<?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-56666685098646592</id><updated>2011-07-30T10:56:00.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a kid whose been chosen</title><subtitle type='html'>"You have been chosen to know me . . ." (Isaiah 43:10)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Candace Aitken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09086951044178294685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/Sh6vhtA03gI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J3onPO2CMs8/S220/DSC_0804.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56666685098646592.post-6082246526364659230</id><published>2010-10-29T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T15:22:46.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Between the Graveyard and the Garden</title><content type='html'>Cam and I have been reading a book by Mark Buchanan entitled: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Rest of God. &lt;/span&gt;It was lent to us by some dear friends who care deeply for us. After graduation in April, through much prayer and conversation Cam and I decided to take a year to "rest" before we jumped into any type of full time ministry. A lot of people have asked us what this looks like, wondering if we have been diving into new areas of interest or taking up new hobbies. Some of this has been taking place, but both Cam and I realized that even after the dust of a busy year has settled and since we've had a lot more time on our hands, we still don't quite understand what "rest" is or at least have perverted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we thought, oh yeah, now we can go to the gym, read a book we want to read, watch movies and TV, hang out with friends, go for walks, etc, etc. Yet, all of these things though good in moderation were/have not been the answer to resting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have felt as though I am  in a time of internal tension. The longer I allow the tension to build, I feel as though I am in labor pains. Spiritual labor pains; God is birthing something new within me. I have realized that I am a great "Truth" talker especially about the importance of Sabbath, but not great at living "Truth." I constantly stand at the gates of the city peering in, speaking of all its great and wonderful attributes and yet do not step past the threshold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I scared or am I just stubborn? Perhaps both, but as I have sat (literally sat in silence) contemplating what I'm scared about or why I'm stubborn, it dawned on me that I am on the edge of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a space between what Jason Upton calls: "the graveyard and the garden" and here there will always be a tension. A tension between the flesh and the Spirit, the old and the new, busyness/striving and rest. A tension to be satisfied with the status quo or to  cross the threshold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know where I'm going, I've been blinded by the Truth. Between the graveyard and the garden, there's a road that leads to You" ~ Jason Upton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking that road ... its a constant tension: its hard, its easy, its scary, its peaceful, its slavery, its freedom, its valleys, its mountain peaks, its death, its life, its home and it is rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56666685098646592-6082246526364659230?l=candaceaitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/feeds/6082246526364659230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2010/10/between-graveyard-and-garden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/6082246526364659230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/6082246526364659230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2010/10/between-graveyard-and-garden.html' title='Between the Graveyard and the Garden'/><author><name>Candace Aitken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09086951044178294685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/Sh6vhtA03gI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J3onPO2CMs8/S220/DSC_0804.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56666685098646592.post-3744589646765660778</id><published>2010-05-30T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T09:20:34.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation 21 ~ The New Jerusalem ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/TAKP-75YEnI/AAAAAAAAACw/zZhkQlm4FHQ/s1600/foundationNewJerusalem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/TAKP-75YEnI/AAAAAAAAACw/zZhkQlm4FHQ/s200/foundationNewJerusalem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477098408228950642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31039"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31040"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31041"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, "Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31042"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." &lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31043"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;He who was seated on the throne said, "I am making everything new!" Then he said, "Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31044"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;He said to me: "It is done. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. To him who is thirsty I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31045"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he will be my son. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31046"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;But the cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the sexually immoral, those who practice magic arts, the idolaters and all liars—their place will be in the fiery lake of burning sulfur. This is the second death." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31047"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;One of the seven angels who had the seven bowls full of the seven last plagues came and said to me, "Come, I will show you the bride, the wife of the Lamb." &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31048"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;And he carried me away in the Spirit to a mountain great and high, and showed me the Holy City, Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31049"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;It shone with the glory of God, and its brilliance was like that of a very precious jewel, like a jasper, clear as crystal. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31050"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;It had a great, high wall with twelve gates, and with twelve angels at the gates. On the gates were written the names of the twelve tribes of Israel. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31051"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;There were three gates on the east, three on the north, three on the south and three on the west. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31052"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;The wall of the city had twelve foundations, and on them were the names of the twelve apostles of the Lamb. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31053"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;The angel who talked with me had a measuring rod of gold to measure the city, its gates and its walls. