<?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-6624343880928895173</id><updated>2011-12-01T01:34:09.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festa - Esther</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01780130898504427746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SYuQx2GptzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XIALxwqhpcY/S220/PC061418.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624343880928895173.post-3523770677250029984</id><published>2011-12-01T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T01:34:09.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growth and Realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMJqqyOhRV0/TtdJAVvMvTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Gw-V7tNpsuQ/s1600/2656465-3-tree-in-hands.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMJqqyOhRV0/TtdJAVvMvTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Gw-V7tNpsuQ/s1600/2656465-3-tree-in-hands.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMJqqyOhRV0/TtdJAVvMvTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Gw-V7tNpsuQ/s320/2656465-3-tree-in-hands.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681089725135109426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Casual; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px 'Comic Sans MS'; color: #1636ee; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;At Church we have had many opportunities to be able to stand up and preach. My first sermon was on the 10 October 2010 and since then I have only spoken a short message since. I am very uncomfortable with public speaking but my reasoning for both times was that God had a message for me to say and to tell others, so I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px 'Comic Sans MS'; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;My first sermon was about Trees. We had been studying the book of Matthew at the time and throughout, there were many links or metaphors established to trees. This was an easy one to establish but felt difficult to put across without thinking too far into each metaphor. The main message from this sermon was that the deeper you put your roots into the earth of Christ, the further you can spread your branches and produce good fruit. One section I have pulled out is talking about how a tiny seed, the smallest being the mustard seed grows into a mighty large tree and the link this has to our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px 'Comic Sans MS'; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A tiny seed has so much potential, just like each and every one of us has a potential and a purpose in life, no matter how significant we may feel. It takes time to grow. Think; is a parent in the delivery room ashamed of the baby? Of course not, they are proud. They know that growth will come with time. So does God. With the support of God we can grow into a large tree, providing support to others and contributing to the world providing life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px 'Comic Sans MS'; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;From this I have then thought about where God has taken me in the past year and my growth. Although I am unable to see it, I feel different in good and bad ways. I have found that I am able to use my own initiative more, but whilst doing this and experiencing new things, I have also given up on some things that were important to me. One main one is helping with the younger children at church. I used to attend every week and assist, but as time went on and I had other commitments, this one has decreased more and more and I am beginning to miss it considerably. Another very important thing is with the new changes in my life, I have meet new friends, but in doing so, it has been hard to keep in the same contact with my old friends and I have felt the brunt of it many times this year which I regret. But through it all I have felt God guiding me and letting me learn my lessons to understand what is important in my life. I have mended some bridges and realized what I must prioritize. It has definitely not been the easiest of journeys but if you never fail, you can never learn to pull yourself back up again, and through it all God has guided. He brought people into my life and messages that have lifted me back up again and continued with life's ups and downs and my point of view on many things has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px 'Comic Sans MS'; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Overall I don't really know what this post was about, if it was really anything or just a chance for me to finally put down in words what I've been feeling so that now I even understand it. Looking back now I have really come to realize how much God has helped me without realizing and reminds me that He is always there even when you feel most alone. God bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px 'Comic Sans MS'; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px 'Comic Sans MS'; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624343880928895173-3523770677250029984?l=festa-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/3523770677250029984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624343880928895173&amp;postID=3523770677250029984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/3523770677250029984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/3523770677250029984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/2011/12/growth-and-realization.html' title='Growth and Realization'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01780130898504427746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SYuQx2GptzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XIALxwqhpcY/S220/PC061418.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMJqqyOhRV0/TtdJAVvMvTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Gw-V7tNpsuQ/s72-c/2656465-3-tree-in-hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624343880928895173.post-953110409003907760</id><published>2011-10-23T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T02:27:28.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JOJa57EsnM4/TqT4eIGAF_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/_4tFLkX9ZMo/s1600/All%2BMy%2BLoving.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JOJa57EsnM4/TqT4eIGAF_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/_4tFLkX9ZMo/s200/All%2BMy%2BLoving.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666927427591346162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dancing has always been a massive part of my life, and from it, I have had many incredible opportunities and met wonderful people. Dancing is a form of expression, a way to create a world of your own. During my ballet exam, we had been encouraged to imagine a beautiful place and during practices, it had always been a garden. However the Sunday before my exam I was telling my church how I wish to dance for the Lord. This changed the beautiful garden I used to dance in into the Garden of Eden and it was an amazing experience. