<?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-3671512654709937328</id><updated>2012-01-17T12:23:04.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE REVISTED</title><subtitle type='html'>Insight into the struggles of a renewed life.
A Faith Journey</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-5354780492795321981</id><published>2012-01-17T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T12:23:04.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When a Snow ball defeat you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q_arE-zzlc4/TxXYnMNbMoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/FuOKE4Iu2RY/s1600/snowball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q_arE-zzlc4/TxXYnMNbMoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/FuOKE4Iu2RY/s200/snowball.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698699071311262338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying out to God is so refreshing. I feel today as if my mind is free and my heart is lite. I know my difficulties are not all gone, but it sure feels that way today. I needed this break. I so needed to cast all my cares on Jesus. I was drowning in unbelief, self pity, and lack of self-worth. Not a pretty place to be. I just cannot carry it anymore, not even a little bit. It so defeats me. I am tried of thinking I can make this better, I cannot, no matter how I try to ease the pain, or make things right, it fails. I picture it like this. Me at the bottom of a hill with snow on it. I start packaging this small snow ball, which I can control, and fix, so I go to the next phase. I put it down in the snow and start to role up it up the hill. Everything seems find and it feels like I have control of it, It's getting better. As I progress up the hill the snow ball is getting bigger and now it is getting harder to push and my feet start to slip, but I still have control, and I continue to push it up hill. Then before I know it the issues and problems are so big and over whelming that the snow ball roles back over top of me and I am left defeated and sliding back to the bottom hurt and feeling so tried as if I cannot go on. For some reason I continue to do this over and over again. So now you know where I am today, I am not making that snowball, I'm not trying to fix the problems. I am letting God make the snowball, I am just walking up the hill, trusting God to fulfill his promises. I like this feeling. Thank you Lord for this rest, please help me to love this place and never make another snowball!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-5354780492795321981?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5354780492795321981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=5354780492795321981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/5354780492795321981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/5354780492795321981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-snow-ball-defeat-you.html' title='When a Snow ball defeat you!'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q_arE-zzlc4/TxXYnMNbMoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/FuOKE4Iu2RY/s72-c/snowball.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-8859350820443747174</id><published>2011-12-16T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T07:49:55.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE FOR GOD SAKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8YgpMVdGqCM/Tutobye7vPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ATGLiXCO5lQ/s1600/stock-photo-financial-crisis-and-change-concept-with-road-sign-47687494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8YgpMVdGqCM/Tutobye7vPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ATGLiXCO5lQ/s200/stock-photo-financial-crisis-and-change-concept-with-road-sign-47687494.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686753781102656754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We change when the pain of staying the same is greater than the pain of changing." This quote has serious impart if you allow it to sink into your soul. A life lived without Grace has serious pain attached to it. Why is change so hard? Why does their need to be pain attached to it. &lt;br /&gt;It is so true in my life. When I become so comfortable, I tend not to grow, I stagnate, I become complacent. I become lazy. I become unfeeling. I get arrogant, selfish, and petty. All true signs there needs to be some course correction. I never realized this until the desire to be a very mature man became a priority in my life. Now I am not satisfied to stay in a place of none growth very long. It becomes very painful to stay there. My mind races all over the place, My stomach aches, and I just feel so uneasy. My relationship begins to suffer, with God, my wife, and my children. As I fight the change it become unbearable to function as a mature person. I become sullen, quiet, and just plain rude. The pain is so self-Inflicted that I will either make the change or quench the Holy Spirit. How many times have I quenched the Holy Spirits moving? I cannot count them. But I can let you in on a secret, if you quench the Holy Spirits move for change, the pain goes away, your conscience is seared, and everything is good again, so it seems. Please consider what i never did. You hurt people, you become narcissistic, and you see yourself as never wrong. Then you have no need for change. &lt;br /&gt;Or you can just Change, and make it easy on yourself. You see we always have a choice, a free will, A crossroad, which reminds me of another quote. " Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference." Change is the less traveled by road, because it takes us out of our comfort zone, and makes us grow.&lt;br /&gt;Change is what continues to make our lives interesting. It really is a good thing. As I grow and mature with each step in my life I continue to see opened doors of faith, mercy and special events I would of missed without the change.  Change is very hard, but it does make all the difference! Please Lord do not let me rest in myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-8859350820443747174?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/8859350820443747174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=8859350820443747174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/8859350820443747174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/8859350820443747174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2011/12/change-for-god-sake.html' title='CHANGE FOR GOD SAKE'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8YgpMVdGqCM/Tutobye7vPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ATGLiXCO5lQ/s72-c/stock-photo-financial-crisis-and-change-concept-with-road-sign-47687494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-8005995484624918920</id><published>2011-12-08T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T12:21:21.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOM, The Spirit Moves...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HAM6X__bvHQ/TuE8sORtEqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/aA6GfEylBqY/s1600/those_who_tell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HAM6X__bvHQ/TuE8sORtEqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/aA6GfEylBqY/s200/those_who_tell.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683890935162540706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again, up in the night, can't sleep with an uneasy feeling and a pit in my stomach. The Holy Spirit is moving and I can't stop it, I don't want to stop it now, because I know a break through is coming. A crossroads. A turning point. I use to fight these, and quench the Holy Spirit, because I couldn't admit I was wrong, or it did not fit into the spiritual garbage I was taught. He is stirring the essence of my being. He is saying, your pool is to small, expand it, stop fighting against the people you know and the things you were taught. Get a different perspective. &lt;br /&gt;I am here because 3 things happen to me in one day that really caused me much discomfort and angst. My father in law wrote a letter and said I needed to make his wife a saint to be worshiped. My Father told me the LORD would never move that way, and I needed to face reality. My friend gave me some news that really made me doubt honesty. All these things shook the core of my being. So I found myself asking why? Answer: Because it flew in the face of truth, and I want truth in my life, I don't want to have to believe all the Christian ease that makes everything okay. I want to believe my mother in law was a good person, but she was not a saint. My Dad may be right in his experience and faith, but I believe My God could do it differently. He is that big! My friend needs God's grace and mercy and he need a good faithful friend. &lt;br /&gt;I sometimes feel I am always fighting or rebelling against what I have been taught, or what I know.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be here here anymore, I want to find peace in a bigger pond, or community of people of faith. Where they believe and know God is working, where honesty reigns and maturity abounds. Thank you Holy Spirit for stirring this middle aged man to be better and more in tuned with your heart and soul, and mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-8005995484624918920?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/8005995484624918920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=8005995484624918920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/8005995484624918920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/8005995484624918920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2011/12/boom-spirit-moves.html' title='BOOM, The Spirit Moves...'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HAM6X__bvHQ/TuE8sORtEqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/aA6GfEylBqY/s72-c/those_who_tell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-2622820306887997955</id><published>2011-12-07T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T06:42:17.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO I DON"T</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fOOCYZCGYgs/Tt97MwqIFkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6vsGqFY_zzQ/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fOOCYZCGYgs/Tt97MwqIFkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6vsGqFY_zzQ/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683396713915094594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord keep me from projecting my feelings and emotions on to other people. Again I am reminded how much I hate it when someone does this to me. &lt;br /&gt;Let me just say I am not feeling what was said to me. I am not doing what you said I was. I don't feel that way. I'm not tired. There doesn't half to be a reason. So you don't half to make one up to be okay with it, or to make you feel better. What you are feeling has nothing to do with me. &lt;br /&gt;I have done this, I have made it the other persons fault, for reasons I don't want to do it. If I can get it transferred I don't half to feel guilty for not wanting to do it. Help me rather be honest, and just let the other person know my real feelings. Keep me from passing guilt to others for my lack of maturity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder to self: Let the Holy Spirit change people. Thank you Lord for working on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-2622820306887997955?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2622820306887997955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=2622820306887997955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/2622820306887997955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/2622820306887997955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-i-dont.html' title='NO I DON&quot;T'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fOOCYZCGYgs/Tt97MwqIFkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6vsGqFY_zzQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-1940898328988026999</id><published>2011-12-06T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T07:08:56.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do We really need to be yelled at!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCvL2Cn3iCM/Tt4vk3wkO_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/KLoA_KAIR1I/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCvL2Cn3iCM/Tt4vk3wkO_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/KLoA_KAIR1I/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683032090277592050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really bothered by something. Why does my pastor believe he need to yell to get his point across. As I grow with maturity, this has really started to plague me. Every week, I can't seem to hear what he is saying, its like he is trying to force it down my throat so that I will believe it. It is getting so tiresome. I want to be taught with the wisdom and maturity that Christ spoke to his disciples. Even when he rebuked them He didn't yell. He talked to them, admonished them, and up lifted them. I am not looking for my ears to be tickled here. I want to be spoken to as an adult, not a child. As I tradition to adult relationship with my children, there is no room for discipline or instruction, It is listening, sharing and encouraging them. Christ loves us, He wants us to grow up, and see the world as hurting and needing encouragement. I need that too. I wish my pastor would recognize that and stop yelling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-1940898328988026999?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/1940898328988026999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=1940898328988026999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/1940898328988026999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/1940898328988026999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-we-really-need-to-be-yelled-at.html' title='Do We really need to be yelled at!'