<?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-5622389271563082686</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:07:23.551-05:00</updated><category term='I must be doing something right.....'/><category term='OUCH'/><title type='text'>The glorious things I've learned..and stuff</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727128136712878332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QmVKdVYChIg/SAvpFHXvseI/AAAAAAAAABE/95njuhtCxqk/S220/04-18-08-31.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622389271563082686.post-4279073409214223018</id><published>2009-06-21T21:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:56:13.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer, Wine, and Cottage Cheese.</title><content type='html'>That sucked. That really really sucked. I was just thinking about getting home where it wasn't so hot. Then I walked by the beer and wine isle. It was intense. Felt like it was grabbing me by the throat - pulling me to it. I kept walking past. Now as I look at lean cuisine I'm seeing cheap wine. I'm seeing my day change from painting to drinking and smoking and crying. I think about the blue chip - 6 months - about throwing it away, about Liz - don't wanna let her down, about cottage cheese. I head for the dairy isle. I can almost taste the wine. I see myself with a bottle in one hand and a paintbrush in the other. Can't do that. Can't paint scripture while drinking. Gotta walk past it again. Walk fast. It pulls again. Harder - feels like I'm loosing ground - like my body is actually leaning toward the wine as I concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other and NOT turning around. Now it's behind me, am I leaning backwards? Can anyone tell? Gotta get outta here. Gotta call someone, I need fast accountability. She doesn't answer her phone. Gotta get home. Gotta get home, home where it's cool. Gotta find a meeting. Crap, no meetings till 6 o'clock. Gotta write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share this for a few reasons. NUMBER one is that I need accountability. If you catch me in a bar or with a bottle in my cart please be bold enough to tell me to put it back or to go home. Sometimes one more person agreeing with the part of me that knows better is all it takes. I also share this in case any one else is struggling with it, if you need to find support or can help me find a good meeting - maybe we should talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also share this to make a point. While I was in the grocery store trying to get out empty handed I didn't think to pray. Not once. Not till I was in my car. I did not turn to God. I fought it on my own....OR DID I ??? If I had been in that battle on my own I would be drunk by now. Even though I didn't call out to Him I know my God was with me. Simply because it's what He promises. Maybe it was His spirit inside me that did the calling out. Maybe no calling out was needed because He is always watching, not from far away - not from the heavens but from the moment I'm in. From the exact place I'm standing, He sees me. He sees the prayer that needs to be prayed and whether I pray it or not My God answers. Maybe it was Rachel's prayer this morning, maybe He prompted her to pray for me because He knew what was ahead. Perhaps if I had prayed while looking at the lean cuisine I would have been over it by cottage cheese. Perhaps God lets me have those scary moments of terrible temptation so that I'll see how much I need Him. More than that though so I'll see how much He loves me, how He protects me, How I am never alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful to be sober today. By His strength I'll stay that way. Time to paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed my friends, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;WP Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5622389271563082686-4279073409214223018?l=jenmallette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/feeds/4279073409214223018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5622389271563082686&amp;postID=4279073409214223018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/4279073409214223018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/4279073409214223018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/2009/06/beer-wine-and-cottage-cheese.html' title='Beer, Wine, and Cottage Cheese.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727128136712878332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QmVKdVYChIg/SAvpFHXvseI/AAAAAAAAABE/95njuhtCxqk/S220/04-18-08-31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622389271563082686.post-4895399787241306482</id><published>2009-01-18T21:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:41:24.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WWJD???  MAN, It's hard!!</title><content type='html'>Well I know what Jesus would do.  Knowing is the easy part.  It's all in the Bible. Pick it up, read it.  Thats the easy part.  Man it's hard to actually do it.  To really put yourself second.  To serve people and not be hurt when even though they are your friends they don't have time for you. God is like that.  He is always there no matter how crappy we treat Him over and over and over again.  We are supposed to be like Him.  Man thats hard!!!  We are supposed to love each other and serve God by serving each other.  We are supposed to take the grace and patients and selfless love He gives to us and give it unconditionally to each other.  Man that's hard.  When the one you love the most loves everyone else more than you. When they even love people they don't know more than you.  They say they love you but they only love you in words never in action.  They love you when other people are looking but never when it's just you.  But still no matter who is looking and no matter how busy you are you still love them. It really really hurts to love people who don't love you back. Jesus loves us.  It hurt Him to love us.  It still hurts Him.  He still loves us.  Even if we hide in a closet and no one can see, He comes in and loves us in our closet -- while we are still hurting Him.  I want to love people like Jesus loves me. Ok, I want to - want to love people like Jesus loves me but even as I say that I say "but it hurts!!!"  Do I really want to be hurt?  Cause to really love them like He loves me is to put aside the hurt, no matter how much it hurts and to not let the hurt slow down my love and service to them.  