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then I have had to dance on stage a few times, and each experience was really special and I hope my dancing changes so I am dancing for the Lord each time. He is worth it and has given us all gifts that we can use to show off His wonders and praise Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Use your gifts for God's glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624343880928895173-953110409003907760?l=festa-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/953110409003907760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624343880928895173&amp;postID=953110409003907760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/953110409003907760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/953110409003907760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/2011/10/gifts.html' title='Gifts'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01780130898504427746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SYuQx2GptzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XIALxwqhpcY/S220/PC061418.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JOJa57EsnM4/TqT4eIGAF_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/_4tFLkX9ZMo/s72-c/All%2BMy%2BLoving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624343880928895173.post-3211993457532120558</id><published>2011-10-19T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T02:17:16.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To look and to see&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;What is inspiration? Where do we get our inspiration from? It is for something different or everyone, whether it is a song, a speech or a story, a picture, a garment, a new construction. Inspiration is an important aspect in our lives as it influences our thoughts and our creations. You could easily look at a child’s smile and be motivated for a new advertisement, look at birds sitting on power lines and receive the starting notes for a new musical masterpiece, listen and observe strangers on the street and create the plot for a new best selling novel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;But why do we need to search for inspiration? Why are we suddenly inspired after weeks of hard work? Why do we need to dig deeper than a simple sunset and instead find the new colour scheme for a successful fashion business? To look deeper than what meets the eye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you looking at? What can you see?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;We do not need a purpose to look for an inspiration, however we must become more aware of the significance and the natural wonders the world gives us, the adventures waiting to be sought and explored. We need to be more attentive to the minute details to our life and environment that change the whole view and overall success of a creation. Often observing people can inspire as there is life and mysteries hidden behind their faces. But more often we never reflect on ourselves. While inspiration can be personal, an evaluation of an event within your life, sometimes we need someone else’s perspective for us to realise who we really are and our significance to other people. We can use our own knowledge, experiences, and encounters with life to reflect upon. We ourselves are natural inspirations. It is often believed that our subconscious thoughts inspire us. That our childhood memories that are hidden from our memory, but express themselves in different ways. They resurface themselves from deep within, influencing our thoughts and actions. However it can be hard to look deep into yourself, as you are often scared with what you may or may not find out. This could be a cause that stops our true, innate feelings and thoughts to be expressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We look but do not see.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;The world is not always what it appears as only a small part of it is really seen. It is very uncertain what lies underneath which inspire those who want to face that challenge and dig deep. Those are the people who want to make a difference in the world. They look at the world and at people from a different angle and see things many of us do not. They start to see the world as it really is, not how many people try and portray it to be. Do you want to become one of these people who really see the world, not just look, but see it for what it is beneath the mask that is thrown over our eyes? We do not always look beneath the top cover, below the surface of life. The world, people, colours, nature, what do these have in common? They are very different but each contain some motivation that could change what we know, what we live by.It could develop masterpieces like Shakespeare, DaVinci, Mozart who were influenced and inspired by life, creating immortal works. We can relate to these works and concepts as they express who we are as people. We all live life, and although we are all different, there are many characteristics we can all relate to. Human Nature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;See, do not just look.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;So next time you look around where you work, the people you spend each day with, the expressions of nature, look deeper until you become more aware at the wonders surrounding you. Become more observant, aware, and attentive! A smile, a sunset, a drooping flower, a raindrop, anything can be yours if you just look for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624343880928895173-3211993457532120558?l=festa-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/3211993457532120558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624343880928895173&amp;postID=3211993457532120558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/3211993457532120558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/3211993457532120558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/2011/10/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01780130898504427746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SYuQx2GptzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XIALxwqhpcY/S220/PC061418.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624343880928895173.post-6887285899962637107</id><published>2011-10-02T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T04:34:04.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy and Thankfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;As you may or may not know, I am currently in a show at the moment and I was thinking the other day who I was doing it for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;My friend sent me a text during the week saying that although I’m generally exhausted, my joy needs to comes from God a it says in Nehemiah “don’t be dejected and sad for the joy of the Lord is your strength”. It’s important that I continue to drink up his Spirit, even if I sit for 5minutes and just wait on him, his joy will continue to strengthen us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;So I just wanted to remind everyone that no matter how stressed you are, how much we have on, and little time we have spare, if we rely on God, He will strengthen us and give us Joy. We must also do things for him. It says in Philippians 2:14 “Do everything without complaining or arguing” and I often think that one verse is a good reminder everyday life that the things you do are for God, and you must live out His joy. This is also said in Colossians saying “whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as though you were working for the Lord and not for people”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;The opposite of complaining is being thankful so often instead of complaining, you can think of the things you are grateful for. It also says in Philippians to always pray with a thankful heart. So I finish now by saying be joyful and live your life God’s way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624343880928895173-6887285899962637107?l=festa-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/6887285899962637107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624343880928895173&amp;postID=6887285899962637107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/6887285899962637107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/6887285899962637107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/2011/10/joy-and-thankfulness.html' title='Joy and Thankfulness'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01780130898504427746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SYuQx2GptzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XIALxwqhpcY/S220/PC061418.