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCvL2Cn3iCM/Tt4vk3wkO_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/KLoA_KAIR1I/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-6380177764640181222</id><published>2011-12-05T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:40:29.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Promise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v86qdAtbUio/Tt058PPzYxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/D0vWv6aiLdU/s1600/promise-scout.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 91px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v86qdAtbUio/Tt058PPzYxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/D0vWv6aiLdU/s200/promise-scout.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682762011859182354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 12 4-14 Message Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this all-out match against sin, others have suffered far worse than you, to say nothing of what Jesus went through—all that bloodshed! So don't feel sorry for yourselves. Or have you forgotten how good parents treat children, and that God regards you as his children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My dear child, don't shrug off God's discipline,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      but don't be crushed by it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It's the child he loves that he disciplines;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      the child he embraces, he also corrects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is educating you; that's why you must never drop out. He's treating you as dear children. This trouble you're in isn't punishment; it's training, the normal experience of children. Only irresponsible parents leave children to fend for themselves. Would you prefer an irresponsible God? We respect our own parents for training and not spoiling us, so why not embrace God's training so we can truly live? While we were children, our parents did what seemed best to them. But God is doing what is best for us, training us to live God's holy best. At the time, discipline isn't much fun. It always feels like it's going against the grain. Later, of course, it pays off handsomely, for it's the well-trained who find themselves mature in their relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 12-13So don't sit around on your hands! No more dragging your feet! Clear the path for long-distance runners so no one will trip and fall, so no one will step in a hole and sprain an ankle. Help each other out. And run for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14-17Work at getting along with each other and with God. Otherwise you'll never get so much as a glimpse of God. Make sure no one gets left out of God's generosity. Keep a sharp eye out for weeds of bitter discontent. A thistle or two gone to seed can ruin a whole garden in no time. Watch out for the Esau syndrome: trading away God's lifelong gift in order to satisfy a short-term appetite. You well know how Esau later regretted that impulsive act and wanted God's blessing—but by then it was too late, tears or no tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-6380177764640181222?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6380177764640181222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=6380177764640181222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/6380177764640181222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/6380177764640181222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-promise.html' title='What a Promise!'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v86qdAtbUio/Tt058PPzYxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/D0vWv6aiLdU/s72-c/promise-scout.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-8042090521595114828</id><published>2011-12-05T13:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:31:20.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realized Immaturity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AjOVi6tpOs4/Tt04GHo99RI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/N1-KCw3pmZs/s1600/images-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" width="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AjOVi6tpOs4/Tt04GHo99RI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/N1-KCw3pmZs/s200/images-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been humbled once again by the actions of myself. You see I have been looking at maturity as an incident, not as an event. One situation to another situation. But I just came to grips that immaturity starts with the first act, then it plays out a scenario, and know matter how mature you are with each incident, the whole event will suffer the immaturity. I will share a story with you. I was tired and hot, didn’t want to do another thing that required a lot of thought and emotion. But the sad thing about it, I was giving a lot of emotion about not wanting to do the event requiring my attention. Hint: Immaturity started here. Self took over, Note: No dying to self. My wife proceed to give me sound advice, sharing her heart with me, which I was not contradicting, just really wasn’t taking it to heart. I was so worried about resting and getting to a place that was cool, I missed her words of blessing one of our children. Understand I was not against the situation requiring I be connected to. I just didn’t want to do it then, I wanted to put it off for a day. Note: Immaturity still present. As time progress in the evening, My wife brought the situation to lite as we were sitting around the dinner table, which brought the situation to lite in front of our children. Which reminder me of my behavior in the car, and all the emotions of putting the event off another day. Now I felt trapped, and how could she put me on the spot like that. I was not wanting to have this conversation with my son right then, remember I was tired. Note: self, still in charge. I was able to ignore the situation, and my son left the house. The situation, buying a new used car. I was concern how he was going to pay for it, with going to college. I new he had been saving money for awhile now, because we had talked about buying a car earlier this year, which he decided it was a good idea to wait. I was so proud of him for that, so I wanted to have this conversation with him again, before we went and looked at one. I wanted to take any stress off him and me, financially. This is a mature thing to do right, but understand I didn’t want to do it today. I was tired, just wanted to rest. Note: immature. Well while he was gone, I got on Kelley blue book, did some research, found out what he was telling me, was great research he had done, and it was a good price for the car. We had a great conversation about his finances and I really felt good about going to look at it. But understand It was going to be past 8:30pm before we could go see it, I still had to milk the cows, and it was really hot outside, and I new I would even be all the more tired and hot. Note: Only thinking of myself. Finishing the barn chores. I was very hot, Decided to jump in the pool, swim with my daughter, which was good right. Spending time with her. Came inside took a shower, felt refreshed, ask my son if he wanted to still go. Note: Maturing right! Here it was 9:30pm. Driving 30 minutes to see this vehicle, We got there, the man was waiting for us, we drove the vehicle, it proved to be very good for the money, My son was talking to him about his best price, which we both were surprise with what he said, We were sharing things about our life's, and the young man express to us how he felt the Holy Spirit told him to give us the vehicle for $4000.00 He was asking $5300.00. Me ad my son about fell over I think, what a blessing, The Lord was showing my son, he was there for him, was looking out for his finances. We both felt so good about everything, had a great ride home. Note: Felt good I chose to go, would of missed the blessing of God. Mature right! When we got home every one was asleep, so our news would have to wait to in the morning. So me and my wife get up early to do the chores. So I am telling her about what happen, she was so excited, we were praising God. Note: Mature yes! Then self took control again, I proceeded to ask her not to put me on the spot in front of children, from the night before. Note: Very Immature! She didn’t take that it very well, I persisted to make my point, saying I am just asking a simple request. She made a statement, that shocked me in to reality again. You are robbing me of the joy of what the Lord has just done. She was so right! You see I didn’t realize I was being immature from the start, I thought I had the right to be able to rest, to put it off for another day, But I didn’t die to self, and it started a change of events that lead to a broken relationship with my wife. Which I have come to hate more than ever. I could of had a broken relationship with my son. So I have realized just today that immaturity starts a whole event and not just an isolated incident. Note: This is so important, Holy Spirit please point out to me the start of the immaturities, Please continue to show me that dying to self is putting my feeling aside so others might be blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-8042090521595114828?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/8042090521595114828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=8042090521595114828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/8042090521595114828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/8042090521595114828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2011/12/realized-immaturity.html' title='Realized Immaturity'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AjOVi6tpOs4/Tt04GHo99RI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/N1-KCw3pmZs/s72-c/images-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-915426073280460636</id><published>2011-12-05T13:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:39:45.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession of a Pharisee</title><content type='html'>﻿&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9-wo5oCvsk/Tt02bCJ2kbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/x4fBuwGOKT0/s1600/images-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="169" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9-wo5oCvsk/Tt02bCJ2kbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/x4fBuwGOKT0/s200/images-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Believe me, I was a law abiding, bible believing Christian Man, age of 40, at a maturity level of about an 18 month old. I would take my plastic car and run it into every situation. Letting my wife and children know I was in control, and dictating every situation. I was given that position by the interputation of scripture. I had all the answer. I was the high priest of my house, expecting everyone to live to the standard of the bible. Living what I thought a happily marriage life. Yes we had some problems, of course. I would of rated my marriage as an 8 out of 10. My wife on the other hand. Let’s ask her. Here it is, a 2. How could we be so far off from each other’s assessment of our marriage? One day 3 years ago my wife came to me with a question. Do you believe I am your equal? The bible talks about being joint heirs in Christ. What do you think I said and did? I became very irate, took her to Genesis, gave her the truth as I new it, as an 18 month old child. Because of sin, you were put under me, I am responsible for you and I will be held accountable for you, and I take that very serious. I am the high priest of our home. You are a joint heir in your salvation. I showed no love, compassion, gentleness, kindness or any fruit of the Spirit. Maturity shows all these things, so I am admitting to you, I had no maturity as a Christian. Where have we heard this before? I will tell you form those who are unwilling to admit where it came from. From the God fearing preachers of my youth, teenage years and my adult years. In the name of Jesus there is a multitude of sinning going on, miss interputation of scripture, and truth that fit into the maturity level of small boys in the body of men. This immaturity brings about no compassion, dictators, selfishness, and lovers of ourselves. Some where as a child I stop growing, I built many wall to protect myself from people that hurt me. I withdrew with my many insurcuties. My weakness were squeched by my manliness. No one was going to hurt me ever again. I was king of my household. Did I mention I had God on my side. Paul says, God Forbid! I’m saying to you men who read this note and do not look at your life. God Forbid!How many men out there would say they have good marriages, and good relationships with their children? I would say 90% of all men would say they do or did. But if we asked the wives we would get and entire different answer. Why is this? We as men would say it is our wives fault and our children are just immature or teenagers. We are so good at passing the buck. We do not see our own immaturity, because we have not matured. Children do not know they are immature. They are blind to the fact, until they are shown and then choose to change there free will, or flesh. This is a reality that few of us men will ever realize. There are two persons who can help us with this, the Holy Spirit and our wife. I can hear the argument now. I know the Holy Spirit can speak to me, but my wife. I am the head of the house. I am the spiritual leader of my family. How does my wife have any authority here? She has no authority and does not want it, she is your God ordained helpmeet. Isn’t that what the Bible