172898722803769' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/533172898722803769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/533172898722803769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/02/self-worth.html' title='Self worth...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-3440502718105734341</id><published>2009-02-02T15:57:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:03:01.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promissa's first video...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-60804c0e0046d074" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3440502718105734341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=3440502718105734341' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/3440502718105734341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/3440502718105734341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/02/promissas-first-video.html' title='Promissa&apos;s first video...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-7156511089045888934</id><published>2009-02-02T15:30:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:52:18.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promissa report</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SYeHCJPTNmI/AAAAAAAAAiU/A3b2vflLxK0/s1600-h/Promissa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298351957534258786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SYeHCJPTNmI/AAAAAAAAAiU/A3b2vflLxK0/s200/Promissa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SYeDizJkQ3I/AAAAAAAAAiM/QnIPXk05DPk/s1600-h/Promissa.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a busy weekend for Promissa. We had a concert on Saturday night and sang at 4 services on Sunday. Each time we sing together, we learn new things about ourselves, the audience and our role as women in ministry. This time we also got more creative by splitting songs and switching leading parts with each other. One thing that never fails is how God always brings a message to us. A message of encouragement that always tells us that we must keep going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a lot more to see, a lot more to hear from Promissa...God's not even close to being done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SYeCUD-aWiI/AAAAAAAAAiE/fnmgYTsNE6A/s1600-h/Pris6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298346767800752674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SYeCUD-aWiI/AAAAAAAAAiE/fnmgYTsNE6A/s200/Pris6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5433742532788225873-7156511089045888934?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7156511089045888934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=7156511089045888934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7156511089045888934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7156511089045888934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/02/promissa-report.html' title='Promissa report'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SYeHCJPTNmI/AAAAAAAAAiU/A3b2vflLxK0/s72-c/Promissa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-1037989025176483513</id><published>2009-01-30T18:39:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:01:31.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promissa update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SYO-v1sDIxI/AAAAAAAAAh8/prjvaploqqk/s1600-h/It%27s+a+wrap!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297287315792798482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SYO-v1sDIxI/AAAAAAAAAh8/prjvaploqqk/s200/It%27s+a+wrap!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys, I want to thank all of you that always keep me and Promissa in your prayers. We feel God's love through each and everyone of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a gig tomorrow night in Panorama, CA and will be ministering at a Church in North ridge, CA on Sunday. Please join us in prayer, that God shows up to do His thing, that we allow Him to flow through us and that lives may be touched by His amazing power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll give you the report of how it all went down ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-1037989025176483513?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1037989025176483513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=1037989025176483513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1037989025176483513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1037989025176483513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/01/promissa-update.html' title='Promissa update...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SYO-v1sDIxI/AAAAAAAAAh8/prjvaploqqk/s72-c/It%27s+a+wrap!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-759191923099913210</id><published>2009-01-30T08:42:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:27:55.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I make it to the top...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SYM4hLsFIbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/P0X40rwYLVA/s1600-h/Break+free.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297139729442349490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SYM4hLsFIbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/P0X40rwYLVA/s200/Break+free.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;31 God's way is perfect. All the Lord's promises prove true. He is a SHIELD for all who look to Him for protection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;33 God is my STRONG FORTRESS and He makes my way perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;34 He makes me as sure footed as a deer, enabling me to stand on mountain heights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Samuel 22:31, 33, 34&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if you like hiking, but I do. My favorite part is to just stand and look at the awesome view once I get to the top. I like to embrace that moment; me standing there and remembering the great effort that took to actually make it to the top of the mountain. My first hike was when I was sixteen and I still remember that moment, I still remember the view and how awesome it felt to make it there. I also remember how difficult it was. I remember some friends holding my hands and encouraging me to not give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life hasn't gotten any easier since then...in the contrary. The mountains have gotten bigger, the pain and effort have been greater, but the view from the mountain top has also gotten better and better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time the mountain seems bigger than ever. The thoughts of giving up or finding shortcuts have popped up. I've had many friends hold my hand and told me "you can do it!", I've cried because of how much it hurts and, at times, I have even regretted starting the hike. But then I remember His promises, then I remember how He has strengthen me during other hikes and how He promises to make my way perfect and to not let me fall. That's when I remember how good it feels to get to the top. I can hardly way to see the view from this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5433742532788225873-759191923099913210?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/759191923099913210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=759191923099913210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/759191923099913210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/759191923099913210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-i-make-it-to-top.html' title='When I make it to the top...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SYM4hLsFIbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/P0X40rwYLVA/s72-c/Break+free.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-8599413491354816903</id><published>2009-01-28T11:59:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:13:18.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SYC8VDULAMI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Kt62155x83Y/s1600-h/Time+flies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296440231640891586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SYC8VDULAMI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Kt62155x83Y/s200/Time+flies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Time flies when you're having fun", I'm sure we've all heard this common phrase. But the truth is that time flies whether you're having fun or not. It doesn't stop or slow down. Time keeps going and it's our responsibility to use it wisely. Don't let it pass you by, don't wake up one day wondering where time went. Instead, do something with it....today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-8599413491354816903?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8599413491354816903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=8599413491354816903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/8599413491354816903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/8599413491354816903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-flies-when-youre-having-fun-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SYC8VDULAMI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Kt62155x83Y/s72-c/Time+flies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-514780685509263</id><published>2009-01-27T10:04:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:31:53.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SX9S_iO9osI/AAAAAAAAAhk/_mVq8qGLoGk/s1600-h/Walking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296042938285793986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SX9S_iO9osI/AAAAAAAAAhk/_mVq8qGLoGk/s200/Walking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep on walking. When discouraged, when tired, when sad, when crying, when weak, when hopeless, keep putting one foot in front of the other...strength with rise as we wait upon the Lord. Walking will turn into running and you WILL finish the race. Just keep on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-514780685509263?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/514780685509263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=514780685509263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/514780685509263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/514780685509263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/01/keep-on.html' title='Keep on....'