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624343880928895173.post-7650475640916684764</id><published>2009-01-12T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:00:50.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mia's 1st Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post will be different from my usual ones but its important. As it says on Bayla's blog, it was Mia's 1st Birthday on Saturday! She is such a big girl now!!! This blog is just posting some pictures that I took to show her special day!!! But are of Mia so should be shown to the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SWw6LqhvvAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTylSvQst2E/s200/IMG_3952.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290667634322291714" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a picture of our (Bayla, Snusan and I) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;decorating the house like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; a rainbow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SWw87q8dboI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kW3zwd7FeVk/s200/IMG_3974.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290670658091314818" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bayla beforehand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SWw88PhrynI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FAGu6GTvvBk/s200/IMG_4002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290670667911121522" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mia's Friend Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SWw88egQdvI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EN4vkBUDw3U/s200/IMG_4039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290670671931668210" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mia's Friend Summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SWw88qUhSEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sSDsQanl5h4/s200/IMG_4044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290670675103664194" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mia unwrapping presents!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SWxBwGeJcKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/d0Kwasd9Eoo/s200/IMG_4077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290675956880076962" /&gt;The Very Hungry Caterpillar Book! Cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SWw888wNfkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0Zx1Ld5izSQ/s200/IMG_4053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290670680051646018" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bayla's Present - my first kiwi - especially from Eketahuna!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SWxBwVefyiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sxTn-DqoRqU/s200/IMG_4092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290675960908073506" /&gt;Welshies Present - rainbow leg warmers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SW0a6IUUveI/AAAAAAAAAHM/VKlE6BXFbUc/s200/DSC06026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290914723197664738" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mia wearing our present! So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SWxBwgc4fHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/27EdjGFMr0Y/s200/IMG_4101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290675963854093426" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A dolly! Her first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SWxBxPfhDVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rDvjBYwI0rw/s200/IMG_4105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290675976481606994" /&gt;Susan and Bayla watching her unwrap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SWxBxRsuVsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FGByoGQ-5mQ/s200/IMG_4135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290675977073874626" /&gt;Mia / Maz blowing out the candle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SW0a6-vKQkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_bt8wAn6v3s/s200/IMG_4169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290914737805738562" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mia and Summer playing together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SW0a7UO8UvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/03Nyqb0veqY/s200/IMG_4183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290914743576187634" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mia reading one of her cards. Notice she has a cup in her hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She wouldn't put it down basically the whole time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Maz said she was likely to take it to bed with her as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SW0a6jZbRnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/5rKvuAw99YM/s200/IMG_4160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290914730466821746" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our adorable birthday girl! (she still has the cup)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So thats some pictures from Mia's Birthday party who is such an adorable 1year old!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624343880928895173-7650475640916684764?l=festa-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/7650475640916684764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624343880928895173&amp;postID=7650475640916684764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/7650475640916684764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/7650475640916684764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/2009/01/mias-1st-birthday.html' title='Mia&apos;s 1st Birthday!'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01780130898504427746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SYuQx2GptzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XIALxwqhpcY/S220/PC061418.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SWw6LqhvvAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTylSvQst2E/s72-c/IMG_3952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624343880928895173.post-4354888801427257612</id><published>2008-11-14T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:33:17.