says. She is the closest to us. She knows us, She certainly know your flesh is weak. Take some time and just listen to what she is saying to you without defending or commenting. You will be amazed! She is probably saying to you. I need a hug, I need you to help with the children, and I would like to spend more time with you. Can we pray together? Why are you yelling at me? Why do you make me feel small? All the time we are coming back with excusing of why we cannot do it. Is this what maturity would do. The reality of this is we do not take hold of our place as the husband. Standing out in front of our family meeting there needs. We don’t under stand what scripture is teaching. We are content to be a child and bark out order without any thought to what we say or do.Love your wife as Christ loved the church and gave Himself for it. If you are like me, you have struggled with this expression, what does it really mean? As many preachers’ messages state, would you lay down your life for your wife? That’s easy, why of course I would. That’s because it plays right into my pride as a man. I would gladly take a bullet for her, even if our relationship was not that good. I would die a hero, and be labeled, as he really loved his wife. Is that what your wife would say about you? I think not in 90% of marriages.Die daily, die to self, take up your cross and follow me.How many of us men know what that means? I would say only about 10%. We as men really have not matured to the age of 5, so these two concepts or statements, really mean nothing to us.So the first quest to understanding these two scriptural concepts is first maturing. Growing up, if you will. Let’s really look at our lives. We are mature looking on the outside, but on the inside?Answer these questions. How many times do you have to be in control? How many times do we throw a temper tanumn? How many times do we expect life to be a certain way? What do we give up? Do you tell your wife you love her more than 3 times a day? Do you control how the money is spent? Do you help your wife after a hard day at work? Are you a peacemaker? Do you bring healing to your wife? Do you let your wife control the remote control for the TV? Do you see your wife as an equal to you? How many times have you just listened to your wife without trying to fix the problem? Do you dehumanize your wife? Do you put your wife down? Do you think your wife is stupid? Do you think you have Godly wisdom? Is your wife really happy? The questions could go on and on. I think by now you get where I am going with this.We do not love our wives as Christ loved the church, nor do we die daily to ourselves.How many of us give up our wants, desires? How many of us just serve our wives? The laying down of our life, so she is the most important thing to us. What would we need to give up? Our time? Our right to be right? Our immature behavior? Our selfish pride? Many hobbies? The right to our opinion? Do you see how selfish we are? If we did one of these things, we would be on the right track. A whole life is what Christ meant in the above concept. Do we understand if we are not following through with the concept we are abusing someone. What is abuse? It is much more than hitting someone. It is putting others down, to build us up, to put it very simply. How many times do we do this in a day? Do you do this to your wife? I will say to you without knowing you, because our sin nature is naturally selfish, we will always put our needs above our wife first. Because of free will, we will always have to choose to serve our wives over ourselves. So now you are catching on to what it means to die daily. Freewill will need to die, our humanness. Right now, you are probably saying, this does not seem to be fair? You are right, it is not fair! Christ is not calling us to fairness. Is that hard to understand? Hell yes! Again freewill dictates to us, Self. We as men have been taught we are the head. We have been taught we get our self worth from this. We have perverted it in to dominating every avenue of our life, and if it doesn’t go our way, we throw a temper tantrum. We can pout, yell, be silent, run and just plain be immature. You know that comes naturally, because of freewill. So if freewill is our flesh, then we can choose a different path. What a concept? No longer can we say, this is how God made me, and you need to accept me for the way I am. You need to love me, you need to overlook and just get over your dislikes of what I do. It time men to grow up and take the place God intended for us. He intended for us to be mature, to get our self worth from Him, to Honor our wives as the weaker vessel. To die to self, our flesh. We our initiator in the relationship with our wives and children. They will respond to how we act, mature or immature. They will let us know everyday what they needs are. The scriptures call us to be kind, gentle, long suffering, forgiving, and preferring others to ourselves. How many of us men can honestly say we do this on a daily basis. I don’t know of one. Right now I can hear you saying. Well they do not do that for me. Again you would be right. But you are still looking for fairness. We are not called to fairness. We are call to die to ourselves. Once you start to grasp this concept, you will see where you and the devil have errors in your thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-915426073280460636?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/915426073280460636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=915426073280460636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/915426073280460636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/915426073280460636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2011/12/confession-of-pharasee.html' title='Confession of a Pharisee'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9-wo5oCvsk/Tt02bCJ2kbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/x4fBuwGOKT0/s72-c/images-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-7702936617835050034</id><published>2011-12-05T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:15:18.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where was the Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXuNwUKMJCM/Tt00TgoQfCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KxUBpDDP9rA/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXuNwUKMJCM/Tt00TgoQfCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KxUBpDDP9rA/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682755814592379938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just realized I never taught my Kids to Love God! I taught them how to obey God. To do his commandments. Not to sin, to do right no matter what. To do all things to the Glory of God. To live a righteous life. Wow, did I miss the mark! If I would of taught them to Love God they would of on there own wanted to do all those things I mentioned above. See when you love someone, you want the best for them, you want to do your best for them. You want to make them happy. You love to see that smile on there face. You love and want the words that they speak to you. If only I had taught them to love God, they would know how to love there family, there friends. They would never have to fear God. They would know if he disciplines or test. He still loves them, and wants the best for them. That he would hug them no matter what happens. Please Lord teach my children to love you, where I failed you. Holy Spirit help me to start teaching to Love God first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-7702936617835050034?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7702936617835050034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=7702936617835050034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/7702936617835050034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/7702936617835050034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2011/12/where-was-love.html' title='Where was the Love'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXuNwUKMJCM/Tt00TgoQfCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KxUBpDDP9rA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-661039095525435314</id><published>2009-12-08T16:43:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:48:13.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of the Holy Ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SyFQUQVHDTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hwaslNnTOvc/s1600-h/F002_Dove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SyFQUQVHDTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hwaslNnTOvc/s200/F002_Dove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413696535987162418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard a message the other day on the Holy Ghost, I guess it never was presented in this way before to me. It had such a profound effect on me. I really believe until now, I wasn’t ready for it. I have been asking this Question for the past 4 years. &lt;br /&gt;“Is this all there is to the Christian life.” &lt;br /&gt;Going to Church, being a good Christian, keeping the principals of God’s word. Experiencing trials and disappointments without really seeing a better view of life. How come I don’t live in the blessing of God! Well through this process I have been shown that the blessing of God comes with the laying down of your self, dying daily to self. Oh I thought I did this, until the count it all joy trials started. There was not joy at first, but it has become that as the years have passed by. &lt;br /&gt;UNTIL you realize that you cannot function in this life without the Comforter, the Holy Spirit. The same power that Christ asked for, we cannot really understand the power of Joy in trials. &lt;br /&gt;I was finally there, then, I heard this message, that spoke the very words. &lt;br /&gt;“Is there more to the Christian life.”  Yes much more, He went on to say: When we start calling, asking and relying on the Holy Spirit. He said, we could have the Holy Spirit power to work in us and through us, and ahead of us. Everyday we need to keep filling our cup so that it is always full, and the Holy Spirit is the one speaking, and doing, not us. So, that we are not operating in our self anymore. We do not have to figure this life out. God has already done that. We are to be the vehicle for the joy. This really struck a nerve with me. I was ready to do this. I am at a point in life; I cannot do this life in my power. So I jumped in and it is making all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to hear this message www.lifechurch.tv Messages on the Holy Ghost #2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-661039095525435314?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/661039095525435314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=661039095525435314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/661039095525435314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/661039095525435314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2009/12/power-of-holy-ghost.html' title='Power of the Holy Ghost'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SyFQUQVHDTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hwaslNnTOvc/s72-c/F002_Dove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-3039439965731590943</id><published>2009-12-07T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:40:40.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day you find yourself covered in vomit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/Sx7xPHaJzhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Iw9FfxOEoa8/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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 /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;We all know the story of Jonah, God tells him to go to the city of Nineveh to preach repentance. He didn’t want to go, so he started running from God. As the story goes he ends up on the beach in a pool of vomit. What do you do when you wake up in life and you fine yourself in a pool of vomit? Not talking about what happens after you have had too much alcohol to drink. I’m talking about the vomit of a Christian life that is so hypocritical, self-centered, and self-reliant. A stinking sticky form of godliness. This is a spuing out of the month of God kind of vomit. I believe this is what Jonah experienced on that beach one day long ago. In all my years of what I thought I was running to God, I was actually running from God. I had my ways, my faith, and my will of God. I had no faith, no reliant, and no power of the Holy Spirit. I didn’t love or tolerate much. Oh I went through the motions of it. And I am afraid there are a lot of people like me. There is a saying that I have come to enjoy. The truth will set you free. Think about that. I was in so much bondage I didn’t realize it. Always concerned about what God was doing or not doing. Keeping the law and expecting others to do the same. God just wants us to be reliant on Him and to have a relationship with Him. He will use you when He is ready.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am so grateful to have been spued out of the month of God. He wants to use us, but most of us, just are not ready. As Jonah was not ready. God pursued him. Showed him his stinking godliness, and restored him to his purpose. Seek to be shone your true self, it will set you free to do God’s work, weather it is big or small, it all matters in God’s plan and eyes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Cambria;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-3039439965731590943?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/3039439965731590943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=3039439965731590943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/3039439965731590943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/3039439965731590943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2009/12/0-false-18-pt-18-pt-0-0-false-false.html' title='The day you find yourself covered in vomit!'