<?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-1389286480743316246</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:28:30.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A high calling</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-1936666495327939203</id><published>2011-03-29T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T08:36:10.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse of Bulembu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I searched threw photos from our awesome experience in Bulembu it was hard to pick just a few photos to share. The whole experience was incredibly meaningful! I (Carolyn) spent my mornings in the baby home with children ages 6months-18months. In the baby home were approx 10 Aunties. Aunties are swazi-women who are appointed to care for the orphaned children. As the children grow up the are eventually placed in a home with one Auntie for 6 children. Alot of the most meaningful photographs to us are those with the children. I absolutely love the photo of Darren flipping the boy upside down, this was after church and these children swarmed Darren just for the love and attention they craved. So these are just a few of the many pictures of our trip to Swaziland... there will be more to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tkh_v-MjOtE/TZH6sRAh2LI/AAAAAAAAAD4/kJlhFK1zLek/s1600/IMG_2124.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: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tkh_v-MjOtE/TZH6sRAh2LI/AAAAAAAAAD4/kJlhFK1zLek/s320/IMG_2124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589524250930305202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H6f3BCjVMgg/TZH6sKmZskI/AAAAAAAAADw/y6iNPIadGmY/s1600/IMG_2179.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: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H6f3BCjVMgg/TZH6sKmZskI/AAAAAAAAADw/y6iNPIadGmY/s320/IMG_2179.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589524249210106434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VpE4CjcBEWU/TZH6D1MH7tI/AAAAAAAAADo/KWoDIdHkNt4/s1600/IMG_2286.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: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VpE4CjcBEWU/TZH6D1MH7tI/AAAAAAAAADo/KWoDIdHkNt4/s320/IMG_2286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589523556267978450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5LN3bpaWhYM/TZH6DYrfvZI/AAAAAAAAADg/-jX_GeXAOVA/s1600/IMG_2317.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: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5LN3bpaWhYM/TZH6DYrfvZI/AAAAAAAAADg/-jX_GeXAOVA/s320/IMG_2317.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589523548614933906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h21KDHwV_oQ/TZH6DMpZD7I/AAAAAAAAADY/9RT9DVzzvjs/s1600/IMG_2408.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: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h21KDHwV_oQ/TZH6DMpZD7I/AAAAAAAAADY/9RT9DVzzvjs/s320/IMG_2408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589523545384882098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQFiDTvp55M/TZH5HoXJDOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fYDQ8_4-bZ0/s1600/IMG_2361.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: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQFiDTvp55M/TZH5HoXJDOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fYDQ8_4-bZ0/s320/IMG_2361.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589522522032377058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389286480743316246-1936666495327939203?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/1936666495327939203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=1936666495327939203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/1936666495327939203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/1936666495327939203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2011/03/glimpse-of-bulembu.html' title='A Glimpse of Bulembu!'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tkh_v-MjOtE/TZH6sRAh2LI/AAAAAAAAAD4/kJlhFK1zLek/s72-c/IMG_2124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-1856173010452028938</id><published>2010-04-22T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:37:55.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vibrant with excitement...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes days go by and it seems like life becomes rather mundane. Then one day there are numerous events that can be vibrant with excitement. Today was that day, a day I will probably never forget. Last night my dad informed me that during our visit he was going to make an appointment with this herbalist in Edmonton. He gave me the address the night before the appointment and asked if I knew how to drive to this location. I said, "Oh sure I know where that is... its downtown." So the conversation continued and he explained that tomorrow he was going to get a 'reading.'  I explained to my dad that this clinic was in a shady part of town and that this guy could be a psychic and if he knew if this guy had any naturopathic physician credentials. He explained to me and mom that because he wasn't getting any answers from the 'regular' physicians that he would like to give this guy a try. This guy was simply going to look at the blood vessels in his eye and tell him a diagnosis and prescribe some herbal remedies. So I drove with my parents down to this acupuncture/herbalist clinic close to downtown. As you walked up to the door there was 2 homeless persons sitting on the bench outside. And as you walked through the doors you could smell rice and tea. It was somewhat of a makeshift clinic with two rooms for appointments and a waiting room with 5-6 chairs, there was a kareoke machine playing in the waiting room. So my dad went in for the appointment with this herbalist physician. And while he was waiting to see the massuse who was supposed to "heal him." He chatted with us a while about the benefits of Chinese medicine and how there is positive and negative energy and when they are imbalanced there is problems including pain. After a few minutes my dad was called into this appointment with the massuse. So this herbalist doctor sat and talked with mom &amp;amp; I the whole time about psychic and how god revealed him different death destinies of 2 of his family members years in advance. The whole time mom &amp;amp; I are exchanging looks saying "I can't believe we are in a herbalist clinic in Edmonton listening to this weird psychic dude." He asked us to give him numbers so that he could read our minds, I refused. Mom finally gave him 3 numbers after he insisted several times. He told mom the numbers add up to 4 so that means your going on vacation soon. And mom was not going to give him any indicators that she was leaving to visit grandma in a week, so she kept her mouth shut the whole time. And he asked her several times and there was no way mom was telling him. The whole time this conversation was rather awkward, but we did tell him we didn't believe in psychics but that we did believe in God. Then he began to share with us how being psychic is a dangerous thing and how he doesn't want to be psychic. Anyways that was my interesting adventure for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389286480743316246-1856173010452028938?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/1856173010452028938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=1856173010452028938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/1856173010452028938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/1856173010452028938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2010/04/vibrant-with-excitement.html' title='Vibrant with excitement...'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-1942511861353874811</id><published>2009-11-19T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:21:45.