To really love Jesus is to really selflessly love those who hurt me.  Like He does.  Man that's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, thank you for loving me...even when I make it really hard.  Please help me love.  Please show me how to love them even more when it hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5622389271563082686-4895399787241306482?l=jenmallette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/feeds/4895399787241306482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5622389271563082686&amp;postID=4895399787241306482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/4895399787241306482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/4895399787241306482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/2009/01/wwjd-man-its-hard.html' title='WWJD???  MAN, It&apos;s hard!!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727128136712878332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QmVKdVYChIg/SAvpFHXvseI/AAAAAAAAABE/95njuhtCxqk/S220/04-18-08-31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622389271563082686.post-2096789348253104018</id><published>2009-01-14T00:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:41:37.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAHHHHAAAA!!!!!</title><content type='html'>The last time I blogged, hard to believe it was 5 months ago, I truly thought I was at the beginning of something great. I thought of it as a turning point.  I had figured something out.  Thinking it would just be a simple matter of choice.  I would choose God instead of everything else, believing that He is the fulfillment of my every need.  Well that is certainly true but the past 5 months have shown me that though it may be simple the gate really is narrow and the few who find it have really found more than they could have expected, more by far than what we as humans can express.  It's why faith like a mustard seed can move a mountain.   It's DIVINE.  When faith the size of anything attaches itself to the creator of faith it is attached to divinity.  It's more than even the most educated, most gifted, or most enlightened among us could begin to comprehend.  Thats why it's been so long since I've blogged.  I've been trying to understand or trying to force pieces of understanding together. I've been searching for the AHA!! moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all an AHA!! moment!!!  A day or so ago God reminded me of my actual turning point.  I was barely twenty years old, I was consumed with depression and I was plagued with a deep need for any kind of love.  I begged God to help me, to take over.  My soul cried out and in that exact moment He began to save me, although I wouldn't know it for another 8 years. Everything that has happened since then -the good the bad AND the ugly has been an answer to that prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the colossal mistakes I've made in the last five months.  Even though I knew better. I'd made the same mistakes before and thought I'd learned from them then.  Isaiah 38:27 says "I will make you return on the road by which you came".  At first that felt like harsh discipline until I realized that the road I came in on is where God had already proven faithful.  The apparent harsh discipline was really compassion and love!!! After reading much of the Old Testament my heart is struck by Gods love and compassion.  Do you know what He did to the Israelites who turned their backs on Him? I do.  I know that I deserve the same treatment they received BUT I'll never get it because of JESUS, He took it for me.  My &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt; found that verse (among MANY others) in Isaiah.  God knew the bad decisions I would make, He knew the pain I would bring upon myself, He knew the timing precisely. He knew I'd be in Isaiah, Knew I'd need discipline and He knew I would come to see His discipline as a sign of His love.  He knew, He told Isaiah forever ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I'm realizing now is that there is only one turning point.  There are no detours and there wont be, our mistakes and wanderings are included in His plan.  We think that sometimes we wander away from Him, but we forget that His love pursues us -even when our back is turned- therefore we can NEVER actually be AWAY from Him...  Everything is as it should be.  Whatever happens, whatever mistakes we make, whatever victories we celebrate, whether we think we did it ourselves or it was Divine intervention it did not surprise God.  He saw it coming and He provided a way for it to be used for His glory. I am finding great peace in knowing that He really does know exactly who I am and what I'll do, and that He knew me while the prophets and patriarchs were still in their sandals.  He had already accepted me with all my future faults and loved me enough to provide a way out. A way to peace.  A way through the desert of my humanity and into His heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all so big.  His love. His plan. His Majesty.  It's an ongoing AHA!!! moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed my friends, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;WP Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5622389271563082686-2096789348253104018?l=jenmallette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/feeds/2096789348253104018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5622389271563082686&amp;postID=2096789348253104018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/2096789348253104018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/2096789348253104018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/2009/01/aaaahhhhaaaa.html' title='AAAAHHHHAAAA!!!!!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727128136712878332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QmVKdVYChIg/SAvpFHXvseI/AAAAAAAAABE/95njuhtCxqk/S220/04-18-08-31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622389271563082686.post-5955485501743624750</id><published>2009-01-11T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:01:15.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wind Blows......