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/Sx7xPHaJzhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Iw9FfxOEoa8/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-7178491287211174352</id><published>2009-07-06T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T07:10:45.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlightenment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SlIFhfqHf8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/0oA2zgGTOiA/s1600-h/a77_church1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SlIFhfqHf8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/0oA2zgGTOiA/s200/a77_church1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355348979888914370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have all heard the verse. Love your wife as Christ loved the church and gave himself for it. It is a verse that I have always struggle with. What is the full meaning? Yes, I can give my life for my wife no problem, that's easy. But what I haven't been able to do is allow all my wife's shortcoming and preferences, and principles, and wants and desires to trump mine. What I have come to realize is that is what Christ did. He took on all the junk of this world, put his wants down, even put his righteousness away, to die for my sins. Humility is letting all my righteousness go. It is dying to myself, so my wife may live. It is taking away all the expectations, and allowing her to want to serve, not an expectation to serve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-7178491287211174352?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7178491287211174352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=7178491287211174352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/7178491287211174352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/7178491287211174352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-have-all-heard-verse.html' title='Enlightenment'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SlIFhfqHf8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/0oA2zgGTOiA/s72-c/a77_church1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-8421001787818123725</id><published>2009-06-18T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:39:58.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerith Ravine/A cutting Down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SjqIguzcpVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MA-xrBQ5G0c/s1600-h/sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SjqIguzcpVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MA-xrBQ5G0c/s200/sam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348737603356894546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;http://www.lifechurch.tv/message-archive/watch/elijah/1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This message is a conformation of my Faith journey. Watch this message, then read my pass years posts or vice-versa. This will give you an insight to the working of the Holy Spirit. God is alive and working today.&lt;br /&gt;This is So Awesome! I have shed many tears of gratefulness that God is concerned with me.&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying I am a prophet, but I needed God to work so much in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season of Isolated Pain:&lt;br /&gt;very alone, hurting privately, A season of breaking, a humbling! A cutting down!&lt;br /&gt;A teaching that I could not learn any other way, than the way it has happened! God will break you!&lt;br /&gt;It is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;A.w. Tozer says this:&lt;br /&gt;It is doubtful that God can bless a man greatly, until he has hurt him deeply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total dependence:&lt;br /&gt;I will be faithful to provide for you. I have come to the point of trusting God for everything. A letting go of things I needed to control. Start living for the day, and what you can do in it. Daily bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional Obedience:&lt;br /&gt;God where are you? What God has provided, God can also take it away. To move you. This is where I am at today. Listening to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be known as A man of God that is what I long for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-8421001787818123725?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/8421001787818123725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=8421001787818123725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/8421001787818123725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/8421001787818123725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2009/06/kerith-ravinea-cutting-down.html' title='Kerith Ravine/A cutting Down!'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SjqIguzcpVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MA-xrBQ5G0c/s72-c/sam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-5850827731376997684</id><published>2009-06-18T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:48:52.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perference VS Principal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SjqIoHRz9cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lSOP1Vsdj3o/s1600-h/MPj03415220000%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SjqIoHRz9cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lSOP1Vsdj3o/s200/MPj03415220000%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348737730185786818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is unbelieveable when you here something that brings a life changing effect for you. Remember the post on rules. Well the Holy Spirit said 3 simple words to me through 2 different people, at different times, in different locations. Here are the words. Preference VS Principal. How many times have I asserted my will on someone using my principals to back up the righteousness of it. Are these really principals, or are these preferences? In my case the preferences out weighed the principals. I was judging others through the eyes of preference. When you understand this simple lesson, You can now die to self! You can now put others first! Your ways do not matter anymore. You will be humbled to find out that most of the rules you live by are preferences, NOT Principals! Let Go of the reins and start letting others live. See the blessings! Start saying no to self, and start serving others!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-5850827731376997684?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5850827731376997684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=5850827731376997684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/5850827731376997684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/5850827731376997684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2009/06/perference-vs-principal.html' title='Perference VS Principal'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SjqIoHRz9cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lSOP1Vsdj3o/s72-c/MPj03415220000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-1847828094352655883</id><published>2009-04-20T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:16:30.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There are 2 sets of RULES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SezmJBrU9hI/AAAAAAAAAFY/du77Jmzg17U/s1600-h/rules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 42px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SezmJBrU9hI/AAAAAAAAAFY/du77Jmzg17U/s200/rules.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326885502015829522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we approach our lives, we begin to set rules in which make us comfortable to live by. They tend to dictate the way we react to each situation that we deal with. They are secure for us.They make us feel comfortable. We never imagine that they can be selfish. How can this be, they work for us, why would they not work for others. The problem should be self-evident, but it is not. We don't seem to realize that another will have there own set of rules too. And believe it or not, they are different from mine. So who is right? They are both right or, just mis-guided. Whenever we self-impose our ways on others we create conflict. If we prefer others over ourselves, the problems go away.! Now there is no conflict. Why is it important for us to be heard. Because it gives us value! The other day I was talking to my wife Leah, sharing my feelings on a matter. I could tell that she just was not tracking with me. She had various reasons why. All of which I thought she should be able to do and understand. Is it wrong to expect someone to hear you, expressing something important to you. I have done it a million times for you, was the statement that was going through my mind. under my rules. The goal is here is not to speak bad of my wife Leah, only to point out that there are 2 sets of rules we have established over the years and the right thing to do is die to my rules for living life and pursue and honor her, putting each and everything under the blood of Christ. There is real value here, not just a quick fix!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-1847828094352655883?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/1847828094352655883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=1847828094352655883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/1847828094352655883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/1847828094352655883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2009/04/there-are-2-sets-of-rules.html' title='There are 2 sets of RULES!'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SezmJBrU9hI/AAAAAAAAAFY/du77Jmzg17U/s72-c/rules.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-2201903316484226501</id><published>2009-04-03T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:23:48.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jacob Generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SeiMgIZpciI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ju0pMB9pTXM/s1600-h/jacob-wrestling-the-angelnovak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SeiMgIZpciI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ju0pMB9pTXM/s200/jacob-wrestling-the-angelnovak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325661043004371490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I heard a sermon last Sunday that helped me put my life into some form of perspective. I have been wresling with God all my life. Why are things this way, How come you don't work the way I what them. I have been screaming, dictating, working out life in the way I wanted it to go. Still putting on the face of Godliness. Saying to myself, Whatever you want for me to do Lord. Do you know where that gets you in life? 44 years old and still asking is this all there is to the Christian life. Maintaining a Life style. Did you here that expression? MY LIFESTYLE. If that doesn't call for repentance, I don't know what does. This life is not about me, it about God and him working a perfect work. Do you know that your lifestyle can go away, and God is still there.  I am learning to just let go and Let God do what He is going to do. That doesn't mean I have stopped praying, actually, I fine myself praying more, reading the scriptures more. Wanting to hear from him more. I know Bill Maher would say I am crazy and ignorant, but He has not walked in my shoes. He has not seen what has happened in my life, heart and soul. I have a longing to be a vessel the Holy Spirit works through, and to be known for something different than I have known myself to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-2201903316484226501?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2201903316484226501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=2201903316484226501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/2201903316484226501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/2201903316484226501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2009/04/jacob-generation.html' title='The Jacob Generation'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SeiMgIZpciI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ju0pMB9pTXM/s72-c/jacob-wrestling-the-angelnovak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-489264873143749245</id><published>2009-02-17T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:19:40.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The #1 SPOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SZrwaoed-tI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yU9WHY5gmBc/s1600-h/imageProd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SZrwaoed-tI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yU9WHY5gmBc/s200/imageProd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303815851514657490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have come to realize, that making God #1 in my life is not an expression that I say, or that I believe. It is an out pouring of the chacteristics of God. It is the nature of God's being;&lt;br /&gt;being manifested through me to others. It is thinking or not thinking life is unfair, and I have the right. It is not the preservation of my beliefs, my likes and dislikes, my views, my principals. It is a daily repenting of my carnal self, Laying that aside and focusing on the relationship with the trinity. then with my wife, then with my children, then with my friends, then with the people around me, then with the world. How many times have I sought for the Kingdom of God, and it has only been for my selfish motivations. I haven't Loved, I haven't been Kind, I haven't been gentle.