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SwW0_2Us6pI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uJRoI3RfIe4/s1600/P1020838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SwW0_2Us6pI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uJRoI3RfIe4/s320/P1020838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405925936735251090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just realized that it has been several months since I have posted anything on my blog. The picture above is on the day of my hard earned nursing graduation. I love this picture cause we both look so happy! Nursing is a profession that is perceived as kind and caring but a few days ago at the nursing home to my surprise my job became that of a"bouncer." Another nurse and I were responsible for breaking up fight between two elderly gentlemen with dementia. So my journeys as a nurse begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389286480743316246-1942511861353874811?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/1942511861353874811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=1942511861353874811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/1942511861353874811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/1942511861353874811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-realized-that-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SwW0_2Us6pI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uJRoI3RfIe4/s72-c/P1020838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-1248853264598380928</id><published>2009-04-27T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:55:42.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture to ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew 5:14-16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden; nor does anyone light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on the lampstand, and it gives light to all that are in the house. Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your good works and glorify your father in heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luke 18: 18-27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A ruler questioned Jesus, saying  "Good teacher, what shall we do to inherit eternal life? "And Jesus said to him, "Why do you call me good? No one is good except God alone. You know the commandments ' Do not commit adultery, Do not murder, Do not steal, Do not bear false witness, Honour you father and mother.'" And he said, "All these things I have kept from my youth" When Jesus heard this, He said to him, "One thing you still lack; sell all that you possess and distribute it to the poor, and you shall have treasure in heaven; and come follow me." But when he had heard these things, he became very sad, for he was extremely rich. And Jesus looked at him and said, "How hard it is for those who are wealthy to enter the kingdom of God! For it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of the needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God. They who heard it said, "Then who can be saved?" But he said, "The things that are impossible with people are possible with God."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389286480743316246-1248853264598380928?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/1248853264598380928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=1248853264598380928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/1248853264598380928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/1248853264598380928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2009/04/scripture-to-ponder.html' title='Scripture to ponder'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-7614283476142051596</id><published>2009-03-22T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:08:21.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is so good to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/Scbrtd2cVWI/AAAAAAAAACk/GYDdXsESkVQ/s1600-h/_MG_6234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 390px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/Scbrtd2cVWI/AAAAAAAAACk/GYDdXsESkVQ/s320/_MG_6234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316195576497067362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thankfulness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... definitely a WORD of the day ( as word bird would say it on Sesame Street) or week. The Lord has been impressing on my heart this very word. It is my heart's desire to become a woman of thankfulness... there is so very much to be thankful for. Number one is my relationship with Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me encourage you with some scripture from Colossians.&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 2: 6-7&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore as you have received Christ Jesus as Lord, so walk in him, having been firmly established in your faith just as you were instructed, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;overflowing with gratitude&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 3:16&lt;br /&gt;"Let the word of Christ richly dwell within you, with all wisdom teaching and admonishing one another with psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;singing with thankfulness in your hearts to God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading these scriptures it just makes me realize that Christ allows us to be overflowing with gratitude.  Gratitude brings forth joy. Some of the things that I am grateful for are my husband, nursing education, clothes, many friends, family, joy, God's word, my sponsored child, etc, etc. God is so good to me!&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/1389286480743316246-7614283476142051596?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/7614283476142051596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=7614283476142051596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/7614283476142051596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/7614283476142051596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-is-so-good-to-me.html' title='God is so good to me!'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/Scbrtd2cVWI/AAAAAAAAACk/GYDdXsESkVQ/s72-c/_MG_6234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-347872977342363593</id><published>2009-03-10T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:50:12.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sick need a physician... the Great Physician</title><content type='html'>These past few weeks have been relatively busy with at least 8hr days and sometimes 10 or more. I am doing my surgery clinical right now and Darren is doing snow removal. So when you walk into our cozy 1 bedroom basement suite it reflects that of the movie home alone... laundry unfolded... dishes waiting to be washed... unsorted scrap paper... unvaccumed floors... ETC, ETC. And frankly I don't really care right now... we'll deal with that as needed. And well for supper some nights we have Cheerios. I am definitely looking forward to being finished this clinical, after this one its only two more to go until THE END.&lt;br /&gt;       Even in the busy times there is teaching to be learned especially spiritual teaching. Nursing has really opened up my eyes to see the character of God as a healer. There are so many portions of scripture where our Lord is described as the great physician. As I look at the patients with cerebral palsy, multiple sclerosis, pneumonia, fractured bones, etc, etc I really see God's love for them and his desire to heal these people physically but more importantly spiritually. We live in a world with so many people who are sick and are in need of the great physician. Hopefully the people I work with, the patients and other people I encounter will witness the power of Christ in me. My goal in life is to draw people to our great physician.