</title><content type='html'>No noise, no movement, no chill in the air,&lt;br /&gt;No whistle or howl to whip through your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out of nowhere, no start nor end&lt;br /&gt;a wind stirs, a breeze blows, our invisible Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kisses your cheeks and wraps all around,&lt;br /&gt;It moves through the land with a joyful soft sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It travels, it carries, spreads color throughout,&lt;br /&gt;like a paintbrush from God it can blow away doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the trees dance and the daisies sway,&lt;br /&gt;the wind blows through our lives sending dreams on their way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--written by a 16 year old Jen, I just found it and I still love it.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you liked it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5622389271563082686-5955485501743624750?l=jenmallette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/feeds/5955485501743624750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5622389271563082686&amp;postID=5955485501743624750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/5955485501743624750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/5955485501743624750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/2009/01/wind-blows.html' title='The Wind Blows......'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727128136712878332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QmVKdVYChIg/SAvpFHXvseI/AAAAAAAAABE/95njuhtCxqk/S220/04-18-08-31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622389271563082686.post-5867826204232732033</id><published>2008-08-18T00:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T04:01:21.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God shaped hole.  Square peg.</title><content type='html'>I have a slightly broken heart.  I stumbled unexpectedly upon a need I had forgotten all about.  For a long time I was so blissfully buried in the adventures of the old testament I lost track of my need for human touch.  One day about a month ago a thought was whispered into my ear.  At the time it seemed fairly innocent (a very naive assumption on my part) but the Bible clearly warns about it in Ephesians Chapter 5.  I knew better but the liar is so tricky.  It was such a tiny, seemingly harmless idea...I resisted for a few minutes...then I gave in.  The result,  roughly a month later is pain.  A terrible ache in my heart because now I have to put distance between myself and someone I dearly love - to protect both of our hearts from further injury.  Why such injury?  Why does it hurt so deeply?  The answer is simple, I tried to  fill a God shaped hole with a square peg.  (I must add, the square peg in question is one of the most wonderful people I've ever known)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have needs, various important things we feel we must have.  Love, friends, security, wisdom, a home, food, money, dreams...the list goes on and on.  We all will always have needs and we have them on purpose.  If we didn't need anything would we need God?  God loves us so much.  He wants our attention and our trust.  We have needs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO &lt;/span&gt;that they can be met.  The trouble and so often the pain comes from us trying to fill our needs with out God.  Square pegs in God shaped holes.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD &lt;/span&gt;is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;truly our only need because He is the only thing that can satisfy all of our longings.  We were made to be His children, to love Him - be loved by Him, to glorify Him, to seek and trust Him.   We were made to need Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will not disappoint.  He knows our needs because He gave them to us.  He understands them when we do not.  I don't know why I need hugs so badly.  I am happy, I'm single but I'm not lonely.  When I'm not working the job I love (that He gave me which provides for all my material needs) I am nearly always surrounded by precious spirit filled friends who I know love me.  They hug me all the time but I still need to be hugged ... in a different way.  My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt; is that I need to be hugged by a big strong man who feels like he needs to be hugged by me.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That feeling is the problem, it's not the truth&lt;/span&gt;.  It's not what I really need.  The liar convinced me that it's a need so that I would get distracted and lost trying to find the man who could fill it.  The Bible says in Isaiah 54:5 "Your creator will be your HUSBAND, the Lord Almighty is His name!"  Yes, I know the Bible also says that women were created to be a helpmate to man.  So this longing I have for the strength of a man is part of Gods plan.  One day God will deliver me to the man I am meant to love but until then "HE"is my husband, my resting place, my shelter, my friend,  my comfort, my advocate, my counselor, and my strength.  As an added bonus He is also my Joy, my peace, my hope, and my ever lasting light. I am grateful that tonight He is my healer, restorer, and redeemer.  I believe the blood of Jesus will blot out the sin that is causing me great heartache.  My Father will fill the "square peg" shaped hole  with His love and peace. There is not a need in the world that cannot be met by the Living God who created the world and all it contains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can try our whole lives to find happiness and fulfillment in the world and we can be miserable every day.  OR we can look expectantly to the lover of our souls and tell our aching hearts "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my soul wait silently for God alone, for my expectation is from Him&lt;/span&gt;." (psalm 62:5) Only then will   all of our needs be met.  Only when we fully rely on God alone can our hearts be truly satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed my friends, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;WP Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5622389271563082686-5867826204232732033?l=jenmallette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/feeds/5867826204232732033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5622389271563082686&amp;postID=5867826204232732033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/5867826204232732033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/5867826204232732033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/2008/08/god-shaped-hole-square-peg.html' title='God shaped hole.  Square peg.