&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful the Lord has not given up on me, I feel Like Moses must of felt on the back side of the desert. A teaching time, A waiting time, A resting time. Please pray with me, #1 spot God #2 spot my wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-489264873143749245?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/489264873143749245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=489264873143749245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/489264873143749245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/489264873143749245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-spot.html' title='The #1 SPOT'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SZrwaoed-tI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yU9WHY5gmBc/s72-c/imageProd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-6330627776646916149</id><published>2009-02-12T08:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:46:17.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience, where is it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SZRVvaWI4sI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-TRqc_D5BKw/s1600-h/adhd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SZRVvaWI4sI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-TRqc_D5BKw/s200/adhd3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301956934336307906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In James 1:3,4 It says: "Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience. But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a welcomed verse of scripture. To have faith is to have patience, and to have patience it takes faith. Patience is so hard for someone who has many letters after his name. ADHD, ADD, RLS. So this is how God made me, It's my personality. So then my conclusion is: I will never be able to obtain true Faith. What a false lie from the devil, or my carnal self. Take your pick. The Truth is Jesus, so if I believe in Jesus, all things are possible. In my faith journey, The Lord took me out of my comfort zone, stirred up problems in all areas of my life, showed me I was a pharisee, humbled me, showed me I wasn't bound by my personality, taught me not to strive, showed me I was serving myself and not Him. Taught me I wasn't serving others, I wasn't preferring others over myself. Gave me feelings again, Showed me I didn't have the Christian life figured out. And most importantly has enlightened me that I don't need to be working on a project to be happy and content. Revelation! He has brought a change in my Life, So now I can gain Patience, and I can have Faith. What a miracle! What a Blessing! What a Loving God. So James 1:2 all of a sudden makes sense. "My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-6330627776646916149?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6330627776646916149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=6330627776646916149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/6330627776646916149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/6330627776646916149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2009/02/patience-where-is-it.html' title='Patience, where is it'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SZRVvaWI4sI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-TRqc_D5BKw/s72-c/adhd3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-4675396810121658803</id><published>2009-02-11T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:46:47.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be cut down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SZMQI99Qw5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/8UIahnCHuM0/s1600-h/living01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SZMQI99Qw5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/8UIahnCHuM0/s200/living01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301598932601717650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was reading last night my bible to calm my spirit. The Lord directed me to the book of Job. What a wonderful book. I found a revelation in Chapter 14:7. For the past 5 months I have been allowing myself to under go a pruning in my life. Some of it by choice and some by kicking and screaming. A cutting down. Before I read this I told my Leah, I felt that God had cut me down, and made me experience humility. He showed me I was a pharisee, so puffed up with pride. I didn't have love, I didn't have peace, I didn't have faith and the list could go on. What a sense of embarassment. Living you whole life as a christian, and not having christian values. Oh, that does not mean I didn't think I had them, because I thought I did. I had a form of truth, but I wasn't living the whole truth. It is a sad day when you fine out you are operating in a sense of truth, because you come to realize that the devil has got you right where he wants you. Believing you are good, and right. I heard a pastor the other day say. Truth is not a what but a person, Jesus. So I believe the Holy Spirit had me read this verse. "For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease." What a wonderful promise for a tree. If God can give this promise to a tree, how much more will he do with me.&lt;br /&gt;So, I am so looking forward to seeing the new growth that will begin to sprout from my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-4675396810121658803?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/4675396810121658803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=4675396810121658803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/4675396810121658803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/4675396810121658803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-be-cut-down.html' title='To be cut down'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SZMQI99Qw5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/8UIahnCHuM0/s72-c/living01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-7399945602119906719</id><published>2009-02-05T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:47:42.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices and Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SZMVGdfpmZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mNN0v3QJ8Ag/s1600-h/box+of+chocolates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SZMVGdfpmZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mNN0v3QJ8Ag/s200/box+of+chocolates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301604387085982098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life is a bitch sometimes, It is like a box of chocolates you never know what you are going to get. You have heard these expressions, and if you let it, it can control your day. I heard a message last night that put somethings in perspective for me. We as Christians have allowed Truism, not Truth to rule our daily life. A since of doing right, based off how we feel about a certain matter. The feeling that happiness brings joy. And at all cost I need to be happy. Or the opposite can occur, thinking your life is cursed, and dwell on the negative. I fell into the trap of focusing on the negative. You know what the Holy Spirit revealed to me. You can change anything in your life, even what your personality dictates you to be. How many time have you heard someone say, that's not my personality. I'm not like that, this is how God made me. This is a liar from he devil. At lest it was for me. A selfish place. My personality should never trump God's holiness, but it did. What a freeing thing, when you realize that you can change your personality, and not live in bondage to it. Dying to self is changing the perspective of your personality. Going against what makes you feel comfortable. Please pray for me as I change my comfort zone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-7399945602119906719?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7399945602119906719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=7399945602119906719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/7399945602119906719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/7399945602119906719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-is-bitch.html' title='Choices and Chocolate'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SZMVGdfpmZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mNN0v3QJ8Ag/s72-c/box+of+chocolates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-7174247067852295266</id><published>2009-02-04T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:48:06.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When feelings start pouring in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SZRQO5cpXoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9EaeI-sGORU/s1600-h/water-pouring-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SZRQO5cpXoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9EaeI-sGORU/s200/water-pouring-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301950878191279746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For so long I have taught myself not to have feelings. I had built so many wall to protect myself. Not letting people in, keeping them at arms length, and in some ways now I miss not being able to feel. It was simple then.  Since the Lord has soften my heart the feelings have started flowing in. Feelings of depression, jealious, fear... Love, tenderness, servanthood. What a dilemma. Sometimes God's holiness is just plain hard, but it is right. I am not experiencing guilt which is a welcomed relief. It's like a growing. A wanting! A sense of not wasting anymore time. A sense of focus and honor. A sense of not giving back to God out of duty, but out of love and respect for what He has done for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-7174247067852295266?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7174247067852295266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=7174247067852295266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/7174247067852295266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/7174247067852295266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-feelings-start-pouring-in.html' title='When feelings start pouring in'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SZRQO5cpXoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9EaeI-sGORU/s72-c/water-pouring-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-2932613783511230848</id><published>2009-02-03T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:48:35.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a SUPERNATURAL event</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SYiGYob_xrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/M_hJe5joEfE/s1600-h/Descent_Holy_Spirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SYiGYob_xrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/M_hJe5joEfE/s200/Descent_Holy_Spirit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298632719331215026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever read Acts chapter 2 for more than just the gift of tongues. Oh my, there is a supernatural event that is unbelievable. I compare it to the animals coming 2 by 2 to enter Noah's ark. The miracle of the Holy Spirit coming on them as a cloven tongue, was the prophecy of Joel. If you read in verse 5 and 6 you will see the the event come to life. It says: And there were dwelling at Jerusalem Jews, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;devout men, out of every nation under heaven.&lt;/span&gt; Now when this was noised abroad, the multitude came together, and were confounded, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because that every man heard them speak in his own language.&lt;/span&gt; If we take the Bible at face value we see that It took 10 days for representatives from every nation to gather at Jerusalem to hear the gospel spoken in there own language. The comforter came to spread the gospel, giving no man an excuse. Then they were given the commission to go and tell the world about why Jesus came. God is always making a way, we just need to stop and listen. The Holy Spirit has been speaking to me for sometime now, and I just didn't want to let go of what was carnal in my life. I can say today, I have experience a gift from the Holy Spirit. A language of speaking to my wife and family that is loving and and not hateful. What a wonderful gift of tongues. The Holy Spirit is stilling working today, speaking to us in a tongue that we can understand. We all hear differently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-2932613783511230848?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2932613783511230848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=2932613783511230848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/2932613783511230848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/2932613783511230848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2009/02/supernatural-event.html' title='a SUPERNATURAL event'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SYiGYob_xrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/M_hJe5joEfE/s72-c/Descent_Holy_Spirit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-4718296417984754170</id><published>2009-02-02T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:49:14.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh if we could see the Miracles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SYc75n4DQ4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/2qB6fGo4310/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SYc75n4DQ4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/2qB6fGo4310/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298269347767337858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why are we always looking for the big so called miracles? Do miracles happen today? What are miracles? In the Bible there is a story of Jesus changing water to wine. There is a story of a woman touching the hem of Jesus garment and her body was healed. There is a miracle of a woman at the well who needed deliverance from her lifestyle, and Jesus offered her living water. How many times do we only want to see the big miracles that happen. The Lord and the Holy Spirit have bless me with some miracles of restoration, of a change of heart, and the joy of living.