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SX9S_iO9osI/AAAAAAAAAhk/_mVq8qGLoGk/s72-c/Walking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-1405475238568090423</id><published>2009-01-23T08:51:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:06:33.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't get it twisted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SXoxIPcGiLI/AAAAAAAAAhc/wa3K3t7WuIY/s1600-h/Peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SXoxIPcGiLI/AAAAAAAAAhc/wa3K3t7WuIY/s200/Peace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294598329580554418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because some things don't turn out as we desired or as we had planned, that does not mean, in any way, that God has failed us.  It just means that He's the one in control and His plans for our lives are way better than ours.  When we know this, and truly believe it, we can be at peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-1405475238568090423?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1405475238568090423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=1405475238568090423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1405475238568090423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1405475238568090423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-get-it-twisted.html' title='Don&apos;t get it twisted...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SXoxIPcGiLI/AAAAAAAAAhc/wa3K3t7WuIY/s72-c/Peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-3876449915825597301</id><published>2009-01-22T11:43:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:05:29.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I really love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SXjtiTuT9II/AAAAAAAAAhU/hi8HszjVPiw/s1600-h/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294242535639872642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SXjtiTuT9II/AAAAAAAAAhU/hi8HszjVPiw/s200/Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever been confronted by these verses found in &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 Corinthians 13?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love never gives up. Love cares more for others than for self. Love doesn't want what it doesn't have. Love doesn't strut, Doesn't have a swelled head, Doesn't force itself on others, Isn't always "me first," Doesn't fly off the handle, Doesn't keep score of the sins of others, Doesn't revel when others grovel, Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth, Puts up with anything, Trusts God always, Always looks for the best, Never looks back, But keeps going to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-3876449915825597301?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3876449915825597301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=3876449915825597301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/3876449915825597301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/3876449915825597301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-i-really-love.html' title='Do I really love?'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SXjtiTuT9II/AAAAAAAAAhU/hi8HszjVPiw/s72-c/Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-5583735091822821120</id><published>2009-01-21T07:34:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:32:04.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consistancy...</title><content type='html'>Definitely one of the things I need to work on. Whether it's blogging, working out, prioritizing my quiet time with God, writing or reading, I struggle with being consistant. So today, although I don't have a deep life lesson to share or some life transforming revelation, I've chosen to be consistent and blog anyway. Have you struggled with this too? What do you do to help yourself be consistant? Please share...I can use all the help I can get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-5583735091822821120?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5583735091822821120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=5583735091822821120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/5583735091822821120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/5583735091822821120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/01/consistency.html' title='Consistancy...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-8610958515269660743</id><published>2009-01-20T16:32:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:58:00.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good stuff from the weekend...</title><content type='html'>"When I give up on my dream, I'm not the only one that misses out."  Pastor Garland Robertson sure made me think, when he said these words  during his teaching this weekend.    It is true that when God plants a dream in our hearts it is not for our own fulfilment only, it's actually more than that.  With that dream comes a big responsibility, a task that only we can execute, but that will benefit, impact, change, transform, tattoo the world and the lives of those around us.  In some cases, even the lives of people we've never met and never will.  Knowing this makes me want to keep going after it, encourages me to be persistent and not give up...because the world is still waiting to be touched by God through me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-8610958515269660743?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8610958515269660743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=8610958515269660743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/8610958515269660743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/8610958515269660743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-stuff-from-weekend.html' title='Good stuff from the weekend...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-4366734093601908259</id><published>2009-01-16T06:00:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T06:54:19.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the perfect day to...</title><content type='html'>- Choose to be happy&lt;br /&gt;- Forgive and ask for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;- Love myself&lt;br /&gt;- Make the right choices&lt;br /&gt;- Be grateful&lt;br /&gt;- Embrace God's will&lt;br /&gt;- Trust in His promises&lt;br /&gt;- Dream again&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in His power within me&lt;br /&gt;- Get up and do it&lt;br /&gt;- Remember that only God is perfect&lt;br /&gt;- Smile&lt;br /&gt;- Be merciful&lt;br /&gt;- Encourage someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today....because tomorrow might be too late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-4366734093601908259?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/4366734093601908259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=4366734093601908259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/4366734093601908259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/4366734093601908259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-is-perfect-day-to.html' title='Today is the perfect day to...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-9055309658816782762</id><published>2009-01-12T16:21:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:12:40.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's favor, great friends and good times...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SWvpXRAUDFI/AAAAAAAAAg8/-_go_1LYqtE/s1600-h/Flowers.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290578773187759186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SWvpXRAUDFI/AAAAAAAAAg8/-_go_1LYqtE/s200/Flowers.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God knows the heart, He knows our deepest desires and He enjoys showing His love to us in many different ways. In the past few days, His favor, love and grace have been evident in my life. Spending my birthday among my dear friends, Dominican cake, cup cakes, Gerber Daisies (my favorite), good times and great memories. Can I ask for more? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He surprised me... and I'm grateful.  He loves me!!!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-9055309658816782762?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/9055309658816782762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=9055309658816782762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/9055309658816782762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/9055309658816782762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/01/gods-favor-great-friends-and-good-times.html' title='God&apos;s favor, great friends and good times...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SWvpXRAUDFI/AAAAAAAAAg8/-_go_1LYqtE/s72-c/Flowers.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-33941413113247814</id><published>2009-01-08T21:01:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:52:27.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the ground shakes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SWbz-XHDbSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/pGX3eMGkWWY/s1600-h/Earthquake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289183065074265378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SWbz-XHDbSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/pGX3eMGkWWY/s200/Earthquake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, I experienced earthquake #2. It was stronger than the first, but still no big deal. However, my heart was beating so hard it almost popped out of my chest. I guess no one likes a shaky ground. At least I know I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is full of ground shaking moments though. Small and sometimes big earthquakes that totally shake us up. But aren't we fortunate to have a safe place to run to when this happens? A strong structure that wont come down no matter how hard the ground is moving, a strong structure that would actually protect us from anything that might fall on us. At my sister's house, that would be the huge, heavier than a bad marriage wooden dining table. In life, that refuge is God. Our ground can shake unexpectedly because of many reasons, but God, our shelter, strong tower, our rock, He's always there for us to run to...and nothing can touch us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-33941413113247814?