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727128136712878332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QmVKdVYChIg/SAvpFHXvseI/AAAAAAAAABE/95njuhtCxqk/S220/04-18-08-31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622389271563082686.post-7302792422471304390</id><published>2008-08-11T23:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:44:15.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings about my treasures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Wow, I'm all done with vacation.  I went on the adventure trip and had an amazing time with some of the most wonderfull people that have ever lived.  I must say in the past few months my heart has become quite swollen and very spoiled.  I love you all so so much and am so intensely gratefull for you and the awesome roles your playing in my life.  Some of you have completely redefined friendship for me. It's like a whole new level of "friend" that I never knew existed. And if someone told me a year ago that friendships like this were out there I never would have beleived I desearved one.  Until now.  Because you allow me to love you back, so much.  And it constantly amazes me that I don't just have one amazing friend but I have ...5.   I know I've said this a million times but when I was growing up I never had friends and every now and then I'd get one for a little while and they would just break my heart as fast as they could.  A few of them even beat me up!  So really, I am just so in love with all of you.  So gratefull to God for blessing me almost rediculously.   You are my family.  I went to L.V. with mom and Sacremeto to see grandma for  8 long days!  I missed you all so much.  Drove mom crazy talking about ya.  I am so glad you all met for dinner while I was away.  Being able to talk to you all together, knowing that all the people I loved the most were all in one spot and all talking to me ....and you know that was a hard day because of the condition grandma was in...you all melted my heart that day...just by being you and being together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of you will never read this cause you just don't get online as much as some of us do.  so really,  I write this for anyone who may be reading random blogs feeling lonely.&lt;br /&gt;People can be so wonderfull.  Even if there is no one in your life now I beleive that if you look at Jesus and love Him, He will send you His people and they will love you through their love for Him.   I am simply overwhelmed by my friends.  It's almost like God is giving me the love of all the friends I missed out on while I was ignoring Him through the love of these five amazing brothers and sisters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my five...you are my greatest treasures.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going on any more vacations unless you all come with me, otherwise it's just not a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone who read this hoping to read an interesting maybe encuraging blog where things are spelled correctly ... please try back another day.  My head and heart are full  of things I'm aching to share but for now I just want you to know I love you.  Even those of you who are not my five...I love you.  I think there are something like 200 elementers out there now...and I love you all.  God loves you and desires so MUCH to show you, I happen to think if we let Him, He will show us His love through His people!  YAY for Jesus lovin friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Blessed my friends, I really do love you a lot,&lt;br /&gt;Warrior Princess Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5622389271563082686-7302792422471304390?l=jenmallette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/feeds/7302792422471304390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5622389271563082686&amp;postID=7302792422471304390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/7302792422471304390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/7302792422471304390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/2008/08/ramblings-about-my-treasures.html' title='Ramblings about my treasures...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727128136712878332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QmVKdVYChIg/SAvpFHXvseI/AAAAAAAAABE/95njuhtCxqk/S220/04-18-08-31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622389271563082686.post-6989684039690112007</id><published>2008-06-17T20:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:39:22.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone asked me for advice on how to quit smoking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;The first thing you do is STOP SMOKING. Put out the one thats lit and stop saying "I'll quit after this pack" I said that all the time for years. I had such a hard time throwing away smokes...and dont' give em away either...that's sharing bad stuff. Never good. You have to decide for yourself that you want and deserve a better life. Hmm can not smoking really lead to a BETTER life....or does it just lead to a lack of smoke? I 'm not talking about a longer life, although that is a nice side effect but I belive life will become BETTER...even if you already think it's great. Smokes are the FIRST thing I gave up. Call me sometime, I would love to tell you everything that came after that!! --the things that I wansn't able to mark on the calendar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would love to say "I relied on my faith and God did all the work" But truthfully at the time my faith was pretty limp. I DONT recommend this but I substituted ice cream for smoke for the first week. Then I had three day's at home with cigars and alcohol. I smoked a lot of cigars, drank a lot of beer and avoided sitting in front of the TV doing nothing. I sat in my bedroom and did nothing instead-it was kinda weird. I DON'T RECOMMEND THAT EITHER...but thats what happened and I'm not gonna lie about it. THEN I spent the next five glorious smoke free days on the REVO adventure trip. Everyone knew I just quit cause when someone lit up a mile away I sounded the "I SMELL A MARLBORO" alarm. I had quite a gift for detecting the aroma. The smokers on the trip tried to keep it away from me and the non smokers were an INCREDIBLE, AMAZING ,LIFE CHANGING source of support. Then when I was smoke free for exactly a month, they (one lovely saint in particular) celebrated with me. Melted my heart, that she remembered...that was a huge encouragement and new source of motivation...I didn't want to let her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps though some of the things I did to quit cigars and alcohol might be more helpfull. Because I beleive when I chose to quit smoking for the last time....it opened the door for my faith to begin growing. I am positive that with out the prayers and support of my brand new friends - at that point with my limp faith I would have failed fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step one : STOP SMOKING for yourself...not for the people who bug you about it...not even for your son. It has to be for YOU. Because you want a better life for YOU and beleive you deserve one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step two: Avoid your usual smoking spots. TV smoker? Read a book. Car smoker? Roll up the windows! invite people who don't smoke to ride with you. Make friends with someone who has bad asthma! Smoke when you drink? AHA avoid alcohol! oooh two birds..one stone...don't know if you drink but not drinking was a HUGE part of me not smoking!! It's sooooo easy to rationalize one smoke after a month and two beers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP three (should actually be step one) : Ask God to help you AND THEN IMMEDIATLY thank Him for giving you the power to quit! He already gave you the power, if you have invited Jesus into your heart....you invited in all His power and authority over sin. It's sort of a package deal...you get Jesus - You get it ALL, you don't have to wait to become strong...you already are because HE is your strength! The Bible tells us to let ALL our requests be made known to God, with petition and THANKSGIVING. (phil 4:6-7) And to beleive we've already received what we've asked for. Thats why we go ahead and thank Him. He has already given us what we need. It is up to us to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP four is REALLY POWERFULL: everytime you see a ciggarette, smell a ciggarette, think about ciggarette in any way for any length of time say out loud "I can do all things through Christ who strenghtens me. I will not smoke. I do not want it. I am a non smoker". If you can't say it out loud cause your afraid of drawing attention or looking like a loon whisper it. write it down. at the VERY LEAST say it in your head.I beleive it is the devil and his lies that make addictions stick. It is only an addiction. If God meant for you to be a smoker he would have made you a chimney or at the very least a bush (get it, moses, burning bush--ha ha). But no, He made you a beautfull woman, A reflection of Himself, a TEMPLE for HIM to dwell in, HIS masterpeice NOT a chimney. So quote scripture at your addiction, the devil has to flee if Christ is in you. Even if your not yet saved there is still POWER in Gods word. It is still a SWORD and the devil and his lies crumble beneath it! BUT the devil can 't hear your thoughts so speaking the truth is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally quit smoking cause I was tired of spending so much of my money on something that was hurting me. I got mad at Ciggarettes. They stole from me...at the time I had no idea just how much. As I quit my addictions I closed doors on SATAN. Now I know for sure(because the Bible tells me so) that he is prowling around me like a lion waiting to devour me because he fears me. He fears me because I found out who I am.I am the precious daughter of a mighty KING. A king who already defeated him once. I am a WARRIOR PRINCESS possesing the same power and authority that cast him out of heaven in the first place (because Jesus has the power and HE lives in me). I am not alone or unARMED. I am poised for battle, sheild up (faith) , sword drawn (BIBLE). My God can not be defeated. I will follow HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is who YOU are too. The enemy doesn't want you to know it...he'll hide your truth in a cloud of smoke. Blow it away. Step One. KNOW God has already empowered you. Step two. Stop Smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed my friends, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Warrior Princess Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5622389271563082686-6989684039690112007?l=jenmallette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/feeds/6989684039690112007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5622389271563082686&amp;postID=6989684039690112007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/6989684039690112007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/6989684039690112007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/2008/06/someone-asked-me-for-advice-on-how-to.html' title='Someone asked me for advice on how to quit smoking...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727128136712878332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QmVKdVYChIg/SAvpFHXvseI/AAAAAAAAABE/95njuhtCxqk/S220/04-18-08-31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622389271563082686.post-7561285674924009058</id><published>2008-05-10T15:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:20:35.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Must be important...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;So I read the final Harry Potter book in less than a week.  It was 759 pages long.  I started reading the Bible 3 months and 20 days ago. I have read only 469 pages.  I just finished 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt; Kings, I am very excited about Chronicles!!!  I think the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; of time it takes to read the Bible just goes to show how important it is that we do in fact read it.  Although Harry Potter was an awesome book that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed, it was in no way important --so it was not opposed. In fact, it distracted me from things that were important.  The devil loves to distract us. I have found that when I allow distractions of any sort to keep me from reading the Bible every day I open myself up for his lies. I'm thinking that is the point.  God speaks to us through the Bible, through His written, unchanging truth.  As we read it and store His truth in our hearts we become stronger in HIM.  The devil certainly doesn't want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What keeps you from reading the Bible every single day? Is it hard to understand?--it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be--we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to read it anyway.  God will explain in the time and to the degree that we are meant to understand.  