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31054"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;The city was laid out like a square, as long as it was wide. He measured the city with the rod and found it to be 12,000 stadia&lt;sup class="footnote" value="" href="%22#fen-NIV-31054a%22" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;a]"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=revelation%2021&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-31054a" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;in length, and as wide and high as it is long. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31055"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;He measured its wall and it was 144 cubits&lt;sup class="footnote" value="" href="%22#fen-NIV-31055b%22" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;b]"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=revelation%2021&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-31055b" title="See footnote b"&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; thick,&lt;sup class="footnote" value="" href="%22#fen-NIV-31055c%22" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;c]"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=revelation%2021&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-31055c" title="See footnote c"&gt;c&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; by man's measurement, which the angel was using. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31056"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;The wall was made of jasper, and the city of pure gold, as pure as glass. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31057"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;The foundations of the city walls were decorated with every kind of precious stone. The first foundation was jasper, the second sapphire, the third chalcedony, the fourth emerald, &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31058"&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;the fifth sardonyx, the sixth carnelian, the seventh chrysolite, the eighth beryl, the ninth topaz, the tenth chrysoprase, the eleventh jacinth, and the twelfth amethyst.&lt;sup class="footnote" value="" href="%22#fen-NIV-31058d%22" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;d]"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=revelation%2021&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-31058d" title="See footnote d"&gt;d&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31059"&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt;The twelve gates were twelve pearls, each gate made of a single pearl. The great street of the city was of pure gold, like transparent glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31060"&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I did not see a temple in the city, because the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are its temple.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31061"&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt;The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and the Lamb is its lamp. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31062"&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt;The nations will walk by its light, and the kings of the earth will bring their splendor into it. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31063"&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt;On no day will its gates ever be shut, for there will be no night there. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31064"&gt;26&lt;/sup&gt;The glory and honor of the nations will be brought into it. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31065"&gt;27&lt;/sup&gt;Nothing impure will ever enter it, nor will anyone who does what is shameful or deceitful, but only those whose names are written in the Lamb's book of life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have read this many times before, but have read over the bolded verse several times never paying attention to its significance. Going through a lot right now, especially in what I currently think of "church." I've heard for a long time, it is time to do away with religion. I understand this on a certain level, but I believe He is leading me into a deeper and fuller understanding of what it means to worship in Spirit and in truth . . . I have not realized how deep religion can go, just in my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56666685098646592-3744589646765660778?l=candaceaitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/feeds/3744589646765660778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2010/05/revelation-21-new-jerusalem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/3744589646765660778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/3744589646765660778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2010/05/revelation-21-new-jerusalem.html' title='Revelation 21 ~ The New Jerusalem ~'/><author><name>Candace Aitken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09086951044178294685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/Sh6vhtA03gI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J3onPO2CMs8/S220/DSC_0804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/TAKP-75YEnI/AAAAAAAAACw/zZhkQlm4FHQ/s72-c/foundationNewJerusalem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56666685098646592.post-4230440421435617066</id><published>2010-04-06T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:22:06.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a time to learn and grow</title><content type='html'>I think I've lost site of what I'm doing all of this for . . . how did pushing myself to get good grades take place of desiring to learn because I've been given a brain to think, learn and grow? Why am I so focused on trying to make everything perfect? Why do I strive to please people? What's in it for me anyways? a pat on the back? a moment of glory? a moment of praise? How is this transforming, not only for me, but for those around me? God revealed to me that this year was a time to learn and grow. Thinking it was a time to learn and grow in the area of scholastics and academia it has been so much more. I've learned that time is precious and we can either use it beneficially or squander it for fleeting pleasures. I've learned that relationship and community is important as it is edifying, encouraging, where pure love is shared and given, and where the Spirit loves to move. I've learned that sleep is important, no matter how much I want to stay up and watch an episode of The Office! I've learned that eating well and participating in physical exercise does a world of good rather than declining from these easy actions. I've learned that reading can be fun and not a strain on the brain and eyes. I've learned that encouraging others is fun and fills me with joy. I've learned that listening before speaking is soothing and calming. I've learned that spending time with God is not just an option, but is something that my soul and spirit desparately yearn for and need . . . as it is in these times where I have learned all of the aforementioned and even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56666685098646592-4230440421435617066?l=candaceaitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/feeds/4230440421435617066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-to-learn-and-grow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/4230440421435617066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/4230440421435617066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-to-learn-and-grow.html' title='a time to learn and grow'/><author><name>Candace Aitken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09086951044178294685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/Sh6vhtA03gI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J3onPO2CMs8/S220/DSC_0804.