<?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-4732169163508511222</id><updated>2012-01-02T15:15:06.461-08:00</updated><category term='the Father&apos;s approval'/><category term='ministry to the Lord himself'/><category term='alabaster box'/><title type='text'>Lily May Nightingale</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174348395062693983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRwtSdwTL3o/S60j7WxYGAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dhrnndZeMns/S220/Nightingale+-+use+this+one.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732169163508511222.post-6206507003518912546</id><published>2011-04-27T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T10:06:45.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>Death is never a welcome visitor. Even if it is a blessing for those hurting, sick or sad. The inevitable guest at the end of our earthly existence..expected....but misunderstood at best. To have a young man inadvertently, accidentally kill himself....give in to the demons of addiction and drugs, I cannot comprehend it. I cannot understand the waste of a such a gentle soul. How are those left expected to deal the with the emotional heart ache of the "why could they?" "Could I have done more?" Why some live....some die....some exist....forever will create questions in my mind. I just don't have the words to express the sense of loss for all the death that has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; within the last week. Ultimately...I do believe that God is in control...that His eye is on the sparrow and that He watches over His own. Sometimes...sometimes...I would just like to understand things a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;Lily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732169163508511222-6206507003518912546?l=lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/feeds/6206507003518912546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2011/04/death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/6206507003518912546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/6206507003518912546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2011/04/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174348395062693983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRwtSdwTL3o/S60j7WxYGAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dhrnndZeMns/S220/Nightingale+-+use+this+one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732169163508511222.post-6518936857062780041</id><published>2011-01-12T15:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T21:50:57.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>A heavy sense of failure has been my constant companion as of late. Struggles with people and responsibilities towards them. Most days I would just as soon stay inside and never go out. I'd rather be in seclusion than offend. I have no answers. This is just my daily struggle. I know there is a reason for it. A purpose in it. But it is not quite clear to me yet. My trust is in the Lord, not in my ability to understand my circumstances, my emotional/mental state but in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732169163508511222-6518936857062780041?l=lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/feeds/6518936857062780041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2011/01/failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/6518936857062780041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/6518936857062780041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2011/01/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174348395062693983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRwtSdwTL3o/S60j7WxYGAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dhrnndZeMns/S220/Nightingale+-+use+this+one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732169163508511222.post-7727950886123072472</id><published>2010-11-13T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T09:03:37.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A disciple is like his Lord.</title><content type='html'>From Oswald Chambers today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is enough for the disciple that he be as his master, and the servant as his Lord." Matthew 10:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the East the women sing as they grind the corn between the millstones: and the 'the sound of the millstones' is music in the ears of God. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;worlding&lt;/span&gt; does not think it music, but the saint who is being made into bread knows that his Father knows best, and that He would never allow the suffering if He had not some purpose. Ill-tempered people, hard circumstances, poverty, wilful misunderstands and estrangements, are all millstones. Had Jesus any of these things in His own life? He had a devil in His company for three years; He lived at home with brothers and sisters who did not believe in Him; He was continually thwarted and misunderstood by the Pharisee, and He says, 'the disciple is not above his mater'. If we have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tiniest&lt;/span&gt; element of self-pity in us God dare not put us anywhere near the millstones. When these experiences come, remember God has His eye on every detail. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that I might be one of those ill-tempered people that cause the other saints offense. This is my own millstone. Please Lord, please, grind out of me the old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovingly....for you Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Lily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732169163508511222-7727950886123072472?l=lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/feeds/7727950886123072472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/11/disciple-is-like-his-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/7727950886123072472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/7727950886123072472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/11/disciple-is-like-his-lord.html' title='A disciple is like his Lord.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174348395062693983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRwtSdwTL3o/S60j7WxYGAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dhrnndZeMns/S220/Nightingale+-+use+this+one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732169163508511222.post-1544980115795397441</id><published>2010-09-19T12:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T12:19:48.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejoice...and again I say rejoice.</title><content type='html'>This is the day that the Lord hath made, we will rejoice and be glad in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732169163508511222-1544980115795397441?l=lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/feeds/1544980115795397441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/09/rejoiceand-again-i-say-rejoice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/1544980115795397441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/1544980115795397441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/09/rejoiceand-again-i-say-rejoice.html' title='Rejoice...and again I say rejoice.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174348395062693983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRwtSdwTL3o/S60j7WxYGAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dhrnndZeMns/S220/Nightingale+-+use+this+one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732169163508511222.post-7275219084430668275</id><published>2010-09-09T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T08:23:08.