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/33941413113247814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=33941413113247814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/33941413113247814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/33941413113247814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-ground-shakes.html' title='When the ground shakes...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SWbz-XHDbSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/pGX3eMGkWWY/s72-c/Earthquake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-9084011342992780564</id><published>2009-01-07T13:51:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:38:42.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He says I can....</title><content type='html'>Self doubt, do you ever deal with that?  I do...a lot.  So much that sometimes I get depressed thinking of everything I want to accomplish, but feel incapable of.  Having days like that is OK, having a life like that is not.  I am my biggest opponent.  Me, a dreamer, a woman passionate about God's purpose, a woman that completely believes that she was created to lead others to God through the gift of singing, I hold myself back.  I discourage myself by thinking that I don't have what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;Check this out though, in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;1 Samuel 30:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; King David was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;greatly distressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but he chose to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;encourage himself in the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we do that?  I'll spell it out for you, B-E-L-I-E-V-I-N-G what His word says about us.  That we're more than conquerors, that we can do ALL THINGS through Christ, that He is in us, that His power is in us, that we have His grace and favor, that everything we do shall prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of contradicting God! Tired of believing the total opposite of what He says about me.  Tired of listening to that whisper in my ear "you're not good enough, you're too shy, you'll never break away from all your fears", I'm tired wanting to DO IT and ready to actually DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses didn't think he was suitable for the job, but God said &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I will surely be with you."  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He didn't say "you wont be scared" or "it will be easy", He said He would be with him and the same applies to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm encouraged and you can be too. If God says we can, who are we to disagree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-9084011342992780564?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/9084011342992780564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=9084011342992780564' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/9084011342992780564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/9084011342992780564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/01/he-says-i-can.html' title='He says I can....'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-793152170714694661</id><published>2009-01-01T10:01:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:00:17.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good stuff from quiet time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SV0RVPE0PPI/AAAAAAAAAgs/VuInZcq0o10/s1600-h/Breakfast.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286400594124487922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SV0RVPE0PPI/AAAAAAAAAgs/VuInZcq0o10/s200/Breakfast.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New year and this is how mine started...with a double breakfast! Both delicious, both important and both required time and effort, but were totally worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Body and spirit both need to be fed in order to have a healthy life. My body had some eggs, sausage and a white corn tortilla (my new favorite...better than bread). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my spirit? My spirit had a lesson on seeking and resting in God's presence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Now therefore, I pray you, if I have found favor in your sight, show me now Your way, that I may know You....And the Lord said, My presence shall go with you, and I will give you rest. &lt;strong&gt;Exodus 33:13-14.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce Meyer comments, &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Moses had a big job on his hands. He knew he needed God's presence and sought the assurance that God would go with him and help him. No matter how difficult our circumstance, the knowledge of His presence will strengthen and enable us to do the job at hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The combination worked and I'm doubly satisfied. My tummy is happy and my heart is glad to know that He will go with me this year and that, no matter what situation I'm in or what my task may be, I will find strength and rest in His presence.  I think I'm off to a great start!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May His presence, grace and favor be with you and yours in 2009...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SV0FHrkfgLI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ILaG-JMyuQs/s1600-h/New+year.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286387167115837618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SV0FHrkfgLI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ILaG-JMyuQs/s200/New+year.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5433742532788225873-793152170714694661?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/793152170714694661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=793152170714694661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/793152170714694661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/793152170714694661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-stuff-from-quiet-time.html' title='Good stuff from quiet time...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SV0RVPE0PPI/AAAAAAAAAgs/VuInZcq0o10/s72-c/Breakfast.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-679825876240545650</id><published>2008-12-29T15:58:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:02:39.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The surprises keep on coming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SVlyEP5PkbI/AAAAAAAAAgc/KvzG-9Dqs3Q/s1600-h/Self-discovery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285381055007658418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SVlyEP5PkbI/AAAAAAAAAgc/KvzG-9Dqs3Q/s200/Self-discovery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm 33 ( I know...you thought I was 26) and still getting to know myself. It's like life is some kind of self-discovery journey, surprising you at every turn with something new, something you didn't know about yourself, sometimes good and sometimes something not so good. It's actually pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God doesn't waste any opportunity. He uses every situation, every scenario, every season to teach us something valuable. That's why we believe what His word says, that everything works for the best to those who love Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; to know that we don't walk this journey alone. Every step, every discovery (good or bad) makes us grow and every time God's love is evident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-679825876240545650?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/679825876240545650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=679825876240545650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/679825876240545650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/679825876240545650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-33-i-know.html' title='The surprises keep on coming...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SVlyEP5PkbI/AAAAAAAAAgc/KvzG-9Dqs3Q/s72-c/Self-discovery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-8991777151816233595</id><published>2008-12-27T17:31:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:25:47.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just writing...</title><content type='html'>Today I'm just writing. No life lesson, no word of encouragement, no big revelation...just writing. My head is cloudy and mixed emotions don't allow me to focus on just one thing to talk about. Why am I still writing? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about relationships and how they can be so difficult and so beautiful at the same time. Thinking about family and how each member can be so different from the other and, at the same time, so connected to one another. I'm thinking about people loving each other and that love not being enough. I'm thinking about life's seasons and the sense of loss one feels when a season seems to have ended. I can't deny that life seems cruel at times, but it isn't. It just seems that way when our heart is hurting.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of thinking...no answers...just writing. It will all make sense one day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-8991777151816233595?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8991777151816233595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=8991777151816233595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/8991777151816233595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/8991777151816233595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-writing.html' title='Just writing...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-3897030490773296654</id><published>2008-12-25T16:32:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T17:02:51.