What could possibly be more important than learning the truth that God specifically wrote for you? A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; show? I have never seen a show (not even " Lost " ) more exciting than the old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;testament&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you, pick up your Bible and read it every day. Read it with expectation! You wont be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed my friends, I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Warrior Princes Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5622389271563082686-7561285674924009058?l=jenmallette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/feeds/7561285674924009058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5622389271563082686&amp;postID=7561285674924009058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/7561285674924009058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/7561285674924009058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/2008/05/must-be-important.html' title='Must be important...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727128136712878332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QmVKdVYChIg/SAvpFHXvseI/AAAAAAAAABE/95njuhtCxqk/S220/04-18-08-31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622389271563082686.post-7067022090163811524</id><published>2008-05-03T03:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T03:59:40.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh, sweet conformation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So if you have ever asked me how my job is going I have probably told you how blessed and grateful I am to be employed at all. I have probably told you about the day when my boss (an out of work pediatric oncologist) sadly told me that she believed very soon she would have to give me notice. She just couldn't afford to keep a nanny that she didn't need. This was about two months after she hired me, and two months ago. That day, I looked her in the eye and told her not to fear, that I knew she was going to get a job. I knew that she was going to keep me because I knew that God put me in her house, in this exact job at this exact time for a very important reason. That reason being my church, my journey, and my adventure from Genesis to Revelation (I'm on 1st Kings). She was like uh, ok thanks. She smiled, stayed unemployed and never mentioned firing me again. Since then I have thanked God (nearly) every day at least once for keeping me joyfully employed. Every day I work has been conformation that I am doing what God wants me to be doing. It has been so much fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then last week one or two of Satan's nasty lies crept into my head and left big ugly footprints in my joy. I believe it happened because I let my expectations block my view of Gods instructions. I forgot for a moment (just long enough) that I should be depending on God and not on people. Yes, I certainly need people BUT I do not need people to validate or complete me, God has that under control. Nevertheless, I spent a few terrible days lost in sorrow, lie-arrows flying everywhere. I asked God for a sign that I really was on the right track. The first thing I got (heard in my head) was "the devil attacks that which he fears" then I got "hello, don't you read your own blog? you know what to do" and THEN seemingly out of nowhere, like it -UM dropped from the sky-MY BOSS GETS A JOB, she had given up, this job came after her! That was the one that really did it. That is God telling me that I was right all along--I was right when I was focused, listening to Him, searching for and finding Him in everything. I was right that this job is part of His plan and I do have it so I can focus all my energy on my pursuit of HIM. I was right, the lie arrows were wrong. It was Him telling me that I am who He says I am no matter how I feel. That I CAN do what He asked me to do because His word-the Truth says I can. That's it, He says I can. That means I can. And so I will-joyfully. I am excited again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P.S. Those footprints in my joy, God went and filled them with peace. I am so grateful!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Be blessed my friends, I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Warrior Princess Jen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5622389271563082686-7067022090163811524?l=jenmallette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/feeds/7067022090163811524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5622389271563082686&amp;postID=7067022090163811524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/7067022090163811524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/7067022090163811524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/2008/05/ahh-sweet-conformation.html' title='Ahh, sweet conformation...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727128136712878332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QmVKdVYChIg/SAvpFHXvseI/AAAAAAAAABE/95njuhtCxqk/S220/04-18-08-31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622389271563082686.post-1839882384022419693</id><published>2008-04-27T01:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T02:09:13.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OUCH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I must be doing something right.....'/><title type='text'>OUCH!  I must be doing something right.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Suddenly my mind is plagued with crap.  I don't know if it's because I poked the devil with my blog or if it's because I stood up publicly today as a leader for Christ.  It could also be just be my turn. Truthfully, I think it's all of the above but  regardless of why, I have the liars attention.  Oh, I still have peace  but today there has been an ugly- lie- ball bouncing around in my head casting a shadow on my joy.  I see it, I know what it is.  I have my shield held high and my sword sharpened.  I know I can, AND WILL have victory in Jesus, but today the attack has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;painful&lt;/span&gt;.  I need a spirit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;band aid&lt;/span&gt;.  The devil is not stupid, he is so clever and sneaky.  He knows just where to strike to do the most damage.   This may sound a little nuts but even though it hurts, I am a little excited by it.  