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389286480743316246-347872977342363593?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/347872977342363593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=347872977342363593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/347872977342363593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/347872977342363593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick-need-physician-great-physician.html' title='The sick need a physician... the Great Physician'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-5406014185149138329</id><published>2009-01-15T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:57:07.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you believe it...</title><content type='html'>... I have been married nearly six months (on Jan 26 it will be six months). Its been such a joy! Its funny as time flies by you realize the things that characterize me as me and Darren as Darren. For example just recently Darren has discovered that I love smoothies even in the middle of winter... go figure... And I have recently discovered that Darren talks in his sleep in foreign languages. I recently received a keyboard for Christmas and I was playing one of the songs that I learnt as a child "Oh be careful little eyes what you see..." and as I was playing Darren started singing "If your happy and you know it clap your hands..." Its funny too as Darren walks in the door after work greets me with a kiss and then starts singing "Sweet Carolyn..." but he only remembers the one line. These are the things that surprise us as we grow in relationship with one another. Surprise, Surprise and that's what makes me love Darren more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXABqglvI7I/AAAAAAAAABI/akDic2tHVsA/s1600-h/IMG_0889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXABqglvI7I/AAAAAAAAABI/akDic2tHVsA/s320/IMG_0889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291731391974679474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXAFU_gtZQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/WFzHEYItFzU/s1600-h/IMG_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXAFU_gtZQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/WFzHEYItFzU/s320/IMG_0872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291735420364481794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389286480743316246-5406014185149138329?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/5406014185149138329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=5406014185149138329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/5406014185149138329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/5406014185149138329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-you-believe-it.html' title='Can you believe it...'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXABqglvI7I/AAAAAAAAABI/akDic2tHVsA/s72-c/IMG_0889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-2884553217695696583</id><published>2008-07-03T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:21:05.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Praying Wife</title><content type='html'>This is an excerpt from the Secret Believers website calling people to pray for Butros, Nadira &amp;amp; family. Reading this really compelled me &amp;amp; moved my heart toward prayer. I will be Darren's wife in 23 days and I really hope that I will be a diligent praying wife like Nadira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span id="repBlog__ctl0_lblBlogTitle" class="blogTitle"&gt;Urgent prayer request from Nadira a concerned wife&lt;/span&gt;                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="repBlog__ctl0_lblBlogText" class="blogText"&gt;Dear Brothers and Sisters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for Butros and myself and the family. Pray for our home. We are tired and so in need of a break. It never ends. We are aware of God doing something in the heavenlies because we are coming under such major attack. Butros has been travelling so much and I worry for him. I woke up last night and he was so restless in his sleep. Please pray for us. Everything seems to be going wrong. When there are so many who need our shoulders to cry on, who need teaching and counsel and training- then one does not want to be tied up with things in the house breaking and going wrong - windows, pipes, plumbing - everything and then to boot the cost of living has sky rocketted. Butros is a good husband, he takes so much care of us but I do not like to see him struggle with the burden of all these things on his shoulders. Will you please pray for us for protection and for hope and for clarity of vision. Pray that in all this we be strengthened. I reached out and tried to wipe the deep furrows away, but his brow was the same when I awoke this morning and saw him sitting on the sofa by the window looking at the pictures of our brothers in hiding, praying for them and asking God to keep them safe. Pray for our son that no harm may come to him and in the days and years ahead he would continue to love Jesus and grow as His son and be safe. Thank you for praying for us always we need it no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours in Christ&lt;br /&gt;A Concerned Wife&lt;br /&gt;Nadira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389286480743316246-2884553217695696583?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/2884553217695696583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=2884553217695696583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/2884553217695696583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/2884553217695696583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2008/07/praying-wife.html' title='A Praying Wife'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-5599706881150959730</id><published>2008-04-29T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T08:37:40.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for Uzbekistan</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="624"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="23"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://secretbelievers.org/images/sec_title_watchlist_uzbekistan.gif" border="0" height="38" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;       &lt;table border="0" height="51" width="622"&gt;                           &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;                             &lt;td width="16"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td width="321"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;                                 &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://secretbelievers.org/images/uzbflag.gif" alt="Flag of Uzbekistan" border="1" height="50" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="style2"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Key Facts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          WWL Ranking: 9&lt;br /&gt;          Leader: President Islam Karimov&lt;br /&gt;          Population: 27.4 million (1% Christian)&lt;br /&gt;          Majority Religion: Islam&lt;br /&gt;          Type of Government: Authoritarian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td width="271"&gt;&lt;img src="http://secretbelievers.org/images/uzbmap.gif" height="135" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;      &lt;p class="content" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;strong class="qaCategory"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Church in Uzbekistan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="content" style2=""&gt;Before 1991 when Uzbekistan became an independent state there were only a handful of Uzbek believers. The Russian church had to function in secret and most of them did not have a vision to share the Gospel with the local population. However, in the beginning of the 90s Uzbek people started to come to the Lord. Gradually an indigenous Uzbek Church began to form, using indigenous Uzbek ways to worship and to share the Gospel. Music, poetry recital, story telling and other expressions of Uzbek culture are used in outreach. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="content" style2=""&gt;Often church growth takes place through families. Relatives see the impact of the Gospel on a family member and come to faith as well. Even though open proselytizing is forbidden in the country, the number of Christians has increased rapidly over the last years. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="content" style2=""&gt;Because it is almost impossible to get official registration with the government, most of the protestant groups have to work unofficially. They face fines, threats, beatings, prison, loss of jobs, confiscation of literature and many other things as many local authorities are very much against the presence of a Christian Uzbek Church. The pressure is particularly heavy in the Karakalpakstan autonomous region of North West Uzbekistan, but has spread over the country over the past year. People have become more cautious in asking about Christianity for fear of negative consequences from authorities.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong class="qaCategory"&gt;Sources of Oppression and Persecution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="content" style2=""&gt;1. Government control of the Uzbek Church through the SNB (former KGB) is very strong. All religious communities have to be registered, but for the Protestant church to obtain registration is a long, tiresome and almost impossible process. Often registration is refused or after it has been granted it is withdrawn again. There is no Uzbek indigenous church with registration. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray that one day the Church in Uzbekistan will be recognized by the government.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="content" style2=""&gt;2. Indigenous church leaders and those who are active in outreach to the Uzbek population are regularly â€˜invitedâ€™ to the police station for questioning; believers are intimidated, threatened, fined, expelled from their place of work and/or residence and frequently imprisoned for several days, a few weeks or several years. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray for these leaders that they may stand strong in their faith throughout their persecution.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="content" style2=""&gt;3. Literature import and in country printing is strictly monitored and censured. National and local authorities regularly confiscate Christian literature in the Uzbek language and other indigenous languages. Serious fines are handed out to those who are involved in the distribution of Christian literature. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray the Lord provides ways in which this literature can safely reach those who desire to know more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="content" style2=""&gt;4. Pressure from the Muslim family members can be very strong on new believers.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Pray for these men and women that they may stand strong against these pressures, and in turn may be able to share Christ with their family members.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="content" style2=""&gt;5. Local community leaders put pressure on Christians by cutting off water supplies and/or electricity, etc. to force them out of the village or to make them renounce Christianity. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray that despite their persecution, these believersâ€™ physical needs will be met.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389286480743316246-5599706881150959730?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/5599706881150959730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=5599706881150959730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/5599706881150959730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/5599706881150959730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2008/04/pray-for-uzbekistan.html' title='Pray for Uzbekistan'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-8977094131260943362</id><published>2008-04-29T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:57:56.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been so long...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;So many things have taken place in the months that have gone by since my last post. One of them being I am engaged to my wonderful fiancee' Darren, our wedding is commencing on the 26th of July this year. I am so excited about that and can hardly wait!!!! For those of you that love looking at photos, here are some of my engagement photos. ENJOY:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SBc9VJnZIhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oC35fGyT7lk/s1600-h/_MG_0721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SBc9VJnZIhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oC35fGyT7lk/s320/_MG_0721.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194688128762847762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SBc-xJnZIjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Yjcs1-bzxXY/s1600-h/_MG_0769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SBc-xJnZIjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Yjcs1-bzxXY/s320/_MG_0769.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194689709310812722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SBc-wZnZIiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-biTtWD5zME/s1600-h/_MG_0649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SBc-wZnZIiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-biTtWD5zME/s320/_MG_0649.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194689696425910818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389286480743316246-8977094131260943362?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/8977094131260943362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=8977094131260943362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/8977094131260943362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/8977094131260943362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-so-long.html' title='It&apos;s been so long...'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SBc9VJnZIhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oC35fGyT7lk/s72-c/_MG_0721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-8331602812388202749</id><published>2007-09-25T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:57:16.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Convert facing Execution</title><content type='html'>In order to protect the identity of this Muslim who converted to Christianity his name will remain unidentified. This 31 year old Muslim man converted to Christianity was arrested on July 24, 2006. In his legal confidential file, he was charged with apostasy, but publicly he has falsely been accused of drug trafficking. He was told that if he did not turn away from Christianity and back to Islam he would remain in jail and possibly face execution. In September 2006, this man was temporarily freed. But when authorities found out that his 8 year old daughter was sharing the story of Christ with her friends they were forced to flee. The family is now in hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation in Iran is severe. Please pray for this family as the persecution for their faith has become very real to them... perhaps even to the point of death. Please please please pass this message on to your friends and ask them to pray. (This information is taken from the "Secret Believers" website)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389286480743316246-8331602812388202749?