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Guided by The Word of God</title><content type='html'>Be guided by the Word of God. (John 1:1) Not only by written word but the indwelling Word. The written word serves only to confirm what the Spirit (Word) of God has already written on your heart. (Hebrews 8:10 &amp;amp; Jeremiah 31:33) We serve one Master, we have one King. Dear Bride of Christ, listen for your Bridegroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732169163508511222-7275219084430668275?l=lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/feeds/7275219084430668275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/09/be-guided-by-word-of-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/7275219084430668275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/7275219084430668275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/09/be-guided-by-word-of-god.html' title='Be Guided by The Word of God'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174348395062693983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRwtSdwTL3o/S60j7WxYGAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dhrnndZeMns/S220/Nightingale+-+use+this+one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732169163508511222.post-1345576487697654528</id><published>2010-09-03T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T09:54:10.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliverance....the work of the Lord</title><content type='html'>"And a person's enemies will be those of his own household. Whoever loves father or mother more than me is not worthy of me, and whoever loves son or daughter more than me is not worth of me." Matthew 10:37-38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family loyalty is a good thing. Truly. If you can't depend on your family than who can you depend on? In the natural, physical, human realm this is an acceptable way to behave, an expected way to live. The problem comes in when family does not act properly, does not live according to the Spirit of Life. What then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first loyalty must be to the Lord Jesus Christ. Figuratively speaking He is saying to his disciples in the above scripture, "If you do not love me more than anyone, more than anything, more than life itself, you are not worthy of Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would the Lord ask this of me? To choose Him over family. Yes. He would. If my family is not seeking God and is bent on tearing me down or intent on being a stumbling block to me, I must remove myself from them, continue to pray for them, but give them no presence in my life. Does this mean that I don't love them....perhaps, in a humanistic type of way, but in God's way it is the most loving thing to do for yourself and for them. Remove yourself from them and let God have his way with them. There is no other way to cope with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732169163508511222-1345576487697654528?l=lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/feeds/1345576487697654528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/09/deliverancethe-work-of-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/1345576487697654528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/1345576487697654528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/09/deliverancethe-work-of-lord.html' title='Deliverance....the work of the Lord'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174348395062693983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRwtSdwTL3o/S60j7WxYGAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dhrnndZeMns/S220/Nightingale+-+use+this+one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732169163508511222.post-7044302485513989737</id><published>2010-08-06T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T11:26:04.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A River Runs Through It</title><content type='html'>Last night I watched the movie, "A River Runs Through It." For those of you who have seen it I need not elaborate but for those who have not, the essential theme is about family. The story is told through the eyes of an older brother. In one of the last scenes the father, Reverend Maclean, shortly before his death, said this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Each one of us here today will at one time in our lives look upon a loved one who is in need and ask the same question. 'We are willing to help Lord but what if anything is needed?' It is seldom true we can help those closest to us, either we don't know what part of ourselves to give but more often than not the part we have to give is not wanted. And so, it is those we live with and should know who elude us. But we can still love them. We can love completely without complete understanding."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This touched me deeply because there are times that our children will not let us love them the way we want to. They don't seem to need our concern or our questions. They only want their laundry done, their food prepared and the stability of us being there. Just being there. The place of distant viewing is forced upon us by those that we are supposed to love. They cannot seem to find it in themselves to forgive us for our shortcomings as parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God stands afar off from most, with Himself to give, in the physical form of His Son, and we do not want Him. We want His blessings. We want many things but we don't truly want Him. His faithfulness is overwhelming. His love knows no bounds. But His distance from us is of our own doing. My husband says, "God is the ultimate Gentleman." He will not come in where He is not invited. If you draw boundaries He will not step over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had to erase a few boundaries lately and in so doing it has widened my spiritual horizons. I was given eyes to see and ears to hear with. And with my new eyes I could see those who needed to be loved completely but as yet were not completely understood. I could hear the silent cry of those who simply needed acceptance for who they were. This acceptance I have craved all my life and the Lord is saying, "You must give before you can get. You must do before it is done to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thine O Lord, I have heard thy voice and it told thy love to me.&lt;br /&gt;I long to rise in the arms of faith and be closer drawn to thee.&lt;br /&gt;Draw me nearer, nearer precious Lord to the cross where thou hast died.&lt;br /&gt;Draw me nearer, nearer precious Lord, to thy precious bleeding side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erase your boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;Lily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732169163508511222-7044302485513989737?l=lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/feeds/7044302485513989737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/08/river-runs-through-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/7044302485513989737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/7044302485513989737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/08/river-runs-through-it.html' title='A River Runs Through It'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174348395062693983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRwtSdwTL3o/S60j7WxYGAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dhrnndZeMns/S220/Nightingale+-+use+this+one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732169163508511222.post-8600588479434503727</id><published>2010-07-17T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T10:34:37.