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life we set our sites so high, that God will intervene in situations on a big way, not realizing we need to experience the little miracles along the way, so at the end of the season we can see the bigness of the miracle. I suggest that the miracles of the Bible are just little miracles that happened in people's life. We don't get a glimpes of the bigness of the miracles. Because we don't know the rest of the story. Do you know that a change of thinking, is a miracle, do you know that a love for your wife is a miracle, do you know that Blessing your children every morning is a miracle. Why is this? Because we in ourselves are selfish, preferring ourselves above others. Look for the simple miracles, I am, and it is changing the way I see God.&lt;br /&gt;"Drink from the Living water that I have to give" Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-4718296417984754170?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/4718296417984754170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=4718296417984754170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/4718296417984754170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/4718296417984754170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-if-we-could-see-miracles.html' title='Oh if we could see the Miracles!'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SYc75n4DQ4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/2qB6fGo4310/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-2697653124804086362</id><published>2009-02-02T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:49:46.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying to Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SYc3FW-OfxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jN8I7bu8Z5o/s1600-h/A_Lesson_Before_Dying_380x476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SYc3FW-OfxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jN8I7bu8Z5o/s200/A_Lesson_Before_Dying_380x476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298264051830128402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the scriptures it tells use to die daily to ourselves. What does that really mean. I have wondered this for years. Oh we know the surface reasons, prefer others over ourselves. do unto others as we would have them to to us. (The Golden Rule.) I believe the Holy Spirit has allowed me to experience dying to myself. It has been a long 2 months since I have written on this faith journey. As me and my wife have struggled through some testing time. Life was falling in around me. I was losing hope, because I was looking at life through my self-preservation eyes. How many times does self-preservation dictate our thinking? Dying to myself was a total change in thinking for me. How do you look at a situation? How do you react? What are the thoughts you have? All these things play apart in our being. For me, it was a revelation that I could chose to look at situations differently than my personality dictated. That is what I think dying to yourself at a root level means. It is a change in perpective not just a laying down of your beliefs and your way. It is about perferring the ways of other over yourself. It is looking for the good in people, not the negative. It is finding joy in the situation, not the bad. It is praising God in the midst of good times and bad.&lt;br /&gt;I Thessalonians 4:18. In everything give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful verse that helped me to die daily to my wants and needs and to perfer others over myself. We all have the Holy Spirit living within us, lets not quench him. What a wonderful gift God did, by sending the comforter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-2697653124804086362?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2697653124804086362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=2697653124804086362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/2697653124804086362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/2697653124804086362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2009/02/dying-to-self.html' title='Dying to Self'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SYc3FW-OfxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jN8I7bu8Z5o/s72-c/A_Lesson_Before_Dying_380x476.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-5706743196339136189</id><published>2008-10-07T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:50:47.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ministring Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SPKRrgFAHKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SN0S_fsEz2A/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SPKRrgFAHKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SN0S_fsEz2A/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256423891626106018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a story in the Bible of a prophet of God needing an answer to pray. It seemed that the prayer wasn't going to be unanswered. Time past, an then on the 21st day since the prayer, the Angel came to the prophet of God and told him he had been sent to answered the pray. Now the prophet of God ask why did it take so long for my Pray to be answered. The Angel replied, that he was fighting a host of demons. They were keeping the Angel from getting to the prophet. They were hoping the prophet of God would become discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;How many times are angel fighting to minister to us. I have been praying for a ministering angel for 4 months. Then last week He came. I had to give up something too. I was still holding some pride I was unwilling to die too. We wrestled for about 12 hours before I was willing to let it go. When I did the Angel was able to ministry. What a special experience. Oh to hear God speak everyday. The Holy Spirit is willing to comfort if we are willing to let things go in our life that are carnal. That old man sometimes has the essence of truth, blinding us from the complete truth. Seek wisdom and knowledge, release what is carnal in my life. Seek what is righteous. Remember the Holy Spirit is a bondage breaker. I want to inherit the Kingdom of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-5706743196339136189?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5706743196339136189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=5706743196339136189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/5706743196339136189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/5706743196339136189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2008/10/ministring-angel.html' title='A Ministring Angel'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SPKRrgFAHKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SN0S_fsEz2A/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-2122700876658139552</id><published>2008-10-03T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:24:54.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam's Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SOZg--KC_5I/AAAAAAAAADw/_rQxInP-Iyo/s1600-h/fruit2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SOZg--KC_5I/AAAAAAAAADw/_rQxInP-Iyo/s200/fruit2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252992650327555986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever thought about why Adam sinned in the Bible? I have pondered this event, and now I believe I have clarity. If we read the scripture closely Sin is passed down through Adam, not Eve. Why is that. Well Adam was created first, and Eve from one of Adams Ribs, according to the scriptures. Well I am not here to debate about, what that might mean. I think there is something more interesting here. Adam we know had a perfect relationship with God, They communed together. They had a close relationship. God noticed that Adam didn't have a partner, so He gave Eve to him. Here is the interest thing. Adam and Eve developed a perfect love relationship. A bond, a kindred spirit, a belonging to each other. So now the devil comes to Eve and tempts her to eat of the tree in the garden, they were not supposed to eat of. She eats and then gives to Adam to eat. why do you think Adam made a conscience choice to eat of the tree? God had told Adam, if he ate of the tree he would surely die. Here is Adam's choice. He chose the relationship with Eve over the relationship with God. I don't think God was happy with the choice, But I think he understood the choice. That is why he immediate made a way in Jesus his Son to redeem Adam(man). He is looking for that kind of commitment from us. Where you will sacrifice everything for a relationship with Him. The love between a husband and wife can be so great. But a Love between a husband and a wife with Jesus as the headship it will rock your world. Taste and see that the Lord is Good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-2122700876658139552?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2122700876658139552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=2122700876658139552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/2122700876658139552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/2122700876658139552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2008/10/adams-choice.html' title='Adam&apos;s Choice'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SOZg--KC_5I/AAAAAAAAADw/_rQxInP-Iyo/s72-c/fruit2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-8294296298176706608</id><published>2008-09-30T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:51:55.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time With A Tractor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SOK0iYhWIFI/AAAAAAAAADo/Q4_i-qVeVpI/s1600-h/672890-Tractor-with-mower-in-field.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SOK0iYhWIFI/AAAAAAAAADo/Q4_i-qVeVpI/s200/672890-Tractor-with-mower-in-field.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251958618258284626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mowing 30 acres with a brush hog and a tractor, gives you much time to think. Have you ever wondered why we only get a small percentage of Biblical characters life in the bible stories. I have. David I feel, gives us the most inner struggles of his day to day life. It seems when we read the bible stories we feel these guys received blessing after blessing on a daily basis. If we read the stories closely, there is much struggle. I want to hear from God on a daily basis, but it just does not happen. There is just a lot of Life that takes place, day after day. Pets and Livestock die, Air conditioners and wash machine go out. Tractors and cars break down. We lose money in investments, we are always in need. Then all of a sudden, It seem to get better and we feel the blessing of God once again. Why is that? Is it because God is not real? On the contraery. It is because we were created to live and work, and we lost the privilege to be with God on a daily basis. I am not saying we can not pray to him and have communion with him on a daily basis. That is still true. We lost the cool of the day walks as it states in Genesis. Where God took care of the garden, talked to Adam and he just enjoyed it. Sin brought so much change in the world. It change how God was able to interact with us. The bible scholars are saying yes because of sin we needed a savior, a blood sacrifice. Yes this is true, but I feel we lost something even greater than that. We Lost the still small voice, or the burning bush experience everyday. Can we still have though experiences with God, yes, they are just not everyday life. They will be again! During the 1000 year of peace on earth, when the Lion sleeps with the lamb, we will have that communion again.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong with out Jesus dying on the cross for our sins, and we repenting and accepting him as our personel sin offering. There is no way to have relationship with God again. It is only through Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;God walked in the garden enjoying his creations, all the beauty, and the pure communication with man. See we didn't have the old man, and sin, and problems, and other things getting in the way. It was pureness against pureness. Perfect with perfection. A mind link, I believe. My reasoning for this is God came looking for Adam in the Garden, because that pureness was broken. I Choose Christ today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-8294296298176706608?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/8294296298176706608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=8294296298176706608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/8294296298176706608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/8294296298176706608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-with-tractor.html' title='Time With A Tractor'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SOK0iYhWIFI/AAAAAAAAADo/Q4_i-qVeVpI/s72-c/672890-Tractor-with-mower-in-field.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-5622886008633862424</id><published>2008-09-26T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:53:24.