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SVQtGx-oJfI/AAAAAAAAAgU/v7TLupMaOT4/s1600-h/Barbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283897857330914802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SVQtGx-oJfI/AAAAAAAAAgU/v7TLupMaOT4/s200/Barbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning was awesome. The kids loved every present and I loved just being part of that moment together with the rest of the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While Gabriel was opening his gifts, Tim (Milca's boyfriend) got all excited about a specific one. He noticed that Gabriel had gotten some type of remote control airplane, so he screamed "Oh man, that one's for me! I want to fly that one!" Of course, I laughed and proceeded to make the following statement "Men, they never grow up." As soon as I said that I looked down and noticed that I had a Barbie doll on my hands. At that moment I realized that I had been seating there, on the floor, and had been brushing Barbie's hair for a while without even noticing, because it was a natural instinct. We all laughed about the irony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess we all have a kid inside. Best thing we can do is let it loose once in a while...and be totally OK when others decide to do the same ;)&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/5433742532788225873-3897030490773296654?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3897030490773296654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=3897030490773296654' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/3897030490773296654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/3897030490773296654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-story.html' title='A Christmas story...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SVQtGx-oJfI/AAAAAAAAAgU/v7TLupMaOT4/s72-c/Barbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-8464627919907965687</id><published>2008-12-24T09:23:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:17:06.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas...make it special</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SVJ8iGH1ttI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Eu_68HYcAHs/s1600-h/061224_merrychristmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283422238059902674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SVJ8iGH1ttI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Eu_68HYcAHs/s200/061224_merrychristmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were children, it was the job of our parents to make Christmas special for us. Some of us have gone though life thinking that it's still the job of someone else to make Christmas happy and beautiful for us, so anything that would not work out according to plan or according to our expectations, would suddenly screw up the season. The whole family cannot make it to dinner, that person you love is no longer part of your life, the economic situation has not allowed you to get presents for everyone and their mother, you find yourself far away from people you care about, the weather is not quite how you pictured it, (the list of scenarios goes on and on) any of these scenarios would take away my joy in Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Sunday, when I heard the pastor at Oasis talk about this, I realized that it was time to grow up in that area. You see, we're not kids anymore. I realized that, instead of expecting circumstances to be "right", in order to enjoy Christmas, it is my job to make this a special time, regardless of the scenario I find myself in. It was like I went from childhood to adulthood in a matter of seconds, when this made sense to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my turn to make Christmas special for me and those around me and I can hardly wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Christmas wish to you? That you enjoy this time like never before. Have a GREAT Christmas...make it special. I know I will ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-8464627919907965687?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8464627919907965687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=8464627919907965687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/8464627919907965687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/8464627919907965687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmasmake-it-special.html' title='Merry Christmas...make it special'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SVJ8iGH1ttI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Eu_68HYcAHs/s72-c/061224_merrychristmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-767447567591613459</id><published>2008-12-21T21:34:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:21:26.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consider yourself blessed...</title><content type='html'>It is no secret that I've been through ups and downs since I moved.  There are days when I feel good and full of hopes and there are others when I feel sad, lonely and scared about this new life.&lt;br /&gt;As I shared with  dear friend that today was a good day, she rejoiced with me and then said &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"You'll have good days and bad days, but so did Jesus; Consider yourself blessed on both."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words penetrated real deep in my heart.  You see, nothing we go through is new to Jesus.  He's been in our shoes and worse.  There were days when He felt lonely and sad, but God the father was always there for Him and He's always there for us.&lt;br /&gt;On the good days, I'm blessed because He has given me strength, grace and favor.  On the "bad" days, I'm blessed because I call and He answers...He understands and comes to my rescue.  So, from today on, I will  indeed consider myself blessed on both.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks friend...I'm also blessed to have you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-767447567591613459?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/767447567591613459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=767447567591613459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/767447567591613459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/767447567591613459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/12/consider-yourself-blessed.html' title='Consider yourself blessed...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-2119853484802916219</id><published>2008-12-20T16:07:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:54:23.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate with me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SU2TXR_P5DI/AAAAAAAAAgE/mAZ0OM-7W0A/s1600-h/Celebrate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282039966150419506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SU2TXR_P5DI/AAAAAAAAAgE/mAZ0OM-7W0A/s200/Celebrate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no words to thank you all enough for your amazing support this past week. I was no nervous about speaking at that youth camp, but God's grace and all of you gave me the strength and the courage to get in front of 45 teenagers and young adults and just pour into them. Some of you called me, some text me, some e-mailed me and, most importantly, all of you told me "You can do this Pris, God will use you!" I can't thank you enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God backed me up, He did His thing. I spoke to them about us being born with a God given purpose and encouraged them to do whatever it takes to reach their potential. I also had the opportunity to have good one on one conversations with some of them, which was also a great thing. Oh, I even did my robot dance for them...they laughed ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;45 kids and I don't know if I'll ever see any of them again...maybe, maybe not. I don't know if they'll remember me in 1, 5 or 10 years. What I do know is that I will remember them. I will always remember the day I got up in front of a group of kids for the first time to teach them. I will always remember that day when , instead of believing what my fears and insecurities were telling me, I chose to believe God's word that &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can do all things through Christ Jesus who strengthens me." &lt;strong&gt;Philippians 4:13. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I will always remember how you guys were there for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-2119853484802916219?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/2119853484802916219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=2119853484802916219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/2119853484802916219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/2119853484802916219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/12/celebrate-with-me.html' title='Celebrate with me...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SU2TXR_P5DI/AAAAAAAAAgE/mAZ0OM-7W0A/s72-c/Celebrate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-1126240586173760085</id><published>2008-12-18T08:56:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:34:56.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you...seriously</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SUqJrUC0iDI/AAAAAAAAAf8/NkNOyarJu3A/s1600-h/Hiding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281184890253248562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SUqJrUC0iDI/AAAAAAAAAf8/NkNOyarJu3A/s200/Hiding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am nervous, anxious, scared, tense (the list goes on) about Saturday. I was invited to speak at a youth camp and, as the day gets closer, so do my insecurities. Will those kids really pay any attention to what I'll be saying? Will they see how nervous I am? Will anything I say make any sense to them? What will I actually say to them? Ahhhh!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crazy thing is that I know that this was an opportunity provided by God himself, so I know that He will do His thing. It's just that, you know, I'm HUMAN and I just want to hide under a blanket, inside a closet, inside a room with no windows!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, I only wonder what Moses must have felt like, or Joshua, when it was his turn to lead. I guess this feeling is normal and even OK, as long as I don't let it keep me from what God wants to do in me and through me. I guess it's time for me to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"be strong and courageous!