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56666685098646592.post-1099713257028030413</id><published>2010-03-16T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T01:04:03.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these</title><content type='html'>It's 2 am and I can't sleep . . . seems to be happening a lot lately. I've been thinking about how well I used to sleep and how as I have gotten older it has become increasingly harder to have a solid night's rest. What could be carrying on so deep within my mind that I can't set it aside for the night? . . . work? . . . school? . . . tomorrow's plans? . . . how I can't sleep? . . . round and round my mind goes, when it stops no one knows! I think the real question is why is my head so full of worry? It is interesting how fear leads to worry and worry leads to stress. So where is this fear coming from? What am I so afraid of? And why as I have gotten older am I increasingly more fearful? If worrying can not even add one single moment to my life (Matthew 6) why do I allow it to consume my time? Seems a little counter intuitive!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Papa, remind of what it is to be a child. A sleeping babe, the essence of the heart of those You say the Kingdom belongs. Don't let me forget! . . . . goodnight . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56666685098646592-1099713257028030413?l=candaceaitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/feeds/1099713257028030413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2010/03/kingdom-of-heaven-belongs-to-such-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/1099713257028030413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/1099713257028030413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2010/03/kingdom-of-heaven-belongs-to-such-as.html' title='the Kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these'/><author><name>Candace Aitken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09086951044178294685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/Sh6vhtA03gI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J3onPO2CMs8/S220/DSC_0804.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56666685098646592.post-5529405924839462881</id><published>2010-02-07T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:51:02.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light for rent</title><content type='html'>Stop telling me you are set apart. And start living set apart.&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling me you believe. And start believing.&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling me you have faith. And start living like you have faith.&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling me that you will love. And start loving.&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling me you will listen. And start listening.&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling me you will speak. And start speaking.&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling me you will lead. And start leading.&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling me you will go. And start living to go.&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling me that you have gifts. And start using your gifts.&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling me you will follow. And start following.&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling me you want to go deeper. And start diving in.&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling me you're the chosen people. Its time to start living like you're the chosen people.&lt;br /&gt;How long will you rent the light?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56666685098646592-5529405924839462881?l=candaceaitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/feeds/5529405924839462881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2010/02/light-for-rent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/5529405924839462881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/5529405924839462881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2010/02/light-for-rent.html' title='Light for rent'/><author><name>Candace Aitken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09086951044178294685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/Sh6vhtA03gI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J3onPO2CMs8/S220/DSC_0804.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56666685098646592.post-4025601245978859998</id><published>2009-12-22T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:57:48.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the shepherds and the angels ~ Luke 2:8-20 ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24974"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24975"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24976"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24977"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ&lt;sup class="footnote" value="" href="%22#fen-NIV-24977a%22" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;a]"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+2&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-24977a" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; the Lord. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24978"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/SzGiYgETYRI/AAAAAAAAACo/zRtgNzixfdE/s1600-h/the-shepherds-and-the-angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/SzGiYgETYRI/AAAAAAAAACo/zRtgNzixfdE/s200/the-shepherds-and-the-angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418290368511959314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24979"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24980"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;"Glory to God in the highest,&lt;br /&gt; and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24981"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24982"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24983"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24984"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24985"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24986"&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56666685098646592-4025601245978859998?l=candaceaitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/feeds/4025601245978859998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/12/shepherds-and-angels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/4025601245978859998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/4025601245978859998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/12/shepherds-and-angels.html' title='the shepherds and the angels ~ Luke 2:8-20 ~'/><author><name>Candace Aitken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09086951044178294685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/Sh6vhtA03gI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J3onPO2CMs8/S220/DSC_0804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/SzGiYgETYRI/AAAAAAAAACo/zRtgNzixfdE/s72-c/the-shepherds-and-the-angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56666685098646592.post-5460882038262082233</id><published>2009-10-15T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:26:40.