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power</title><content type='html'>A few nights ago I was thinking of a book I read when I was very young but can't remember what it was called. The part I was thinking of was the little quirk between a father and daughter while the daughter was young. They used to have long conversations about super-heroes and what the best super power of all was. The father wanted Strength while the daughter wanted Super Speed. The only thing they both agreed on was that Flight was the best. This became their quirk between the two of them and would refer to it often as the daughter grew up. However, one day when the daughter was a teenager, the father did something that embarrassed her greatly. Trying to fix it up between them, he referred back to the small saying they had... "what power would you like?" Sadly she replied saying&lt;div&gt; "Invisibility"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you could have any power in the world what would you have? Would being able to be invisible be worth it or even being able to fly? Would super speed or strength help you in your day-to-day life in any way? Look what happened to Samson, he had the 'power' of strength but his weakness was found and used. Everyone has a strength or 'power' but it may not be extra-ordinary. It might be something that you're good at. A god-given gift. AND... everyone has a weakness... But we must use these gifts we've been given to the best of our ability and to help others the way Jesus used to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go out into the world and use the super powers God gave you for what is right, even if it is opposite to what everyone is doing or is hard. "What you do for the least of my brothers you do for me" Go fly into the world with super strength and speed without the need for invisiblity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624343880928895173-4354888801427257612?l=festa-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/4354888801427257612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624343880928895173&amp;postID=4354888801427257612' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/4354888801427257612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/4354888801427257612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/2008/11/power.html' title='Power'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01780130898504427746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SYuQx2GptzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XIALxwqhpcY/S220/PC061418.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624343880928895173.post-1447874778176156109</id><published>2008-08-25T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:59:05.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Colours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Your true colours, are  beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Imagine the world without any&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); "&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;. You look out the window in the morning and see colourless grass and a colourless sky and God wouldn't of been able to promise with a rainbow because it would look plain and boring, not the wonders of&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); "&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that shine through a single droplet of rain. If you look around,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); "&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is everywhere in the smallest of things. We are in a world where&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); "&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); "&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dominates our lives, from reading signs on the road to see if fruit is ripe and yummy to eat. It affects our moods - blue is calming, red can make us tense and hungry, orange expresses energy and enthusiasm. We use and experience&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); "&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;everyday in our lives without even appreciating it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SLJk5zscPRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0Mi3KcIuYMw/s320/colours_rainbow_candy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238360260877237522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I found this song about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); "&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); "&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; and I thought I might share a few verses that I truly loved. The site link is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;www.imeem.com/ifankucel/blogs/2008/02/07/1AdAe5p8/can_i&lt;/span&gt;  if you want to go and read the whole song - i recommend it. The verse I like is the verse about grey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Maybe I'll stick with pencil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Just a grey, ordinary pencil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Who can I colour in with grey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Grey is the colour between all the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Maybe I can find something to colour with grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Something that won't go wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Something that can feel everything and nothing at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That's it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Who can I colour in with grey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I can &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); "&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SLJk5zscPRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0Mi3KcIuYMw/s320/colours_rainbow_candy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238360260877237522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;These lyrics (I think they're lyrics anyway) made me realize what God must feel. He made all these &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); "&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;s for us to enjoy and express happiness and ourselves with but instead they have turned against Him and made our lives angry, conceited, envious, sad, empty and lonely. But we can easily change our world of grey back into the colour it is meant to be by thanking the Lord for His creativity that He put into the world He created for us. We can turn our world into one of love, laughter, relaxation, a dream, innocent, private by being positive and putting a smile on your face, to turn your world and other's back - to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); "&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;ful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;world that God created just for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624343880928895173-1447874778176156109?l=festa-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/1447874778176156109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624343880928895173&amp;postID=1447874778176156109' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/1447874778176156109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/1447874778176156109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/2008/08/true-colours.html' title='True Colours'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01780130898504427746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SYuQx2GptzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XIALxwqhpcY/S220/PC061418.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SLJk5zscPRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0Mi3KcIuYMw/s72-c/colours_rainbow_candy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624343880928895173.post-4106956058496192483</id><published>2008-08-04T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T01:08:51.