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It's time for me to rest in the promise that &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"the Lord &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; God is with &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; wherever&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; go" (Joshua 1:9b)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God, I can't do this on my own, I don't intend to. Just do your thing and help me not get in the way. This is your gig...&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/5433742532788225873-1126240586173760085?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1126240586173760085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=1126240586173760085' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1126240586173760085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1126240586173760085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-need-youseriously.html' title='I need you...seriously'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SUqJrUC0iDI/AAAAAAAAAf8/NkNOyarJu3A/s72-c/Hiding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-868641595154396020</id><published>2008-12-14T18:05:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:34:10.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on gig #2...and #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SUXOkMEFS5I/AAAAAAAAAf0/bPdRrd1j7e8/s1600-h/Open+door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279853259270736786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 72px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SUXOkMEFS5I/AAAAAAAAAf0/bPdRrd1j7e8/s200/Open+door.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well guys, it's been a week! One week and two days, to be exact. I have to admit that it feels way longer than that, but we wont get into that. Let's focus! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, so you know about gig #1, which was the Christmas dinner last Saturday. Here's the scoop on Gig #2. Yesterday, Cynthia called a pastor from Corona, CA (a friend had given us his info) and left him a message telling him that we (Promissa) were all going to be in town the weekend of the 28Th and asked about the possibility of us ministering at his Church. Not long after, the pastor called back and asked "can you girls come and sing tomorrow?" Now, what do you think our response was to that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got up at 5am, got ready and drove an hour to Corona, CA. It was a blessing! We sang at both services, sold Cd's and were blessed with a love offering. How's that for a last minute phone call? God is good, good, good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about gig #3? After services, the pastor and his lovely wife took Cynthia and I to lunch. Out of nowhere, the wife asked me "do you preach?" I told her that we normally bring a word as well when we're invited to minister and are given the right amount of time. She proceeded to invite me to speak at a youth camp next Saturday morning. What?!! Me?!! God, are you sure? I figured that if God is going to use us and take us to a higher level, there will be steps to climb, fears to overcome and moments when we'll just have to jump trusting that He will give us all we need to accomplish the task at hand. So, with all that in mind, I said "yes, I will be there!" I guess that's what happens when you pray for open doors ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, you all know what this means, right? It means that I'm counting on your prayers from now all the way to Saturday. What do you say? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5433742532788225873-868641595154396020?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/868641595154396020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=868641595154396020' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/868641595154396020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/868641595154396020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-on-gig-2and-3.html' title='Update on gig #2...and #3'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SUXOkMEFS5I/AAAAAAAAAf0/bPdRrd1j7e8/s72-c/Open+door.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-1778287363944228774</id><published>2008-12-13T23:05:00.010-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:53:35.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Created to worship Him...</title><content type='html'>Nothing else makes me feel more alive than singing to Him.  Now, when the crowd joins in, that's like being in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SUS4dP61-GI/AAAAAAAAAfc/GJMyxA4KTG4/s1600-h/FRC+-+Nov+29+-+08+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279547475814119522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SUS4dP61-GI/AAAAAAAAAfc/GJMyxA4KTG4/s200/FRC+-+Nov+29+-+08+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SUS3E8hxw6I/AAAAAAAAAfU/fpGPT6IBKz8/s1600-h/FRC+-+Nov+29+-+08+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279545958780224418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SUS3E8hxw6I/AAAAAAAAAfU/fpGPT6IBKz8/s200/FRC+-+Nov+29+-+08+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1778287363944228774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1778287363944228774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/12/created-to-worship-him.html' title='Created to worship Him...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SUS4dP61-GI/AAAAAAAAAfc/GJMyxA4KTG4/s72-c/FRC+-+Nov+29+-+08+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-2410386621614849702</id><published>2008-12-13T21:19:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:48:15.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priscilla - by Pamela Rose and the Gansta Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d14fba696252857" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/2410386621614849702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=2410386621614849702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/2410386621614849702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/2410386621614849702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/12/priscilla-by-pamela-rose-and-gansta.html' title='Priscilla - by Pamela Rose and the Gansta Girls'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-8868724360450518697</id><published>2008-12-12T18:17:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:28.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A great day...after all</title><content type='html'>Today was an interesting day and, although it had its ups and downs, it was a great day after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 am - Attended my Niece's Christmas performance.  It was my first time, so you can imagine how special it was for me. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SUMmxcBWt4I/AAAAAAAAAek/bo6OJfkB6fU/s1600-h/Camila%27s.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279105818985674626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SUMmxcBWt4I/AAAAAAAAAek/bo6OJfkB6fU/s200/Camila%27s.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 am -Another case of "the blues."  Missed being in control of my time, missed having a full agenda, missed singing at Church, missed my old space at my Parents place, missed all my friends...you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:45 pm - My phone rang...it was Lili.   Her phone call was so much what I needed.  We talked, she encouraged me, we laughed, we dreamed...my spirit was lifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00 pm - I was able to attend (via skype) a party that my friend Lacy had at her place.  It was so cool.  I saw a few of my friends (remember how much I was missing them earlier?) and just mingled at the party from here.  Don't you love technology?  Even more than that, don't you love God's precious gift of friendship?  I know I do.  God used my friends today to lift me up.  He used them to bring a big smile to my face.   Thanks Lacy, Lili, Vaughn, Rita, Karlene, Willy, Danny P, Carlos, Michelle, Cristian, Rebecca.  It was awesome chatting, dancing, laughing with you all tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SUMcqAq78EI/AAAAAAAAAeU/apRMoShVRpY/s1600-h/Home+alone.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279094696268525634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SUMcqAq78EI/AAAAAAAAAeU/apRMoShVRpY/s200/Home+alone.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5433742532788225873-8868724360450518697?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8868724360450518697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=8868724360450518697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/8868724360450518697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/8868724360450518697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-dayafter-all.html' title='A great day...after all'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SUMmxcBWt4I/AAAAAAAAAek/bo6OJfkB6fU/s72-c/Camila%27s.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-6500590940014012838</id><published>2008-12-11T19:19:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:49:37.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God, you're my HERO...</title><content type='html'>When I'm helpless, You're powerful&lt;br /&gt;When I'm frustrated, You're in control&lt;br /&gt;When I doubt, You prove me wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-6500590940014012838?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6500590940014012838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=6500590940014012838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6500590940014012838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6500590940014012838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/12/god-youre-my-hero.html' title='God, you&apos;re my HERO...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-6934016578740789520</id><published>2008-12-10T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:03:02.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To think about...