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Law is Not Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNr4HmDMIcI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZsNFLRSRTVo/s1600-h/mayberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNr4HmDMIcI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZsNFLRSRTVo/s200/mayberry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249781125010432450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All my life I have lived by a strict code of convictions, why I don't do things, and why I do do things. These convictions have kept me out of trouble, and even kept me free from bondage to things and people. Laws are there to keep us safe right, make things all better and to keep us happy. And I am here not to dispute that. They have served me well. Can I share something with you. When your world around you seems to be falling apart, those laws can not help you. Oh sure they can give you facts and truth that will sustain you for a time, But they won't get you through the hard stuff. That's where Faith and Hope come in. I have been shown in the last few months that I have been lacking in the Faith aspect of the Christian life. I have always had a head knowledge that God was supplying my needs. But real Faith is total reliance. A dying of yourself, totally letting God figure it out and you getting out of the way. It was pride for me,&lt;br /&gt;Always remember we have hope, even when the world around us is falling apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-5622886008633862424?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5622886008633862424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=5622886008633862424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/5622886008633862424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/5622886008633862424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-law-is-not-enough.html' title='When Law is Not Enough'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNr4HmDMIcI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZsNFLRSRTVo/s72-c/mayberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-1354942181961120646</id><published>2008-09-25T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:54:18.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness The Lost Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNr4A0McK8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8cMx6J2gFdc/s1600-h/locker-poll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNr4A0McK8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8cMx6J2gFdc/s200/locker-poll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249781008548244418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It all started in Kindergarten, In most circle I would of been label the runt, and I was. I was of small statue, skinny, and a smart mouth kid. Have you ever been stuff in a locker and the principal had to let you out? Have been made fun of, just because your small. Have you ever been made to pea your pants, and then all the kids make fun of you. Have you ever been beat up from a bully everyday of your 5th and 6th grade year of school. Have you experienced a swirly. Have you ever been beat up in a locker room, left bleeding in the shower stall, with the water running on your head. Have you ever had so much hate in your heart you wanted to kill every kid that mistreated you. Have you ever been pushed on the floor of a school bus with 3 big kid standing over you with a knife, threatening to kill you. Have you experienced adults telling one thing and doing another, not keeping there word. Have you ever experienced a double standard in so called Christian people. Have you ever been so mad at God for making you short and a late bloomer. Have you ever been shuned by girls and made fun of. Did you have a smile at one time and lose it. Have you wanted to get even with people, and been controlled by it. Has it ever consumed you. Well I have experience all of this and somethings I will not mention. What do you do with all that anger.  With me it came to a head my Sophmore year of College. When the Holy Spirit ask me a question. You have a choice. Choose this path of hate you are on, or choose a path of forgiveness. To be honest I was so tried of the path I was on. It controlled every part of my being. That day I made a decision, I would let the hate go. I must of cried for what seem like two days on and off. I was shedding that hurt, I was letting it go. During that letting go, the Holy Spirit showed me forgiveness, Don't hold it to there account. He even showed me how to allow them to take on there low self-esteem and to build them up at my expense. A 180 degree turn from what I was. I call it my Saul to Paul experience, not claiming to be Paul in any stretch. I am so glad I was ask to choose that day. It has made all the difference!  Let it go, don't hold it to there account. See if it is not a freeing feeling, not be controlled by someone.&lt;br /&gt;It sometimes just boils down to a choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-1354942181961120646?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/1354942181961120646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=1354942181961120646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/1354942181961120646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/1354942181961120646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2008/09/forgiveness-lost-art.html' title='Forgiveness The Lost Art'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNr4A0McK8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8cMx6J2gFdc/s72-c/locker-poll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-5114333217158972500</id><published>2008-09-25T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:25:23.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy a Stranger a Drink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNr5Uy19AqI/AAAAAAAAADg/ybThLQgyeks/s1600-h/drinking.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNr5Uy19AqI/AAAAAAAAADg/ybThLQgyeks/s200/drinking.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249782451294503586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those small blessing make a difference. You never know what kind of a day someone might be having. Reach out to people. Do something unexpected. Be kind, Give a hug.&lt;br /&gt;Please remember to Bless people!&lt;br /&gt;I bless you all today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-5114333217158972500?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5114333217158972500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=5114333217158972500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/5114333217158972500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/5114333217158972500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2008/09/buy-your-friend-drink-now-buy-stranger.html' title='Buy a Stranger a Drink'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNr5Uy19AqI/AAAAAAAAADg/ybThLQgyeks/s72-c/drinking.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-2534369692397621066</id><published>2008-09-24T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:25:32.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Two Talent Risk Taker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNrx3teY4BI/AAAAAAAAADI/FbplmQjNLVU/s1600-h/chips.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNrx3teY4BI/AAAAAAAAADI/FbplmQjNLVU/s200/chips.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249774255055888402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a parable in the Bible about a 10 talent risk taker, a 5 talent risk taker, and a 2 talent risk taker. Have you ever thought about if you are one of the three? Have you ever met a 10 talent risk taker? Risking in life is one of those things we would like to do, but most of us are afraid to do. With risk there is always this thing called uncertainty, not a sure bet. I really like sure bets, where the house always wins. I have calculated all my life for sure bets. I have been able to risk the 2 talents in people, things, and life. I have always lived by the principal don't risk more than the ability to break even. Zero right! You can always start over.&lt;br /&gt;As the uncertainty of our world seem to be falling around us, we can't let the principals of the Bible be abandoned. Keep on risking, take that step of faith. Invest in someones life. Invest in that friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Remember there is a person in the parable I have not mentioned, he is the servant that buried his talent, not willing to risk anything.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord in the end punished that servant for not even spending it. Spend your talent, make it count! What are you afraid of, influencing someone life. You may never know what the returns are, but at least you will have a return.&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-2534369692397621066?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2534369692397621066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=2534369692397621066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/2534369692397621066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/2534369692397621066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-talent-risk-taker.html' title='A Two Talent Risk Taker'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNrx3teY4BI/AAAAAAAAADI/FbplmQjNLVU/s72-c/chips.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-6552402215340551108</id><published>2008-09-24T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:25:39.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The testing of a Milk Cow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNpckzEqhQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/elXaQoN_sQA/s1600-h/jersey.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNpckzEqhQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/elXaQoN_sQA/s200/jersey.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249610102908552450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we moved to the farm, I was so excited about buying my wife a milk cow. she wanted to raise her own beef and pork, have a garden , and get a milk cow. Well if you know me, I had to get a miniature milk cow, one that would hold it's value, and produce $5000.00 girl calves. I purchase Sally Lt from a farmer in Illinois, she was dried up until her next calf was born, so my wife waited patiently for the calf to be born. She finally arrived in April. I was out of town, my wife called me and told me it was a bull calf. She got confused with the umbilical cord skin being the place to go the bathroom. After we hung up the phone, I was so discouraged, the blessing of God must not be on us. That bull calf you see is not worth very much. Well to make a story shorter, we indeed had a heifer calf, and her name is Clementine. So the milking began, My pride over whelmed me and I was beaming from what the Lord had given me. A great miniature milk cow with a beautiful heifer calf, and 2.5 gallons a day of milk. Then that fateful day came. Can a Cow come under spiritual attack?&lt;br /&gt;Over night one night, My milk cow got sick with mastitis, (it is like staff infection) She got so sick unto death, the vet had to give her an IV in the field and rounds of antibiotics, and vitamins. Again I said to myself, Lord why are you going to let our milk cow, that cost so much money, that I brought for my wife die. During the sickness she has lost her next calf growing inside her, so she can't be bred until she is well, the other morning she was limping to the barn, so I called the vet, she now has sprainged her Hock, because she has been so weak.&lt;br /&gt;I have been struggling to let go of my pride, and trusting God to do his will. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to lose our Milk cow. I pray for her healing everyday and am now placing an ice pack on her leg 3 times a day. This morning she gave 1/2 gallon a milk again, after being so sick and not producing anything for 4 weeks, but the energy to stay alive. I am hoping she is out of the woods, but that remains to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life we need to get to this point. The Lord gives, and the Lord takes, blessed be the name of the Lord. That testing and trying of our faith is a very hard road. I am trying to count it all joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-6552402215340551108?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6552402215340551108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=6552402215340551108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/6552402215340551108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/6552402215340551108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2008/09/testing-of-milk-cow.html' title='The testing of a Milk Cow'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNpckzEqhQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/elXaQoN_sQA/s72-c/jersey.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-116765736900238804</id><published>2008-09-23T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:55:36.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On An Old Country Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlF0cHFa0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fR485AWXFWU/s1600-h/farmer.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlF0cHFa0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fR485AWXFWU/s200/farmer.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249303607878445890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Driving down an old country road I saw some old farm equipment for sale. I decided to stop, because I was in need of a disk to plow a new garden spot. As I started talking with the 81 year old farmer who had this equipment for many many years.&lt;br /&gt;He stared telling me of his life stories. He told me of his wife who had passed on, that he had no children, and he was selling his equipment to buy food. All of a sudden he noticed the cross I have worn around my neck for 12 years now. His eyes lit up. He said to me I notice that cross you are wearing, can I tell you about my heavenly father.