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SJa4n6FAJ-I/AAAAAAAAADk/1KIrURTjXOs/s1600-h/intro3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SJa4n6FAJ-I/AAAAAAAAADk/1KIrURTjXOs/s320/intro3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230571012982056930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you know chocolate: a food made from roasted ground cacao beans, creating a delicious sensation that melts in your mouth, the rich flavour soothing any bad feelings... Mmm........ The fate of chocolate has fallen into my fellow chocoholics out there, but I have a challenge. To go a WHOLE month without a single pinch of chocolate!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BREATHE!! Get up, if you've fainted off your chair and listen. I just completed this challenge in one of the worst times - 3 week holidays!! The amount of things with chocolate in them shocked me. I couldn't have some of the simplest biscuits and ice-cream or muesli bars, I feel really sorry for those people out there who are allergic. The amount I did was July 2 -&gt; August 2 because I ate chocolate on the 1st so I couldn't start then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I was asked why I was doing this, my answer was because I felt like it but now I have a true confession. Part of the reason was because of the teasing I got about myself but also I actually found quite a lot about myself.  This challenge really made me think about how easy it is to fall into the temptations of the world today and how hard it is NOT to fall into them. Whenever I went into a supermarket (which is quite often), the chocolate was laid out in view for anyone and I actually realize how hard it must be for people how suffer from the more serious temptations. I challenge you to take something out of your life, however small it may be, and go a month, or two, without it. You'll find how strange it is to go past it everyday and feel yourself saying "Why not, you can have some when no-ones watching and n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o-one will know", but please don't fail, think of when the time is over and you can go back, eat that stash you've had hidden for a while, and feel good that YOU managed to last so long without it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good Luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I must say that on the 2nd of August when I could actually have chocolate, I didn't actually feel like having any, I did however have a nice warm hot chocolate and then that night, I got out my stash and had a blast!! So go out there, find something, as small as no chocolate, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SJa4y3LUotI/AAAAAAAAADs/Gz3wo6wemVE/s200/chocolate02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230571201181819602" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;as large as no tv or car, and challenge yourself to fight that temptation you have!! Once again, Good Luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624343880928895173-4106956058496192483?l=festa-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/4106956058496192483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624343880928895173&amp;postID=4106956058496192483' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/4106956058496192483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/4106956058496192483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/2008/08/mmm.html' title='Mmm....'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01780130898504427746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SYuQx2GptzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XIALxwqhpcY/S220/PC061418.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SJa4n6FAJ-I/AAAAAAAAADk/1KIrURTjXOs/s72-c/intro3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624343880928895173.post-1758947928842506838</id><published>2008-08-02T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T21:09:25.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SJUtYrE042I/AAAAAAAAADc/gOdMtluM2RI/s1600-h/DSCN0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SJUtYrE042I/AAAAAAAAADc/gOdMtluM2RI/s320/DSCN0346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230136444163777378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SJUtYrE042I/AAAAAAAAADc/gOdMtluM2RI/s1600-h/DSCN0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Susan and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being exactly 1 year apart, we have always been great mates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we love each other - people say its adorable &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but when the claws come out, watch out!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our bond has always been forged by doing everything together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from the time our memories started. I can't even remember &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what it was like without a sister (even for one year!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two girls forming a friendship that can never be broken, no matter what life brings across our paths. We truly are linked with heartstrings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624343880928895173-1758947928842506838?l=festa-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/1758947928842506838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624343880928895173&amp;postID=1758947928842506838' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/1758947928842506838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/1758947928842506838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/2008/08/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01780130898504427746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SYuQx2GptzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XIALxwqhpcY/S220/PC061418.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SJUtYrE042I/AAAAAAAAADc/gOdMtluM2RI/s72-c/DSCN0346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624343880928895173.post-5065232178672323316</id><published>2008-07-29T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T02:31:15.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The God in the sky.</title><content type='html'>My friend has this quote that she really likes. Okay, its not really a quote, its more of a joke.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Silence is golden, so pretend you're Midas'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Btw, Midas is a greek god that has an ability that anything he touches turns to gold. I found this joke very interesting because it reminded me of the last yoof group we had before the holidays. We watched a Nooma video called Noise (Rob Bell). This movie REALLY affected me because I find that silence is special. This is because I love the silence and being alone, upstairs in my craft area, on the beach when deserted, outside - especially under the sky with the stars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The stars are like one of my links to God. If you think, they're always there, day and night, even though you can't always see them, There's so many and to think that He put so much care into each of those gigantic stars as He did with me. Also, if you look at the constellations, there's the southern cross that is showing Jesus in the sky, but if you think, it is also the shape of a sword to say that He will protect us, and the pointers that point to the cross, points us the way to God... That's not all, the sky goes on forever, just like God's love for us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So next time you look up and see the wonder in the sky with the stars shining brightly or looking at a cloudy day, wishing for the clouds to move to have sun, remember the magnificence of the God hidden behind the splendor of the sky and how much He loves you, you're unique to Him, never forget that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624343880928895173-5065232178672323316?l=festa-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/5065232178672323316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624343880928895173&amp;postID=5065232178672323316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/5065232178672323316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/5065232178672323316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-in-sky.html' title='The God in the sky.'