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/8331602812388202749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=8331602812388202749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/8331602812388202749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/8331602812388202749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2007/09/convert-facing-execution.html' title='A Convert facing Execution'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-6413574909336524485</id><published>2007-09-25T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:34:01.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In comparison to knowing Christ...</title><content type='html'>...the things of this world are rubbish. I have been reading the blogs of people on the "Secret Believers" website (there is a link on the side column) and this quote was so powerful yet so sobering. "This is a world where everything is accessible-- McDonalds, Coke a' Cola, Oreo Cookies, cheescake and Hershey's candy. But this is also a world where the Gospel is hardly as popular and no one wants it even if there is a fun pack and a kiddie bag to go with it or a chance to win a free trip to Disney Land. Yet it is a world where hearts hunger for life in the valley of the shadow of death." -- Al Janssen (author of Secret Believers). In 1 Cor. 1: 17- 18 it says, "For Christ did not send me to baptize, but to preach the gospel, not in cleverness of speech, so that the cross of Christ would not be made void. For the word of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God." Only by the power of the Holy Spirit working in the lives of people will any one man come to a relationship with the Living God.  In comparison to knowing Christ the appeals of this world are rubbish. Everything the world has to offer is rubbish in comparison to knowing Christ. For it says in Philipians 3: 7-10, " But whatever things were gain to me, those things I have counted as loss for the sake of Christ, More than that, I count all things to be loss in view of the surpassing value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them but rubbish so that I may gain Christ, and may be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own derived from the Law, but that which is through faith in Christ, the righteousness which comes from God on the basis of faith that I may know him and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of his sufferings, being conformed to his death; in order that I may attain to resurrection from the dead." For those who are "hungering for life in the valley of the shadow of death" I pray that they would come to know the living God. The Gospel will no longer be "foolishness" but the "power of God." Then they will be able to proclaim Philipians 3:7-10 with confidence declaring the things of this world to be rubbish in comparison to knowing Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389286480743316246-6413574909336524485?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/6413574909336524485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=6413574909336524485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/6413574909336524485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/6413574909336524485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-comparison-to-knowing-christ.html' title='In comparison to knowing Christ...'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-2347304636793181325</id><published>2007-09-18T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T09:25:35.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifting focus...</title><content type='html'>... from the weeds to the wheat. On Sunday Pastor Terry spoke to the congregation regarding the parable of the weeds and the wheat which Jesus told in Matthew 13: 24- 29. Here is the parable, " The Kingdom of Heaven is like a farmer who planted good seed in his field. But that night as everyone slept, his enemy came and planted weeds among the wheat. When the crop began to grow and produce again, the weeds also grew. The farmer's servants came and told him, 'Sir the field where you planted the good seed is full of weeds!' 'An enemy has done it!' the farmer exclaimed. 'Shall we pull out the weeds?' they asked. He replied, "No you'll hurt the wheat if you do. Let both grow together until the harvest. Then I will tell the harvesters to sort out the weeds and burn them and to put the wheat in the barn." This parable is further explained in Matthew 13: 36- 43 if you want to check it out. Pastor Terry explained that if our focus is on the weeds which can be referred to as everything that causes sin and all who do evil, we will be distracted from focusing on Christ.  In Hebrews 12: 1-2, it says, " Therefore since we are surrounded by such a huge crowd of witnesses to the life of faith, let us strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily hinders our progress. And let us run with endurance the race that God has set before us." If we are focused on Christ, his character and workmanship in our lives rather than the "sin that so easily entangles us" we will be able to run the race with endurance. Our focus will shift to Christ who has the power to forgive us from all unrighteousness (1 John 1:9).  Then we will have endurance to run the race marked out before us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389286480743316246-2347304636793181325?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/2347304636793181325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=2347304636793181325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/2347304636793181325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/2347304636793181325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2007/09/shifting-focus.html' title='Shifting focus...'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-3306934670369771050</id><published>2007-09-10T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T10:11:55.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of Jalapeno Peppers...</title><content type='html'>... that were not jalapeno peppers. This weekend Darren and I decided that it would be nice to prepare a nice meal for his family. After surveying our list of options we decided to make Quesadillas. At this time we also decided we were feeling like we wanted a bit of kick to our Quesadillas... so after our trip to Superstore we came back with our so called jalapeno peppers and the rest of ingredients. So because the peppers at Superstore were creatively labelled "assorted chilli peppers" we were unsure if they were really jalapenos. Darren volunteered to try the peppers prior to putting them in the Quesadillas. I cut him a piece approx. a sixth of the pepper with the seeds included. In 5 seconds or less he was running around the house doing jumping jacks and screaming "my throut is burning , my throut is burning..." Meanwhile, I had touched my eye and I was yelling, "my eye is burning, my eye is burning..."  So both Darren and I concluded that this was no jalapeno. This was a bit too much "kick" for our liking... however it added a bit of excitement and laughter to our evening!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389286480743316246-3306934670369771050?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/3306934670369771050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=3306934670369771050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/3306934670369771050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/3306934670369771050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2007/09/story-of-jalapeno-peppers.html' title='Story of Jalapeno Peppers...'