&lt;br /&gt;He went on to explain, how the Lord healed him of Cancer in his 60's, How the Lord had been faithful to him all his life. His mind was full of scriptures from the Bible. He share and quoted long passages of scripture with me of what the Lord has revealed to him. What a treasure trove of wisdom. Did I mention he has alzheimer's. A miracle that God has preserved his word in this man's mind to share with thoughs who need it.&lt;br /&gt;I needed it on that day, He shared with me the Lord was not done with my life, He called me a young man, and God could use young men like me. I am 44 years old, I guess that is young in God's eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-116765736900238804?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/116765736900238804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=116765736900238804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/116765736900238804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/116765736900238804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-old-country-road.html' title='On An Old Country Road'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlF0cHFa0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fR485AWXFWU/s72-c/farmer.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-7312092131228218797</id><published>2008-09-21T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:25:57.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When things must go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNpmOqfHLzI/AAAAAAAAADA/8p3Ynuqtm9c/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNpmOqfHLzI/AAAAAAAAADA/8p3Ynuqtm9c/s200/DSC00041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249620717762719538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being an avid collector of many different collectibles. sometimes they need to be sold to free up your mind and life. Do you know they can control you, because they control me. I just made a move, and I packed all those collectible up and moved them, what a chore. I am holding on to them as some kind of security blanket. Well, when money gets tight, and you don't having any work, what are you going to do? Complain to God, that you don't have any money, or are you going to sell some of those collectibles. I am not saying collecting is wrong. If I had not collected some of these thing, I wouldn't have them to sell. The lord allowed me to sell my 1966 panel truck, for $6000.00, He as allowed me to sell $2000.00 worth of Military collectibles. This has allowed me to provide for my family when work is slow. You see, I've been taking the wrong perspective, Instead of seeing the Blessing of God, I've been seeing the cursing. I still have a lot of collectibles left, and I may be asked to let more go, but look on the bright side. I will have money to buy food and have a lot less to move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-7312092131228218797?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7312092131228218797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=7312092131228218797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/7312092131228218797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/7312092131228218797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-things-must-go.html' title='When things must go!'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNpmOqfHLzI/AAAAAAAAADA/8p3Ynuqtm9c/s72-c/DSC00041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-6472560876248956216</id><published>2008-09-20T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:56:17.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Care of The Man Of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlGC0pIxyI/AAAAAAAAACA/YdC27u6voPs/s1600-h/dollars_making_money.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlGC0pIxyI/AAAAAAAAACA/YdC27u6voPs/s200/dollars_making_money.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249303854981891874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a story in the Bible, that a widow and her son had a house at a certain destination that the prophet Elijah was traveling  to. He came to the door and ask if he might have shelter and food from his long journey. The widow and her son knew they only had enough corn meal and oil to make them one last meal for themselves. And now here was the man of God asking them for it, knowing full well they would go hungry.&lt;br /&gt;How many times do we feel like we can not spare anything, and decide not to give. I was faced with that the other day. We are so low on money, and the pastor of my church shared a financial need with me. I struggled on how I could spare that amount of money to give to him.  I even sought council if I should give or not. I was told I need to take care of my own first. Still struggling in my spirit, the Holy Spirit spoke to me, bringing this story to mind, and said “Remember the man of God.”&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the story. The widow decided to give her last meal to the prophet of God, not knowing her out come. As the prophet sit eating the meal the Lord told him to tell her that her oil and corn meal would not run dry, because of her willingness to take care of the man of God.&lt;br /&gt;Trusting God with our every need is a very hard thing to do. So far in this journey the Lord has provided me with work and income to provide for my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-6472560876248956216?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6472560876248956216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=6472560876248956216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/6472560876248956216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/6472560876248956216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-is-story-in-bible-that-widow-and.html' title='Take Care of The Man Of God'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlGC0pIxyI/AAAAAAAAACA/YdC27u6voPs/s72-c/dollars_making_money.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-7457742006149957613</id><published>2008-09-15T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:26:17.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember The Manna!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlGNtqANOI/AAAAAAAAACI/p5MBUM6qmn8/s1600-h/manna_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlGNtqANOI/AAAAAAAAACI/p5MBUM6qmn8/s200/manna_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249304042085037282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The israelites in the Bible had just left Egypt being slaves to the Egyptians. They were wandering around in the desert wondering where there next meal was coming from. It got so bad they were complaining to Moses, why did God bring us out here in the desert to die. Why did we not stay in Egypt, we at least had food to eat everyday, forgetting they were under bondage and torture.&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was in that same state of mind, wondering if God was going to supply me work to do, so that I could provide for my family. I was wondering why I had made the decision to move to Mississippi, leaving my corporate job. The security of that job. Knowing full well the Lord is teaching me faith.&lt;br /&gt;Then the Holy Spirit Said to me. “Remember the Manna”&lt;br /&gt;If we go back to the story of the Israelites and finish the story. The Lord told Moses to tell the people I will provide for them. Tomorrow morning have them go out and pick up as much manna as they will need for food for that day, any more than that would spoil. Each day the Lord provided them manna. He was teaching them to rely on God daily.&lt;br /&gt;See I told you God brought me to Mississippi to learn faith.&lt;br /&gt;Which He is manifesting daily, I still have trials and doubt, But I Can always Remember the Manna!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-7457742006149957613?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7457742006149957613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=7457742006149957613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/7457742006149957613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/7457742006149957613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2008/09/remember-manna.html' title='Remember The Manna!'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlGNtqANOI/AAAAAAAAACI/p5MBUM6qmn8/s72-c/manna_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-1324895259453393926</id><published>2008-09-07T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:26:26.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why We Don't Beat A Donkey Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNk9n9hbneI/AAAAAAAAABw/-wzG2epmQrI/s1600-h/donkey.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNk9n9hbneI/AAAAAAAAABw/-wzG2epmQrI/s200/donkey.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249294597416000994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember the story in the Bible about Balum beating his donkey because it wouldn’t go the way he wanted it to go.&lt;br /&gt;Well it occurred to me, we drive cars now, an object that has no feeling, sight, or thinking capacity. So we drive to and fro not thinking if it is the right way or the wrong way in life to go. If you read the story closely, the donkey could see the Angel with a sword in front of him protecting Balum from going the way to his certain death by a bad king. How many times do we beat against something trying to make it work out. At the end of the story God allowed the donkey to talk to Balum, and opened Balum’s eyes to see the Angel. How can we trust our cars to see danger, or the protection of the Lord? What a great reason to spend more time in pray searching for God’s direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-1324895259453393926?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/1324895259453393926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=1324895259453393926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/1324895259453393926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/1324895259453393926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-we-dont-beat-donkey-anymore.html' title='Why We Don&apos;t Beat A Donkey Anymore'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNk9n9hbneI/AAAAAAAAABw/-wzG2epmQrI/s72-c/donkey.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-1244748953337876780</id><published>2008-08-23T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:26:35.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Your Cow Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNk81yUkPSI/AAAAAAAAABo/5B8v7EK7JFw/s1600-h/cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNk81yUkPSI/AAAAAAAAABo/5B8v7EK7JFw/s200/cow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249293735415790882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life is what you make it. Each day is new. Try walking a different path today, see where it might take you. Remember you are the one who limit you. Take one step at a time, and soon you will be there. As cows walk the same path to the barn, following the butt in front of them, step off the path and look up, your world should open up to a big horizon right in front of you. Traffic could be your cow path, take a different route.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-1244748953337876780?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/1244748953337876780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=1244748953337876780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/1244748953337876780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/1244748953337876780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2008/09/change-your-cow-path.html' title='Change Your Cow Path'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNk81yUkPSI/AAAAAAAAABo/5B8v7EK7JFw/s72-c/cow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671512654709937328.post-9175442436423451040</id><published>2008-07-31T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:26:45.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 foot square</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNk8ejadcwI/AAAAAAAAABg/3sEZySm_7rY/s1600-h/earth.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNk8ejadcwI/AAAAAAAAABg/3sEZySm_7rY/s200/earth.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249293336276988674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever just stop and looked down at a square foot of earth beneath your feet. What is happening in that 1 foot square. It is a whole world we do not realize is there. Ants, spiders, all kinds of creature moving about. It’s kind of like “Horton hears a Who” Now think of a 1 mile square and what is happening there. Life happens at all level. So effect the people around you, which in turn will effect the world around them. See how effectiveness will touch so many others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671512654709937328-9175442436423451040?l=knowltondesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/feeds/9175442436423451040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671512654709937328&amp;postID=9175442436423451040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/9175442436423451040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671512654709937328/posts/default/9175442436423451040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowltondesign.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-foot-square.html' title='1 foot square'/><author><name>toddk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115342187980385002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNlRVYkQ6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/krJOWkfrYOc/S220/Todd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNry7mlXdRc/SNk8ejadcwI/AAAAAAAAABg/3sEZySm_7rY/s72-c/earth.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