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01780130898504427746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SYuQx2GptzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XIALxwqhpcY/S220/PC061418.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624343880928895173.post-8269766351427425151</id><published>2008-07-28T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T01:13:58.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>idance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was just on Facebook and looking at my Sticky's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SI2Rl8qZ-oI/AAAAAAAAADU/2COK54dXdVk/s320/329003r9n0poforo_thumb_medium_right.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227994823572191874" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;idance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624343880928895173-8269766351427425151?l=festa-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/8269766351427425151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624343880928895173&amp;postID=8269766351427425151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/8269766351427425151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/8269766351427425151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/2008/07/idance.html' title='idance'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01780130898504427746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SYuQx2GptzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XIALxwqhpcY/S220/PC061418.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SI2Rl8qZ-oI/AAAAAAAAADU/2COK54dXdVk/s72-c/329003r9n0poforo_thumb_medium_right.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624343880928895173.post-5154361427764443171</id><published>2008-07-23T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T02:28:16.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SIb4CjdAgjI/AAAAAAAAADE/x6G7RsCf2CU/s1600-h/Sarah+%26+Susan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SIb4CjdAgjI/AAAAAAAAADE/x6G7RsCf2CU/s200/Sarah+%26+Susan.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226137140370375218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Sarah and Susan - cute!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SIb4C77Mr5I/AAAAAAAAADM/O-sRA6YzrCQ/s1600-h/Yummo!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SIb4C77Mr5I/AAAAAAAAADM/O-sRA6YzrCQ/s200/Yummo!.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226137146939453330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maz attacking our wonderful cheese muffins we made for her house warming the day after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SIb3wuJ5AtI/AAAAAAAAACc/J67VNOA4mrk/s1600-h/Flour1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SIb3wuJ5AtI/AAAAAAAAACc/J67VNOA4mrk/s200/Flour1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226136834005336786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our flour fight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SIb3w0MwfPI/AAAAAAAAACk/PQdzlnKUY20/s1600-h/Flour4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SIb3w0MwfPI/AAAAAAAAACk/PQdzlnKUY20/s200/Flour4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226136835627973874" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;their plan was to make our hair turn grey and it kinda worked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SIb3xLFWElI/AAAAAAAAACs/vCczTyxzgL4/s1600-h/Flour6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SIb3xLFWElI/AAAAAAAAACs/vCczTyxzgL4/s200/Flour6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226136841770898002" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;our flour smiles - poor bayla, she thought we were freaks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SIb3xXSXSdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/D3BfqNsnKLI/s1600-h/Flour7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SIb3xXSXSdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/D3BfqNsnKLI/s200/Flour7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226136845046729170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SIb3xvFDTKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pfAuSOAxA3M/s1600-h/Movie+%26+Mia2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SIb3xvFDTKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pfAuSOAxA3M/s200/Movie+%26+Mia2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226136851433344162" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;watching a movie - poor mia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I went to Maz's house in Jville. I just got the pictures from her and that's what they were... yes, it included a flour fight... :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624343880928895173-5154361427764443171?l=festa-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/5154361427764443171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624343880928895173&amp;postID=5154361427764443171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/5154361427764443171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/5154361427764443171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/2008/07/flour.html' title='Flour'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01780130898504427746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SYuQx2GptzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XIALxwqhpcY/S220/PC061418.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SIb4CjdAgjI/AAAAAAAAADE/x6G7RsCf2CU/s72-c/Sarah+%26+Susan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624343880928895173.post-6483802420029276354</id><published>2008-07-20T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T00:34:49.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SILqYqDKhcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qmK8X9ARM7c/s1600-h/200801_phoenix-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SILqYqDKhcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qmK8X9ARM7c/s320/200801_phoenix-logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224996227028518338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;WE WON!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday 20 July&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624343880928895173-6483802420029276354?l=festa-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/6483802420029276354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624343880928895173&amp;postID=6483802420029276354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/6483802420029276354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/6483802420029276354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/2008/07/phoenix.html' title='Phoenix'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01780130898504427746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SYuQx2GptzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XIALxwqhpcY/S220/PC061418.