</title><content type='html'>“The victory of success is half won when one gains the habit of setting goals and achieving them. Even the most tedious chore will become endurable as you parade through each day convinced that every task, no matter how menial or boring, brings you closer to fulfilling your dreams.” ~Og Mandino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-6934016578740789520?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6934016578740789520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=6934016578740789520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6934016578740789520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6934016578740789520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-think-about_10.html' title='To think about...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-95744151243435774</id><published>2008-12-09T19:52:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:04.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I...</title><content type='html'>-Woke up early and made breakfast for my niece (Camila) and nephew (Gabriel)&lt;br /&gt;-Had a good workout at the gym&lt;br /&gt;-Received a couple of very special e-mails and texts from loved ones, which were filled with much needed encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;-Had bonding time with Camila by allowing her to do my make up (scary, but nice)&lt;br /&gt;-Totally messed up my hair color...need to fix tomorrow (was aiming for a chocolate tone...don't ask me what I got)&lt;br /&gt;-Had a healthy dinner&lt;br /&gt;-Brainstormed with Milca about a plan of attack for Promissa&lt;br /&gt;-Thanked God for blessing me with so many people that truly love and support me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-95744151243435774?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/95744151243435774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=95744151243435774' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/95744151243435774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/95744151243435774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-i.html' title='Today I...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-1182887526267056925</id><published>2008-12-07T20:24:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:43:56.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The blues...or the greens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/STyluda1HuI/AAAAAAAAAeM/TNMUzkItNLQ/s1600-h/Hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277275080961105634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/STyluda1HuI/AAAAAAAAAeM/TNMUzkItNLQ/s200/Hope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap...Today I've got the blues. I miss what I know, what feels comfortable, predictable, safe. I miss my parents, my friends, my Church. I miss my circle, my comfort zone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny how God brings us out of what we know to show us things that we wouldn't see otherwise. He makes us uncomfortable to get us to step out and truly experience trusting Him. He's got some weird ways of working in our lives to get us to reach our potential, but the result is always worth it. Knowing that this journey will make me stronger, wiser, better in every level, makes my blues turn green. Green because it makes me hopeful. Hope inspires my faith and faith keeps me going...even on days like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-1182887526267056925?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1182887526267056925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=1182887526267056925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1182887526267056925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1182887526267056925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/12/bluesor-greens.html' title='The blues...or the greens'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/STyluda1HuI/AAAAAAAAAeM/TNMUzkItNLQ/s72-c/Hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-7637743643324343910</id><published>2008-12-07T00:16:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:04:08.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first gig...and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/STuPxcNRjMI/AAAAAAAAAd0/pjoqUd_W3cg/s1600-h/ist2_3687993-hands-receiving-the-water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276969467942898882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/STuPxcNRjMI/AAAAAAAAAd0/pjoqUd_W3cg/s200/ist2_3687993-hands-receiving-the-water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During quiet time this morning, I prayed asking God to provide and open doors here in LA. A couple of hours later, out of nowhere, our publisher calls me inviting me to come to Santa Barbara with her to sing one song at a Christmas dinner where she would be performing as well. Four Churches united to make this event; the pastors loved Promissa's music. So I made some great contacts for Promissa to minister at those Churches in the near future and sold a bunch of Cd's. Yey!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bible tells us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;For everyone who asks receives.... &lt;strong&gt;Luke 11:10a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...You do not have, because you do not ask. &lt;strong&gt;James 4:2b&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the hint...and I'm not afraid to ask!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/STuPxcNRjMI/AAAAAAAAAd0/pjoqUd_W3cg/s1600-h/ist2_3687993-hands-receiving-the-water.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/STuQXlspPWI/AAAAAAAAAd8/3LYLK5IIWB4/s1600-h/Me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276970123325422946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/STuQXlspPWI/AAAAAAAAAd8/3LYLK5IIWB4/s200/Me.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5433742532788225873-7637743643324343910?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7637743643324343910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=7637743643324343910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7637743643324343910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/7637743643324343910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-gig.html' title='My first gig...and more'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/STuPxcNRjMI/AAAAAAAAAd0/pjoqUd_W3cg/s72-c/ist2_3687993-hands-receiving-the-water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-6908930695451895390</id><published>2008-12-05T20:27:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:34:34.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first earthquake...</title><content type='html'>I haven't even been in LA for 12 hours and I have already experienced my first earthquake.  Not big, but strong enough for me to feel it, panic and look at my sister with "I want my Mom" eyes. &lt;br /&gt;There you have it folks...I told you I would keep you updated on things ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-6908930695451895390?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6908930695451895390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=6908930695451895390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6908930695451895390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6908930695451895390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-earthquake.html' title='My first earthquake...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-5750897765942094984</id><published>2008-12-05T18:59:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:01:00.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A reminder to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/STnxvuCBo2I/AAAAAAAAAds/JjPgk2JSY84/s1600-h/Inspire.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276514240553919330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/STnxvuCBo2I/AAAAAAAAAds/JjPgk2JSY84/s200/Inspire.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is it! My new journey started at 12:35pm (West coast) today, as I landed in LA. My whole trip had God's favor written all over it. From my bags not being overweight (miracle), to the front desk guy waving the $15 luggage charge (just because), to my connecting flight gate being right next door (which doesn't normally happen when I have a connection in Atlanta). I saw it in a nice phone call from a dear friend right before I boarded, in the nice people I sat next to on both planes and in the smooth ride all the way here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once home, as I started to unpack, this was the first thing I saw. A reminder to &lt;strong&gt;inspire, live loud, breathe, walk, run, finish&lt;/strong&gt;, and a reminder to &lt;strong&gt;pour out knowing that He will pour in&lt;/strong&gt;. I received this as a gift last January on my birthday and, though I loved it then, it never spoke to me as much as it did today. It was a good reminder of what I came here for, of what I came here to do. I wont forget it.&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/5433742532788225873-5750897765942094984?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5750897765942094984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=5750897765942094984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/5750897765942094984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/5750897765942094984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/12/reminder-to.html' title='A reminder to....'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/STnxvuCBo2I/AAAAAAAAAds/JjPgk2JSY84/s72-c/Inspire.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-5949432144099922804</id><published>2008-12-04T14:47:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:29:28.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new journey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SThnblBM-SI/AAAAAAAAAdk/-cVhz2kZ23U/s1600-h/324890~Airplane-Taking-Off-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276080686955821346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SThnblBM-SI/AAAAAAAAAdk/-cVhz2kZ23U/s200/324890~Airplane-Taking-Off-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow at 8am a plane takes off and I will be in it. It will bring me to a new chapter, a new adventure, a new journey. My address will change, the weather, my space, the people that surround me...my life will change tomorrow. As a daughter of God, the creator of the universe, I can be totally sure of one thing, His favor goes before me. My knees are shaking, my heart is pounding but that wont stop me, because I know He'll get me through. I don't know what the future holds, but I know the one who holds the future and He's walking by my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow at 8am a plane takes off and I will be in it, but I wont be alone; all of you will be coming with me. This is OUR journey...and it will be a great one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5433742532788225873-5949432144099922804?