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-7211868674635941382</id><published>2007-07-19T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T09:27:22.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Czech Republic vs Austria</title><content type='html'>Darren was able to get three free tickets to the Fifa World Cup Soccer game for last night's game in Edmonton through his boss at work. He had a casual conversation with the boss that went something like, "Do you know if there are any tickets left for the Fifa World Cup Soccer games?" And his reply was "I am getting company from out of town. I'll give you my three tickets." It was the Czech Republic playing Austria in the semifinals. Our seats were in the second pier close to the top. At first we were confused and didn't realize if the "red" team was the Czech Republic and the "white" team Austria or vice versa. So after discussing back and forth for a while, a girl in front of us heard our conversation and clarified that the "red" team was Austria and the "white" team was the Czech Republic. So after figuring out the teams it was easier to understand who was winning.  Darren work until 4:45 or so and I work until 4:00 and the game started at 5:45... so we arrived at the game after the only two goals in the whole game were scored. Czech won 2:0. After the game we walked back to Darren's house. I bet it was probably a lot faster walking than driving. There was 28,000 fans at the game and a lot of people with cars. There has been so much fun summer stuff happening this past week, and the soccer game was just some of the fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389286480743316246-7211868674635941382?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/7211868674635941382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=7211868674635941382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/7211868674635941382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/7211868674635941382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2007/07/czech-republic-vs-austria.html' title='Czech Republic vs Austria'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-8089381905275859773</id><published>2007-07-19T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T09:07:47.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Winter's Tale</title><content type='html'>By the title of my post "A Winter's Tale" your probably thinking why the post "A Winter's Tale" in the middle of summer... unless perhaps you a devoted Shakespeare fan. That's right Shakespeare. There was a crew of Darren, some Bible Study friends and I that went to see "A Winter's Tale" at the Ampitheatre  at Hawrelak Park on Tuesday. It was an excellent play... excellent characters... and excellent company. For those of you who are new to Shakespeare "A Winter's Tale" is about the Hermione (already pregnant) who has an affair, this angers the Leontes and he has her arrested. The daughter is born, abandoned and adopted by a shepherd. Hermoine comes before a jury to prove her "guilty" or "not guilty" and an oracle is read. The Leontes rejects the oracle angering the gods and Hermoine and Maximillus are struck dead. The shepherd's daughter (Perdita) grows up and falls in love with the Polixene's son, Florizel. The King rejects his son's love for the shepherdess viewing it as inappropriate for the heir to the throne. At harvest festival hosted by the old shepherd, Polixenes intervenes into the impending marriage of his son and the shepherdess. Autoclycus, a thief and vagabond attends the harvest festival to pick pockets and sell trinkets. Florizel and Perdita are welcomed into the court of Leontes. Polixenes soon enters his court and the truth is revealed that Perdita is the long lost daughter of Leontes. Hermoine has stayed in hiding for 16 years until the safe return of her daughter. A life like statue of Hermoine was created and during its presentation it comes to life. And it appears that she falls in love with the King again. This is a short version of the play... if my version of the play intrigues you... then you will have to go see it for yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389286480743316246-8089381905275859773?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/8089381905275859773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=8089381905275859773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/8089381905275859773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/8089381905275859773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2007/07/winters-tale.html' title='A Winter&apos;s Tale'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-2335693010254372992</id><published>2007-07-19T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T08:23:38.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Drive</title><content type='html'>Darren and I took a trip to visit Uncle Dick, Aunt Agnes, Jon, Kevin and Catherine on Sunday July 15. Our first stop was at Starbucks so that Darren could pick up his bold roast coffee before we headed out to Ponoka. We arrived in time for their church service. The praise and worship was amazing... Its just so awesome that we can sing praises to our King!!!  Pastor Kirk shared about the boldness given by God so that we can go forth and proclaim the gospel to the nations. Specifically, he referred to the story in Acts 3 of Peter and John's response to the lame man begging at the gate called Beautiful.  This man was panhandling hoping to receive a few coins but Peter and John responded, "I do not possess silver and gold, but what I do have I give to you: In the name of Jesus Christ the Nazarene- walk!" They took advantage of this opportunity to share the gospel and proclaimed it with boldness.  May we also share the gospel with boldness so that people will come to repentance and salvation through Jesus Christ alone.&lt;br /&gt;    After the church service we departed to Uncle Dick and Aunt Agnes' for lunch. A wonderful lunch of BBQ chicken, some fancy rice, broccolli salad and apple pie for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;   Shortly after lunch we packed up a picnic supper to take with us to Open Creek Dam Campground. Approximately 10 min after we arrived it began to rain with thunder and lightening. So we stood under a picnic chalet with the company of sparrows. A baby sparrow had attempted to fly earlier (before our visit) and fell from the nest. The mama sparrow was trying to encourage the baby to fly back up to the nest. This encouragement was mearly words of a sparrow and never turned into action. The rain clouds never did pass ... so we packed up our stuff once again and headed to Gull Lake hoping that maybe it would be sunny over there... well we were just out of luck! So this turned into a long Sunday drive with good company and good visits along the way! Once we arrived back at Uncle Dick and Aunt Agnes' we had supper and a wonderful visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389286480743316246-2335693010254372992?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/2335693010254372992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=2335693010254372992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/2335693010254372992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/2335693010254372992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunday-drive.html' title='Sunday Drive'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-2643174324055874666</id><published>2007-06-23T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T21:42:41.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Erica Baerwald!!!