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SILqYqDKhcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qmK8X9ARM7c/s72-c/200801_phoenix-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624343880928895173.post-3828602364426814778</id><published>2008-07-15T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:33:09.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I just did a quiz on Facebook which was "what disney princess are you?" and it came up with Belle!!! {From Beauty and the Beast} In case you're wondering, Belle is my favourite princess out of all and for my party this year - 15th - I dressed up as Belle and although I was going to make her proper dress, I couldn't so I just got a yellow ballgown that my friends (kinda) liked and didn't cause it was very tight... I think I like her because she loves to read - and so do I, and also she sees something in people that others don't and I hopefully am similar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/quizzes/which-disney-princess-are-you/"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Which Disney Princess Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.brainfall.com/images/test6/Belle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You are Belle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; You are strong, deep, and you are not a slave to petty superficial things. You are independent and allow yourself to see inner beauty without sacrificing your values. You are almost too good of a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Find Your Character @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;BrainFall.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                            &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well here's the link if you wanna find out which princess you're like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624343880928895173-3828602364426814778?l=festa-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/3828602364426814778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624343880928895173&amp;postID=3828602364426814778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/3828602364426814778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/3828602364426814778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/2008/07/belle.html' title='Belle'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01780130898504427746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SYuQx2GptzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XIALxwqhpcY/S220/PC061418.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624343880928895173.post-2611241736065734999</id><published>2008-07-14T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:47:00.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby</title><content type='html'>Firstly, my baby is my cat... Okay, now that you understand that I will continue. On Friday 11 she came home after being lost for about a week with no voice and a massive gash in her chest and having lost almost all her weight. Straight away we took her to the vet and when she came back the day after all drugged up and tiny, she also had seven stitches where the gash was!!!! The vet thinks that she was impaled - ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SHvU6UYtvsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/9w5lN25yTyw/s320/DSCN1385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223002291236093634" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a picture but it doesn't show the whole area because Ash hates the camera... :D Anyway she's getting better and is having her stitches out on Saturday 19 and she is also able to go outside at night so she's happy - she wasn't allowed outside the first few nights and had an incident with the rubbish bag... One thing she still doesn't like it having to take 3! tablets morning and night but then she does get a nice meal afterwards so its all good... it also means she's getting her weight back so she is slowly turning back into the fat pussy cat she used to be... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And thats my baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624343880928895173-2611241736065734999?l=festa-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/2611241736065734999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624343880928895173&amp;postID=2611241736065734999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/2611241736065734999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/2611241736065734999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-baby.html' title='My baby'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01780130898504427746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SYuQx2GptzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XIALxwqhpcY/S220/PC061418.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SHvU6UYtvsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/9w5lN25yTyw/s72-c/DSCN1385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624343880928895173.post-84135922571500020</id><published>2008-07-13T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:22:22.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SHqaZijAcRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7m45jX-TSa0/s1600-h/me+-+oasis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SHqaZijAcRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7m45jX-TSa0/s320/me+-+oasis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222656481450553618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be the first time that I have gotten a blog so be nice to however strange it may seem...&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I thought the first post should be interesting so I'm going to try something hard... ok, so it may not be THAT hard but this is first time... I'm going to add a picture.... Whew, it worked but lets just hope its gonna pop up on the actual post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, explaining the picture. Its rather cute but thats not the point. Cassie just emailed it to me with some other pictures that represent her and Sarah and Susan. This picture was me. Its to show that I'm an oasis in a desert place -  in my family and in life... Something that a speaker at New Wine Summer 08 said about me. I hope to find out fully what it means but with this picture its as though I'm a bright light (of yellow) among some black ducklings.  :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that's my first post done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624343880928895173-84135922571500020?l=festa-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/84135922571500020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624343880928895173&amp;postID=84135922571500020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/84135922571500020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624343880928895173/posts/default/84135922571500020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festa-esther.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first.html' title='My First'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01780130898504427746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17LgPAky07U/SYuQx2GptzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XIALxwqhpcY/S220/PC061418.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17LgPAky07U/SHqaZijAcRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7m45jX-TSa0/s72-c/me+-+oasis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