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5949432144099922804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=5949432144099922804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/5949432144099922804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/5949432144099922804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-journey.html' title='A new journey...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SThnblBM-SI/AAAAAAAAAdk/-cVhz2kZ23U/s72-c/324890~Airplane-Taking-Off-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-4297879272569056530</id><published>2008-12-01T10:04:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:08:49.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To think about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/STQoCSw-QGI/AAAAAAAAAdc/-b_31tAt_Zo/s1600-h/_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274885083419787362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/STQoCSw-QGI/AAAAAAAAAdc/-b_31tAt_Zo/s200/_logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you start or continue your Gift Revolution keep this in mind ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Kindness makes a fellow feel good, whether it’s being done to him or by him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Frank A. Clark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-4297879272569056530?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/4297879272569056530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=4297879272569056530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/4297879272569056530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/4297879272569056530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-think-about.html' title='To think about...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/STQoCSw-QGI/AAAAAAAAAdc/-b_31tAt_Zo/s72-c/_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-229339678162346142</id><published>2008-12-01T08:31:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:38:27.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's going to kill me :o!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274860717750248034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/STQR4BkqYmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/CUdvWw0WML4/s200/Ricky+with+hair.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Hair o no hair?  what do you say folks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-229339678162346142?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/229339678162346142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=229339678162346142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/229339678162346142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/229339678162346142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/12/hes-going-to-kill-me-o.html' title='He&apos;s going to kill me :o!'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/STQR4BkqYmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/CUdvWw0WML4/s72-c/Ricky+with+hair.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-6090080999631552042</id><published>2008-11-29T04:58:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T05:32:48.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe Him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;prom-ise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;noun, verb, -ised, -is-ing.&lt;br /&gt;Promissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a declaration that something will or will not be done, given, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. an express assurance on which expectation is to be based&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. something that has the effect of an express assurance; indication of what may be expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I the Lord have called you for a righteous purpose and in righteousness; &lt;strong&gt;I will take you by the hand and will keep you&lt;/strong&gt;; I will give you for a covenant to the people, for a light to the nations. To open the eyes of the blind, to bring out prisoners from the dungeon, and those who sit in darkness from the prison...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;...And I will bring the blind by a way that they know not; I will lead them in paths that they have not known. I will make darkness into light before them and make uneven places into plain. &lt;strong&gt;These things I have determined to do; and I will not leave them forsaken.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Isaiah 42:6-7, 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-6090080999631552042?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6090080999631552042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=6090080999631552042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6090080999631552042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6090080999631552042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-believe-him.html' title='I believe Him...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-1904560044838412222</id><published>2008-11-26T05:04:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T05:59:48.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good stuff from quiet time...</title><content type='html'>In these last couple of months, I've felt like, as a believer and a God follower, I've been challenged in some many areas .  My calling, my vision and my faith have really been tested and it's been INTENSE.  I've prayed "God, strengthen my faith, so I may walk in confidence on the path you've chosen for me and so I wont doubt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to share with you some good stuff I read this morning in the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The apostles said to the Lord, Increase our faith.  And the Lord answered, if you had faith even like a grain of mustard seed, you could say to this mulberry tree, Be pulled up by the roots, and be planted in the sea, and it would obey you.  &lt;strong&gt;Luke 17:5-6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Joyce Meyer comments, People often pray for "great faith," yet they do not understand that faith grows through &lt;strong&gt;challenges&lt;/strong&gt; like stepping out to do things they don't fully understand or have experience with.  I do not believe anyone is automatically a person of great faith; &lt;strong&gt;faith becomes great through experience.  It develops as it is used.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;One of the ways we release our faith is by doing something God asks of us.  Faith often requires us to take action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess my prayer is being answered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-1904560044838412222?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1904560044838412222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=1904560044838412222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1904560044838412222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/1904560044838412222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-stuff-from-quiet-time_26.html' title='Good stuff from quiet time...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-6007766196353753469</id><published>2008-11-24T07:39:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:46:42.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good stuff...</title><content type='html'>My Sister Milca shared this with me this morning...I thought I would share it with you all ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SSrL0lAbCII/AAAAAAAAAdE/ccEJbSWhlss/s1600-h/Prescription.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272250417938106498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SSrL0lAbCII/AAAAAAAAAdE/ccEJbSWhlss/s200/Prescription.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Spiritual Prescription For The New Year &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;by T.D. Jakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you look ahead to 2009, be assured that God has kept you. God has brought you through the trials. God still has a plan for your future. Here is how you can align with it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Build your faith - More than going to church and toting a Bible everywhere, this is about a deeply personal relationship with God, about letting God alone feed your soul and define who you are. It's about letting God's grace, peace and mercy bear fruit in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Revisit your priorities - What are your long-standing goals? Actively seek new perspectives, approaches and information to help you achieve them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Be a loving friend - As you surround yourself with positive, upward-thinking people, practice being to others the dedicated friend you've yearned for yourself. That kind of love and devotion, poured out on someone else, will inevitably come back to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Empower your inner circle - Your trusted kin, friends and advisers are your team. Encourage them to speak the truth to you to help ensure that your function optimally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Give back - Share your blessings, resources, time and talents as they start to flow and become clearer in your own eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-6007766196353753469?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6007766196353753469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=6007766196353753469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6007766196353753469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/6007766196353753469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-stuff.html' title='Good stuff...