</title><content type='html'>So today was your wedding day ... and your name is no longer Erica Scammell but Erica Baerwald... you are no longer Tim's fiancee' but Tim's wife. You remember how you posted a blog addressed specifically to me entitled "Hi Carolyn Epp" well I really wanted to right you a specialized blog post for you and I figured your "wedding day" would be the perfect opportunity. Erica... I don't know you yet but from what I have read from your blogs I know that you will be an incredible blessing to Tim. Especially with your delightful words of encouragment and your joyful attitude towards life. Wow, I wish I could have been there to share this day with you and Tim.  I pray that God will continue to bless you and Tim as you begin your lives together.&lt;br /&gt;   A story just for you Erica of the blessing of Tim's family. In the summer of 2004 I lived with Tim's family and worked with Liz, Greg and Elsa at Koffee Korner. Elsa was pretty much my sister at times!! And you will experience the blessings of having Elsa as a "sister-in-law." When I read your comment about "alas I'll laugh as much about the little things as possible... at least that way I can blame my wrinkled cheeks, forehead, and eyes on the fact that I laughed too much" it reminds me of the times I laughed with Tim's family so much that I cried. Watching videos is never the same anymore... Elsa would recite many of the movies word for word... then we would laugh so hard we would cry especially when watching "Mark Lowry." Hopefully as you get to know Tim's family there will be moments when you remember your quote and laugh so hard you cry... and when you get older you can blame your wrinkles on the fact that you laughed too much!!!&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the day when we will chat face to face rather than blog to blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389286480743316246-2643174324055874666?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/2643174324055874666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=2643174324055874666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/2643174324055874666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/2643174324055874666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2007/06/congratulations-erica-baerwald.html' title='Congratulations Erica Baerwald!!!'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-4824259778738778350</id><published>2007-06-13T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:25:31.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Blue!!</title><content type='html'>On Saturday just out of the blue Darren surprised me with these beautiful flowers and a card. To be the recipient of such a beautiful gift feels so special especially when it is out of the blue. Its so funny how many times I read the card he wrote probably about 10 times or more and the truth is I am not exaggerating. Just to read the words of such love expressed is such an honor and a blessing. And every time I look at these flowers I am reminded of God's blessings... specifically blessing me with Darren. Darren thank you for blessing me with your love and kindness!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389286480743316246-4824259778738778350?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/4824259778738778350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=4824259778738778350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/4824259778738778350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/4824259778738778350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2007/06/out-of-blue.html' title='Out of the Blue!!'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-1862213079038019467</id><published>2007-06-06T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:48:36.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity vs. Difficulty</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard the saying, "If life hand's you lemons make lemonade." Well there is always opportunity to have a positive perspective on the difficulties that are passed your way. When you face challenges you have a chance to view it as "sour lemons" or "sweet lemonade." Its a chance to view the situation as an opportunity to reflect Christ's character in the midst of challenges.&lt;br /&gt;       About two or so weeks ago at clinical I injured my lower back while turning a stiff patient. As a result I was not able to finish my clinical practicum. After talking to the assistant program coordinator she suggested that I work as a nursing attendant for six months prior to reapplying into the program. So needless to say my plans are not God's plans. I am certain that God has a greater plan in this situation than I realize. Scripture has been my comfort and my joy these past weeks. The promises that God has given us in his word allow us to perceive these types of situations as a joy. As it says in James, " Consider it all joy my brethern when you face trials of various kinds knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete lacking nothing."  " Blessed is a man who perseveres under trial; for once he has been approved, he will receive the crown of life which the Lord has promised to those who love him." As I opened up my Bible I observed four dried crocuses which I placed in my Bible as a reminder that, "if God cares enough to provide sunshine, water and food for these crocuses I know that God cares for me."  The Lord says, " I know the plans I have for you plans to prosper you, plans for welfare and not for calamity to come upon you to give you a future and a hope." God has so many promises in his word to bring us hope and joy. Another one of his promises that I love is found in Romans 8:28 which says, " And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to his purpose." God definitely has a plan for me with in this time. Even in these past two weeks the Lord has been teaching me so many things. Even as I wait at the Medi-centre for 3 hrs to see a doctor I am being taught patience. And as I visit the physiotherapist 3 times a week I am learning self discipline in performing exercises for 1 and half hours 3 times a day. I know the Lord will continue to reinforce the promises outlined in his word. He is faithful to teach those who earnestly seek after him. In this time I desire to be completely dedicated to him and I know he is faithful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389286480743316246-1862213079038019467?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/1862213079038019467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=1862213079038019467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/1862213079038019467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/1862213079038019467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2007/06/opportunity-vs-difficulty.html' title='Opportunity vs. Difficulty'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-4761677445314975353</id><published>2007-05-20T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T09:14:25.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions by Faith</title><content type='html'>As I was reading my devotions this morning, God really spoke to me through the story of Abraham. God instructed Abraham to pack his bags and leave his home to a foreign land that God would show him. In his mind he may have been thinking " I am living a good life filled with blessing why is God instructing me to leave." Its so amazing to know that even when it was difficult to leave everything he knew he still was obedient to the Lord. And that's the high calling we have in Christ. God gave him promises, "I will make you a great nation; I will bless you and make your name great... in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed... All the land which you see I will give you and your descendants forever." (Genesis 12:2-3, 13:15)." These promises that the Lord had granted Abraham were far from reality yet he still walked by faith trusting the Lord. He faced trials, famine, enemies, war, personal failures, family feud's, 25 years of patiently waiting for a son, yet he still knew that the Lord was sovereign.