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Troubled Soul</title><content type='html'>Upon rising today a sense of heaviness seemed to persist. Not the usual light heartedness of the morning. As I started my reading for the day the entry from one of my devotional books spoke to me. I have had this particular book for many years and have pulled it out from time to time but lately the words contained in it have been arrows of the Spirit to my soul.  Here is part of today's entry. I hope it blesses you as it blessed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O troubled soul, beneath the rod,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Father speaks, be still, be still;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Learn to be silent unto God,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And let Him mold you to His will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O praying soul, be still, be still,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He cannot break His promised Word;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sink down into His blessed will,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And wait in patience on the Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;O waiting soul, be still, be strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;And though He tarry, trust and wait;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Doubt not, He will not wait too long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Fear not, He will not come too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Lily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732169163508511222-8600588479434503727?l=lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/feeds/8600588479434503727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/07/troubled-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/8600588479434503727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/8600588479434503727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/07/troubled-soul.html' title='A Troubled Soul'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174348395062693983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRwtSdwTL3o/S60j7WxYGAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dhrnndZeMns/S220/Nightingale+-+use+this+one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732169163508511222.post-6130147338302213197</id><published>2010-06-09T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T18:35:55.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pursuit of God</title><content type='html'>This morning my devotional time took me to A. W. Tozier's book "The Pursuit of God". He writes, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If we truly want to follow God we must seek to be &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;other-worldly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This I say knowing well that &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;word has been used with scorn by the sons of this world and applied to the Christian as a badge of reproach. So be it. Every man must choose his world. If we who follow Christ, with all the facts before us and knowing what we are about, deliberately choose the Kingdom of God as our sphere of interest I see no reason why anyone should object. If we lose by it, the loss is our own; if we gain, we rob no one by so doing. The "other world," which is the object of this world's disdain and the subject of the drunkard's mocking song, is our carefully chosen goal and the object of our holiest longing."&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another writer I read often calls this world "actuality" and the spiritual world "reality".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which world do you strive to live in? Which world do you lay up treasures in? Which world captures your heart, your soul, your mind? Which do you love?...this world, the seen, actuality or God, the unseen, Reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a betting person...would you let it all ride on the unseen? Would you be willing to cut your moorings in the safeness of the actual harbor and launch out into the deep reality which is known as God? To be able by faith to arrive at the Place where your total dependence and daily sustenance is on the One and from the One you cannot see but know is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lord is a person. A flesh and bones person. He lived, he died and He lives again. He ever lives to make intercession for his people. Is your life the answer to his prayers? (His prayer can be read in John 17.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal is God. The beginning is God. The end is God. Reality is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seek ye first the Kingdom of God and all these things shall be added unto you." The funny thing about that statement is this: if you seek the Kingdom of God the goal becomes God Himself and the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;other things&lt;/span&gt; lose their appeal. You no longer crave the adulation of men, the selfish indulgences, the things or possessions, or the success that money brings. (the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes and the pride of life). To know God and be able to fellowship with Him, and to know Christ and abide in Him, and to experience the pure pleasure of His Presence is, quite frankly, pure joy and pure love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin today to focus on the unseen yet real world. There you will find eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Lily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;page 57 of "The Pursuit of God"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732169163508511222-6130147338302213197?l=lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/feeds/6130147338302213197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/06/pursuit-of-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/6130147338302213197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/6130147338302213197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/06/pursuit-of-god.html' title='The Pursuit of God'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174348395062693983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRwtSdwTL3o/S60j7WxYGAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dhrnndZeMns/S220/Nightingale+-+use+this+one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732169163508511222.post-876370716885748412</id><published>2010-05-20T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:51:06.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Timothy 4:8 "For bodily exercise is profitable to little: but godliness is profitable to all thing, having promise of the life that now is, and of that which is to come." (Douay-Rheims&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It is a truth that the more a physical muscle is exercised the stronger it becomes. If the physical is a visable picture of the spiritual than it would be a truth of our spiritual muscles as well. So it is with faith. It must be exercised. To exercise your faith you must be put into positions to be stretched. The goal here is not for blessings or worldly success....but....the goal is God. And we may not come to know the Father except through the Son. Therefore, we must excercise our faith along this one line. Is it the answer to Jesus' prayer for us in John 17. That we may be one as He and the Father are one. You do not attain this on flowery beds of ease. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are the things of worth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doing God's will on earth....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entering the kingdom....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Becoming one with Christ....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being led by the Spirit of God....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living a life of victory over sin, self and Satan....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overcoming the world....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laying down your life....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taking up your cross daily...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And following the Lamb wherever He goes....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The end:  the restoration of our fellowship with God. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing else matters. Nothing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you willing to drink the cup?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Him,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732169163508511222-876370716885748412?l=lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/feeds/876370716885748412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/05/exercise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/876370716885748412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/876370716885748412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/05/exercise.html' title='Exercise?'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174348395062693983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRwtSdwTL3o/S60j7WxYGAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dhrnndZeMns/S220/Nightingale+-+use+this+one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732169163508511222.post-8712772386429651101</id><published>2010-05-13T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T11:22:51.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge Not</title><content type='html'>For some time now the Lord has consistently been dealing with me with regard to my judgmental, unfair, unloving and critical attitudes towards others. It does not please Him and on more than one occasion He has dealt with me rather severely about it. I do understand what He's telling me. In light of this, below is a quotation from "God Calling" which today reaffirmed what He's been doing in my own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Never judge. The heart of man is so delicate, so complex, only it's Maker and Master can know it. Each heart is so different, actuated by different motives, controlled by different circumstances, influenced by different sufferings. How can one judge of another? Leave to Me the unravelling of the puzzles of life. Leave to Me the teaching of undertsanding. Bring each heart to Me, it's Maker, and leave it there with Me. Secure in the certainty that all that is wrong I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(and only I)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can set right"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more needs to be said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732169163508511222-8712772386429651101?l=lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/feeds/8712772386429651101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/05/judge-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/8712772386429651101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/8712772386429651101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/05/judge-not.html' title='Judge Not'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174348395062693983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRwtSdwTL3o/S60j7WxYGAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dhrnndZeMns/S220/Nightingale+-+use+this+one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732169163508511222.post-7274443588866569458</id><published>2010-04-01T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T16:26:53.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CALL .... Chosen?</title><content type='html'>In our presumption we all think that if the Lord himself (in the flesh) came to us and called us, we would hear him and follow. Perhaps. Do you hear him now saying, "Deny yourself, take up your cross and follow me."? Do YOU? He's saying it to you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self is the most virulent enemy of Jesus. Serving self rather than serving God. What I want. What I think I want. What I think I need. What I want to eat. What I want to wear. Where I want to go. Where I want to live. What career will be the most profitable for me. How can I make the most money and live comfortably? I want to live in the right neighborhood. I want to have the right friends. The operative word here seems to be "I".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The call went out to Andrew and Peter (Simon) and they followed. They left their boats, their family, their way of life and followed a man they hardly knew. The call went out to those that were in Zebedee's boat, he, the father, his hired servants and his two sons, James and John. All heard the Lord's call. "Follow Me." They all heard....but they all did not have ears to hear. Only James and John followed Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the bridegroom calling you, "Come away my beloved...come away." ? You need to. He's calling. Many are called but few are chosen. Deny the world and all the voices it brings. Deny yourself and all you think you want, engage yourself in cross carrying obedience to the Lord..your Master and coming King. His is the only voice of any worth. Sell all you have to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be chosen this time. For this one great calling, I want to be chosen. Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"And straightway he called them: and they left their father Zebedee in the ship with the hired servants and went after him. Mark 1:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Praying for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732169163508511222-7274443588866569458?l=lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/feeds/7274443588866569458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/04/call-chosen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/7274443588866569458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/7274443588866569458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/04/call-chosen.html' title='THE CALL .... Chosen?'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174348395062693983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRwtSdwTL3o/S60j7WxYGAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dhrnndZeMns/S220/Nightingale+-+use+this+one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732169163508511222.post-808630221058995807</id><published>2010-03-28T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T12:54:05.