The Holy Spirit has plenty of band-aids so I'll be okay.  I figure if I am not doing what God wants me to do then the enemy has no reason to notice me.  He feels threatened. It's conformation, I'm on the right track!!!  I KNOW  He who is IN me is greater than he who is in the world, so I have nothing to fear.  I also know that no matter how I feel, I am good because my creator is good.  I am who He says I am.  I am NOT how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed my friends, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Warrior Princess Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5622389271563082686-1839882384022419693?l=jenmallette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/feeds/1839882384022419693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5622389271563082686&amp;postID=1839882384022419693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/1839882384022419693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/1839882384022419693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/2008/04/ouch-i-must-be-doing-something-right.html' title='OUCH!  I must be doing something right.....'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727128136712878332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QmVKdVYChIg/SAvpFHXvseI/AAAAAAAAABE/95njuhtCxqk/S220/04-18-08-31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622389271563082686.post-1670257740371919046</id><published>2008-04-25T17:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T17:44:52.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The most important thing I've learned since learning how to read...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Simply put, biblical truth is not dependent on my feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I spent many years thinking that God was purposely avoiding me. I thought it was because I didn't &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; HIM bad enough, or perhaps for the&lt;strong&gt; right reason&lt;/strong&gt;. I needed Him. I remember thinking years ago "I want to be &lt;em&gt;wanted&lt;/em&gt;, needed is good but &lt;em&gt;wanted&lt;/em&gt; is better". I thought perhaps God was avoiding me because I was trying to &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; Him because I &lt;em&gt;needed&lt;/em&gt; Him so much. I figured it was hopeless, I'd never get it right. Hopeless or not though I kept trying because I really, really &lt;strong&gt;needed&lt;/strong&gt; Him. Every time I couldn't feel Him I felt farther and farther away and even more alone. After eight years of wandering aimlessly He has brought me out of the wilderness. PRAISE THE LORD! Now, I'm working on it but I have not read the whole Bible yet. Can anyone tell me, all those guys and camels that wandered through the wilderness, were they alone? Didn't they enjoy God's company through the sand storms? Going out on a limb I'm gonna say yes, God went with everyone He ever sent out. He never said I'll see ya on the other side, good luck my child. Apparently He didn't say that to me either. He was right there with me the whole time. Every time I cried feeling desperate and alone He was right there with me.....protecting me, &lt;strong&gt;sometimes from myself&lt;/strong&gt;. BUT I didn't know it , if you told me I never, ever would have believed you. In the course of 8 years I felt many things but I did not feel God. I felt alone, terribly depressed most of the time, worthless, unloved, ignored, hopeless. I went to church and felt dirty and guilty so I stopped going. None of the things I felt reflect God. Turns out they were all&lt;strong&gt; lies&lt;/strong&gt; planted in my mind so well I was &lt;strong&gt;convinced&lt;/strong&gt; that I came up with them on my own. That is the "atomic bomb" of spiritual warfare. The devil, the father of lies tricked me into believing that I was the problem. I was not the problem, I was the &lt;strong&gt;P.O.W.&lt;/strong&gt; and the truth really did set me &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is imperative that we all realize that we are at war. We are &lt;strong&gt;constantly&lt;/strong&gt; under attack, anything and anyone can be used as a weapon at &lt;strong&gt;anytime&lt;/strong&gt;. So what do we do? How do we know what is true and what isn't? I found the answer in 2ND Corinthians, starting in chapter 10 verse 3. It reads..."For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war according to the flesh. for the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, casting down arguments in every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, BRINGING EVERY THOUGHT TO CAPTIVITY INTO THE OBEDIENCE OF CHRIST. and being ready to punish all disobedience when your obedience is fulfilled". It is a constant &lt;strong&gt;attack&lt;/strong&gt; so it must be a constant &lt;strong&gt;effort&lt;/strong&gt;. So when I have a negative thought (which I still get every single day, lots and lots of them, all shapes and sizes) I say out loud, (because the devil can't read my mind) though sometimes it has to be a whisper "that is not true, it's a lie get away from me you ugly devil". Then I use his icky lie to make myself smile. I picture a tiny red devil shooting a fiery dart at me and just in the nick of time a tiny prison - bar - like box closes around the dart (which is the lie) and the devil looks at his empty dart bag and disappears &lt;strong&gt;defeated&lt;/strong&gt;. I laugh and thank God for the power of His truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible calls faith a &lt;strong&gt;shield&lt;/strong&gt; and His word a &lt;strong&gt;sword&lt;/strong&gt;. I believe it means that literally. We must have faith in the &lt;strong&gt;Bible&lt;/strong&gt;. Believe that what it says is true even if it doesn't line up with your feelings. It's your feelings that are questionable, FOR THEY MAY NOT BE YOUR OWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some truth you can trust: Hebrews 13:5 God said "&lt;strong&gt;Never&lt;/strong&gt; will I leave you, never will I forsake you" If you have accepted Christ as your saviour and King you are &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; alone. If you feel alone &lt;strong&gt;that feeling is a lie&lt;/strong&gt;. Take that lie captive into the obedience of Christ. Take away the enemy's &lt;strong&gt;weapons&lt;/strong&gt;. Defeat him in &lt;strong&gt;Jesus name&lt;/strong&gt;. Say that verse out loud. Say "God says He will never leave me. I am &lt;strong&gt;not alone&lt;/strong&gt;" say "By the &lt;strong&gt;power&lt;/strong&gt; of JESUS (who already defeated the devil) I command you devil take your lonely lie and leave!" That is using &lt;strong&gt;God's word&lt;/strong&gt; as a sword. The devil will flee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some more, Mark 9:23 Jesus said " If you can, &lt;strong&gt;believe&lt;/strong&gt;. Everything is possible for him who believes". Next time you feel inadequate and worry that you are not good, strong,smart, whatever enough quote Paul - out &lt;strong&gt;loud&lt;/strong&gt; so the enemy can hear your faith, say "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" (Phil 4:13). "I'm not blank enough" is a lie. You can see it's a lie because &lt;strong&gt;Jesus says&lt;/strong&gt; all things are possible. It's a fiery dart, use your faith in Gods word as a shield. Block the lie, watch the devil flee, and then laugh at him in Jesus name! It's okay to enjoy the authority we have in Jesus over the devil. When we use it I assure you My Jesus smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a really important one... Ephesians 2:8 says " For it is by grace (unmerited Divine assistance) that you have been saved, through &lt;strong&gt;FAITH&lt;/strong&gt; and this is not from yourselves. It is the gift of God". It is your &lt;strong&gt;BELIEF&lt;/strong&gt; in God's word that saves you. You must understand that faith is not something that can "happen" to you. Faith is very simply a &lt;strong&gt;choice&lt;/strong&gt;. No matter how much you pray God will not "give it to you". Sure, He may give you obstacles to strengthen the faith you already have, but the choice to believe Him has to come from &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;. Use your free will and &lt;strong&gt;choose&lt;/strong&gt; to believe&lt;strong&gt; Him&lt;/strong&gt;. That is why the reward is so great, it is not always easy to believe with out FEELING. It took me 12 years as a Christian to understand this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I believe Jesus did not die just to save us from an eternity in hell. He also saved us from experiencing hell on earth. He saved us from the devils lies, from feelings that are not our own. He gave us weapons to defeat the attacker. Our job is to store Gods word in our hearts and use it, it is our &lt;strong&gt;arsenal&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much more to share with you but I doubt you want to spend an hour reading my blog. (but if you do please let me know : ) ) So please tune in next time where I will discuss (in 300 words or less-maybe) that wonderful peace which surpasses all understanding. I thank God at least once a day for peace. I can't wait to tell you all about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab your shield and your sword, and watch out for darts. They are coming whether you choose to see them or not. Be blessed my friends! I love you.&lt;br /&gt;--Princess Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5622389271563082686-1670257740371919046?l=jenmallette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/feeds/1670257740371919046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5622389271563082686&amp;postID=1670257740371919046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/1670257740371919046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/1670257740371919046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/2008/04/most-important-thing-ive-learned-since_25.html' title='The most important thing I&apos;ve learned since learning how to read...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727128136712878332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QmVKdVYChIg/SAvpFHXvseI/AAAAAAAAABE/95njuhtCxqk/S220/04-18-08-31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622389271563082686.post-4794746382493598526</id><published>2008-04-24T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:48:11.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Yesterday I had lunch with Joe and God at Boston Market. We almost went to KFC but my gut said "ooohh Boston market". In the parking lot Joe got a VERY encouraging phone call. The church he attends in New Port Richey finally called him about an opportunity to join their Martial Arts program as one of the lead instructors. It's a ministry- no pay. So today Joe walked into a church and asked for a MINISTRY application. That in itself is amazing! I am so excited! He desperately needs something positive in his life and perhaps this is it! Yeah God, I can't wait!!! Thanks to everyone who prays for Joe. Lets keep it up! Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I am grateful for a very personal blessing I received inside Boston Market. At the register there were brownies. Eye catching, delicious looking, Big, Dark Brownies! I had to have one, but for later. I didn't even want it at the time but I KNEW I just had to have one of those amazing looking brownies. So I bought one, took it home, and went to work. Where my boss asked me to BAKE BROWNIES!!! for teacher appreciation day. Not only did I have to break the news to three kids that they couldn't have one, but I BAKED them and SMELLED them and wanted a brownie OH SO BAD!!! Then suddenly when the aroma was at it's strongest God reminded me. My Dear Adoring God who sees and knows everything knew how I would desire a brownie tonight. So He sent me to Boston Market instead of KFC to make sure I got one. Because He loves me. Oh, I love Him back. Yeah God! My God is really cool!! Better than a box full of puppies. That brownie was perfect. My God is perfect. Be blessed my friends and eat brownies. I love you. --Princess Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5622389271563082686-4794746382493598526?l=jenmallette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/feeds/4794746382493598526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5622389271563082686&amp;postID=4794746382493598526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/4794746382493598526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5622389271563082686/posts/default/4794746382493598526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenmallette.blogspot.com/2008/04/chocolate-blessings_5792.html' title='Chocolate Blessings'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727128136712878332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QmVKdVYChIg/SAvpFHXvseI/AAAAAAAAABE/95njuhtCxqk/S220/04-18-08-31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