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SSrL0lAbCII/AAAAAAAAAdE/ccEJbSWhlss/s72-c/Prescription.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-5102065311549669140</id><published>2008-11-17T20:07:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:35:11.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Use or loose it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SSJFq4tZsVI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xI9sf4mhBvQ/s1600-h/Gift.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269851117056536914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SSJFq4tZsVI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xI9sf4mhBvQ/s200/Gift.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has God given you something special? I'm sure He has. Whether it's teaching, playing an instrument, singing, cooking, encouraging, painting or whatever it is that you know is your talent, make sure you are using it. God gave you IT with a purpose. God gave you IT for you to make a difference, for you to impact your generation. God gave you IT, because He knew that you using IT would change the lives of those around you, would bring the lost closer to Him and would inspire and encourage others to do the same. God gave you something special, don't waste it...use IT to change the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-5102065311549669140?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5102065311549669140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=5102065311549669140' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/5102065311549669140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/5102065311549669140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/11/use-or-loose-it.html' title='Use or loose it...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SSJFq4tZsVI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xI9sf4mhBvQ/s72-c/Gift.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-997556008111815518</id><published>2008-11-10T11:03:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:59:13.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A prayer can make a difference...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SRiuKCiGpKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/dIYUD89iu2Q/s1600-h/CAKMWALECAW3BVFTCAAQ7AXECAZOOGQ8CABPIZSBCA3DGJFECAZVPIXFCACX98ZFCALSOMQYCAO5N4WWCA1LS7RFCAARJQKACA7ECSO6CAG3QL8KCAJTIVY1CADL3IEOCAF2LU4OCAQBVXOQCAEO9GCLCALALIIMCAPFUW0P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267151251711632546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SRiuKCiGpKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/dIYUD89iu2Q/s200/CAKMWALECAW3BVFTCAAQ7AXECAZOOGQ8CABPIZSBCA3DGJFECAZVPIXFCACX98ZFCALSOMQYCAO5N4WWCA1LS7RFCAARJQKACA7ECSO6CAG3QL8KCAJTIVY1CADL3IEOCAF2LU4OCAQBVXOQCAEO9GCLCALALIIMCAPFUW0P.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I found out that the brother of a good friend of mine committed suicide last Friday. As I thought about my friend and her family, I couldn't help remembering two different times when the thought of ending my life came to my head. Both times I was troubled, overwhelmed, heartbroken, desperate, ashamed and hopeless. Both times I cried out for help. Both times there was someone close by who I ran to and asked for prayer. Both times I was fortunate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have no idea what the person standing in front of us at the supermarket is going through or what type of storm the person that just drove by is facing, but we can pray that God makes us sensitive enough, so that when a person in need crosses our way we can feel the urge to pray for them. You'd be surprised to find out what a difference a prayer can make.&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/5433742532788225873-997556008111815518?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/997556008111815518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=997556008111815518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/997556008111815518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/997556008111815518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/11/prayer-can-make-difference.html' title='A prayer can make a difference...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SRiuKCiGpKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/dIYUD89iu2Q/s72-c/CAKMWALECAW3BVFTCAAQ7AXECAZOOGQ8CABPIZSBCA3DGJFECAZVPIXFCACX98ZFCALSOMQYCAO5N4WWCA1LS7RFCAARJQKACA7ECSO6CAG3QL8KCAJTIVY1CADL3IEOCAF2LU4OCAQBVXOQCAEO9GCLCALALIIMCAPFUW0P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-3555712997423648456</id><published>2008-11-09T18:19:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:32:15.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a faith booster?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SRev1v_hgvI/AAAAAAAAAW0/aKGUVPA06Pw/s1600-h/photogrpah-a-rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266871627183915762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SRev1v_hgvI/AAAAAAAAAW0/aKGUVPA06Pw/s200/photogrpah-a-rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have a need? God knows it and He can provide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My story? Glad you asked! Most of you know that I will be moving to California in the next few weeks. Although I had an approximate date, I had not been able to purchase my airline ticket due to my financial situation. All I had was the conviction in my heart that this was what God wanted me to do, so I said "God, you are sending me, you will provide." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, out of nowhere, I received a voicemail from a friend asking me to call back regarding something important. My friend knew of my moving plans, but was not aware of the fact that I was waiting on God to provide for my ticket. Today, I returned the call. After talking about different things, the question came up regarding my moving date and if I had already purchased my airplane ticket, to which I answered "I haven't been able to yet, but God is sending me, He will provide." My friend proceeded to tell me "I called you yesterday to tell you that I have enough miles for a free ticket and, a few days ago, God placed in my heart that I must give this ticket to you. God truly loves you." I could do nothing else but cry and be grateful. God was (1) providing for my need and (2) confirming that I was being lead by Him on my decision. How's that for a faith booster? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving to a new state away from so many people I truly love and from a Church I feel so passionate about is all very intimidating for me. However, I know that God will take care of me. He has proven, time and time again, that He is a powerful God, who honors an obedient heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433742532788225873-3555712997423648456?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3555712997423648456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=3555712997423648456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/3555712997423648456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/3555712997423648456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/11/need-faith-booster.html' title='Need a faith booster?'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SRev1v_hgvI/AAAAAAAAAW0/aKGUVPA06Pw/s72-c/photogrpah-a-rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433742532788225873.post-741983116538102640</id><published>2008-11-08T05:21:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T06:13:32.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good stuff from quiet time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SRWefA2Zw8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/F-4io3g22NU/s1600-h/Peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266289594920977346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SRWefA2Zw8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/F-4io3g22NU/s200/Peace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That unexplainable, but wonderful feeling of peace. Peace and God's will are totally connected. When we walk in obedience and and put God first in our lives, His peace dwells in us, in spite of how easy or difficult our circumstances may be. God wants us to seek peace, since this is one of the ways in which He lets us know whether we're in or out of His will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out what Paul says about it in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colossians 3:15&lt;/strong&gt; "Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce Meyer comments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Colossians 3:15 instructs us to let God's peace act as an umpire in our hearts. Many people do not enjoy God's peace because they're out of the will of God. We will never enjoy a peaceful life if we disobey His leading and follow our own will&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; However, &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;if we do obey his guidance and follow peace&lt;/span&gt; (which confirms God's guidance), &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;we will be blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&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/5433742532788225873-741983116538102640?l=priscymatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/feeds/741983116538102640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433742532788225873&amp;postID=741983116538102640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/741983116538102640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433742532788225873/posts/default/741983116538102640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscymatos.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-stuff-from-quiet-time_08.html' title='Good stuff from quiet time...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987014206416549709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/TEFpFbOU1kI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xz24SvtTNiw/S220/Godchicks+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofdGoQiattc/SRWefA2Zw8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/F-4io3g22NU/s72-c/Peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