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry to the Lord himself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alabaster box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Father&apos;s approval'/><title type='text'>The Alabaster Box</title><content type='html'>I dare say that most people would consider their earthly life precious and of great worth to themselves and others. Some might say to you or to me, "You have gifts and talents in abundance!" (which I must add, for me, is quite debatable) "You could do so much for Jesus! Use your gifts and talents to do good." In our human wisdom and reasoning this would make perfect, logical sense. But I no longer care to live within the framework of human wisdom or reasoning. I want to live in the mind of Christ. I want to break the alabaster box of my life and pour it out in ministry to the Lord....to be found in service to the King...to be found faithfully doing the Father's will. What care I for what mere men may think? Men are but dust and ashes. I want true substance, virtue and truth in my inward parts. I want to hear the Father say, "This is my beloved daughter, in whom I am well pleased."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing - not even my earthly life is more important than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Matthew 26:10&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But Jesus, aware of this, (how the disciples felt about Mary's anointing his head with oil) said to them, ""Why do you trouble the woman? For she has done a beautiful thing to me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732169163508511222-808630221058995807?l=lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/feeds/808630221058995807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/03/alabaster-box.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/808630221058995807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/808630221058995807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/03/alabaster-box.html' title='The Alabaster Box'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174348395062693983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRwtSdwTL3o/S60j7WxYGAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dhrnndZeMns/S220/Nightingale+-+use+this+one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732169163508511222.post-2088757459646134807</id><published>2010-03-26T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T16:16:03.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparrows and Nightingales</title><content type='html'>The name "nightingale" came from reference in the Oswald Chambers book, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If Thou Wilt Be Perfect". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It is only when our lives are hid with Christ in God that we learn how to be silent unto God, not silent about Him, but silent with the strong restful certainty that all is well, behind everything stands God, and the strength of the soul is that it knows it. There are no panics intellectual or moral. What a lot of panicky sparrows we are, the majority of us. We chatter and tweet under God's eaves until we cannot hear His voice at all - until we learn the wonderful life and music of the Lord Jesus telling us that our heavenly Father is the God of the sparrows, and by the marvellous transformation of grace He can turn the sparrows into His nightingales that can sing through every night of sorrow. A sparrow cannot sing through a night of sorrow, and no soul can sing through a night of sorrow unless it has learned to be silent unto God - one look, one thought about my Father in heaven, and it is all right." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;page 91. His scripture reference is Psalm 46:10. "Be still and know that I am God." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems the last thing that children are capable of doing is being still...unless of course, they are asleep. It's the rarest of situations to find children quiet and reflective. It does happens...but not often. For God to look down on his children and find them still and knowing, resting in Him, must bring pleasure to him. I hope it does. Samuel heard the voice of the Lord and mistook it for Eli's. I did not call you Samuel. But God did call Samuel. "Speak Lord, for thy servant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heareth&lt;/span&gt;." Are you still...are you listening for the voice of the Bridegroom? Do you have enough oil so that your lamp may be lit should he come at night? The nightingale can sing her song all day and all night. Watch and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732169163508511222-2088757459646134807?l=lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/feeds/2088757459646134807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/03/sparrows-and-nightingales.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/2088757459646134807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/2088757459646134807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/03/sparrows-and-nightingales.html' title='Sparrows and Nightingales'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174348395062693983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRwtSdwTL3o/S60j7WxYGAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dhrnndZeMns/S220/Nightingale+-+use+this+one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732169163508511222.post-9135733069138933121</id><published>2010-03-26T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T11:16:03.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only For the Master</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of this blog. It has been created as a way for me to express what the Lord tells me, shows me and instructs me to do. Lily May is not my real name. My 'real' identity will never be divulged here. The reason for that is personal and private. Nor is it important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymity is such a blessing. There is a freedom to speak what I feel led to speak, do what I feel led to do and not draw attention to 'me'. I want the attention to be on the Lord Jesus Christ and him only. I hope those that find this blog will come away wanting to know Jesus better...wanting to do God's will. Wanting, above all, to be obedient to the heavenly calling that is in Christ Jesus and to found in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes and prayers are for you to learn what it means to deny yourself, take up your cross and follow Jesus. There is no other way of discipleship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today could be the first day that you determine to seek the Lord with a whole heart and allow him to cleanse you from all unrighteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732169163508511222-9135733069138933121?l=lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/feeds/9135733069138933121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-is-first-day-of-this-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/9135733069138933121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732169163508511222/posts/default/9135733069138933121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilymaynightingale.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-is-first-day-of-this-blog.html' title='Only For the Master'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174348395062693983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRwtSdwTL3o/S60j7WxYGAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dhrnndZeMns/S220/Nightingale+-+use+this+one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