&lt;br /&gt;       In my own life the Lord is leading me in a journey of faith. Sometimes its difficult but its a journey filled with joy and adventure knowing the Lord is in control.  We make decisions everyday and these decisions need to be made by faith. A decision I made last summer by faith was to attend College to become a nurse. And now as I am facing trials and challenges within my clinical experience, it becomes so easy to question a previous decision made by faith. Even looking at Abraham's life he trusted the Lord when he journeyed from posperity to poverty and yet he still trusted the Lord. I know my Lord is faithful and I have no doubts in my mind that this was a decision by faith. God just threw a few obstacles in the way to build my character to be more like Christ's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389286480743316246-4761677445314975353?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/4761677445314975353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=4761677445314975353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/4761677445314975353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/4761677445314975353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2007/05/decisions-by-faith.html' title='Decisions by Faith'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-3070631142717621151</id><published>2007-05-17T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T18:01:48.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning from Mistakes</title><content type='html'>Wow. I thought clinical would be a nice break for me from studying but that was the wrong assumption. Getting up at 4:30 am is exhausting. Some days are overwhelming. And there are days when I feel like a complete failure at being a student nurse. Some mistakes I have made over the last two weeks have either made me cry or laugh. And I joke that "I could write a novel 500 pages long with all my mistakes." Today was one of those days where my colleagues stated frequently, "I'll bet you'll never make those mistakes again." For one, when I went to shave my patient I thought I was doing him a favor by putting shaving cream on his face. I thought without it it would for sure irritate his skin. Well needless to say he uses an electric razor and apparently your NEVER supposed to use shaving cream with an electric razor. I learnt that lesson very quickly!!! We also decided to take out his partial dentures so that we could clean his mouth, well we were unable to put them back in so we left the bottom ones out. I keep hoping that I'll remember all the mistakes I have made and learn from them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389286480743316246-3070631142717621151?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/3070631142717621151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=3070631142717621151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/3070631142717621151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/3070631142717621151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2007/05/learning-from-mistakes.html' title='Learning from Mistakes'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-8008354850445421496</id><published>2007-05-13T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T09:43:52.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One day I'll be a nurse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;... but for know I am a student nurse begining my first of my series of clinical practicums. I am at an extended care facility with approx. 50  Alzeimers patients on our wing. I am accompanied by 6 other students and an instructer. Having just finished my first week of clinical it is still very new and quite overwhelming. The first two days at this facility I assisted a nursing attendent in caring for 5 patients. Care involved bathing, brushing teeth, feeding the patients, and changing their briefs as needed. On Friday I was responsible for giving this care plus performing a head to toe assessment of my patient. It was quite the challenge. My friend, Megan from my church is working as an nursing attendent at this facility, that truly brightened my day. Just knowing that she has already done clinical as a student. She was just so encouraging and I knew she had faith in me that I am going to be a "quality nurse." To qualify to become a nurse you definitely need a servants heart filled with compassion and I felt like Megan saw that in me. Waking up at 4:30 am is not easy, however, when you realize that these patients are so dependent on you for care 4:30 am is no longer as early as it seems. The patients are dependent on you for survival plus dignity and as a student nurse I am responsible to provide them with quality care.  Listening to these patients communicate without speech or limited words is a challenge. Its a huge responsibility... but I look forward to this challenge simply because I know it's going to develop my character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389286480743316246-8008354850445421496?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/8008354850445421496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=8008354850445421496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/8008354850445421496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/8008354850445421496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-day-ill-be-nurse.html' title='One day I&apos;ll be a nurse...'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389286480743316246.post-4481072311802055585</id><published>2007-04-16T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:40:58.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing for men...</title><content type='html'>...requires a heart of compassion that only comes from knowing Christ. Today as I was walking to Save on Foods I couldn't help but notice the eyes of a homeless man desiring compassion from a stranger. Surely someone must have noticed this man enough to give him a few coins to buy a lunch or a drink. But the people walking past this man simply said, "No, I'm sorry I don't have any change." This compelled me to pray asking God's guidance in how I could help this man. After all I am a woman walking all alone and this man may or may not have pure intentions. So immediately after praying I could sense God prompting me to at least talk to this man. As I was talking with him I was filled with Christ's love. As I looked into his eyes, I knew God was telling me to love this man as he does. I told him, "I don't have any change but if you would like anything from 'Save on' I could pick something up for you." His request was simple, "Would you pick me up a chicken pot pie?" I replied, "Yeah I can get that for you." This simply request energized me with excitement just knowing that God had given me this opportunity to serve and love this man as Christ would. Thanks Lord for giving me this opportunity to share your compassion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389286480743316246-4481072311802055585?l=ahighcalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/feeds/4481072311802055585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389286480743316246&amp;postID=4481072311802055585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/4481072311802055585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389286480743316246/posts/default/4481072311802055585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahighcalling.blogspot.com/2007/04/fishing-for-men.html' title='Fishing for men...'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGbM5hQNLLA/SXa0l5F17CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JVT9_EwYs-0/S220/_MG_0721.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