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when the time comes</title><content type='html'>Can't get this song out of my head, perhaps there's something to it! Take a listen, I'm sure you won't be able to get it out of your head as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z9O5aZikQyA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z9O5aZikQyA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When The Time Comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wisdom but you ask questions&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for never telling me a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your decisions are mostly hidden&lt;br /&gt;The stage you stand upon is not for human eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me not to worry about tomorrow But I worry anyway&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you’ll take care of all my troubles&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, teach me how to wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are future but you are present&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for never running from your past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re committed to your creation&lt;br /&gt;For everything you’ve made your love forever lasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me not to worry about tomorrow but I worry anyway&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you’ll take care of all my troubles&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, teach me how to wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes, I will see forever&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes, It’ll be all right&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes, I will be the one asking why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did I ever doubt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56666685098646592-5460882038262082233?l=candaceaitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/feeds/5460882038262082233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-time-comes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/5460882038262082233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/5460882038262082233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-time-comes.html' title='when the time comes'/><author><name>Candace Aitken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09086951044178294685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/Sh6vhtA03gI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J3onPO2CMs8/S220/DSC_0804.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56666685098646592.post-5669554082403891944</id><published>2009-10-03T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T17:17:46.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>discipline and obedience and my desire for other things</title><content type='html'>God has me on a journey, a spiritual walk into the discipline of fasting. The following is a piece to the work He is doing within me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food has become a quiet anesthesia to the emotions that I feel such as sadness, discouragement, fear of failure, or even depression. Because I have medicated myself with food for so long I have lost what it feels like to sit in the discomfort and call out to my Heavenly Papa. My discomfort hungers for immediate satisfaction and chokes out any growth my spirit desires to undergo. In my weakness I listen to its demand and fill my face with food until I am satisfied and content. Yet it does not last long and I find myself in the seat of agony once again. Here I sit faced with a choice . . . perhaps I'll see what's in the fridge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56666685098646592-5669554082403891944?l=candaceaitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/feeds/5669554082403891944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/10/discipline-and-obedience-and-my-desire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/5669554082403891944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/5669554082403891944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/10/discipline-and-obedience-and-my-desire.html' title='discipline and obedience and my desire for other things'/><author><name>Candace Aitken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09086951044178294685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/Sh6vhtA03gI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J3onPO2CMs8/S220/DSC_0804.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56666685098646592.post-3627072187095403312</id><published>2009-08-23T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T14:10:07.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>natural vs. supernatural . . . a continuous thought</title><content type='html'>Today I have been thinking about the Kingdom. What is this mystery that is here and now and not yet? I've been thinking a lot about what life would be like without believing in Jesus. Unfortunately that life looks bleak, discouraging, hopeless, and unfulfilling. Yet what separates me as a believer from a non-believer? I am not any better than he or she and if I thought that, I wouldn't be a Christian in my mind at all. I've been thinking that what separates my life from theirs is that I have a secret. The secret is that the Truth has been revealed to me and not only do I see but I have vision. What marks my life as different is that it is lived with purpose and is much fuller. What would have been hopeless is hopeful, what would be bleak is adventurous and exciting, what would be discouraging is filled with joy. Funny enough, as I was thinking this, I read straight out of Matthew and this is what I read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Then Jesus prayed this prayer: "O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, thank you for hiding the truth from those who think themselves so wise and clever, and for revealing it to the childlike. Yes, Father, it pleased you to do it this way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;~ Matthew 11: 25-26 ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been thinking that what separates me from a non-believer is the way I live my life. This may be cliche, but what I'm thinking about is what reality I live in. Someone who lives for the world and in it may live in the reality of the seen, yet when I connect with the Father, I go into this childlike place and see a reality much clearer beyond my own. Everything starts to come alive and becomes in sink with each other. Its as if everything starts talking a mysterious language that leaves you in a trance. Now for some I may be talking crazy talk, but to me I couldn't be making more sense than the fact that 1 plus 1 equals 2. God says there is a reality beyond this one that we see with our eyes, its the supernatural. If you don't believe me, think about Elijah or Elisha, or perhaps Paul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Let me tell about the visions and revelations I received from the Lord. I was caught up into the third heaven fourteen years ago. Whether my body was there or just my spirit, I don't know; only God knows. But I do know that I was caught up into paradise and heard things so astounding that they cannot be told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;~ 2 Corinthians 12:1-4 ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My thoughts now are how do I live in such a way as to attract those living in the natural to the reality of the supernatural, ( ie. the Kingdom, Jesus, the Father, etc., etc.)? Why is it that God allows some to have this truth revealed and not others? What is my part in the mix? I know its about obedience, yet it feels funny that the older I get in the natural I am growing backward to a childlike state of dependency on my first love in the supernatural. Almost sounds like the more I know, the more I don't know! How does this all make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole lot of ramblings going on inside of my head, but I am thankful God gave me a brain to think, to ponder, and to be open to new concepts and truths He has been desiring to release. Please feel free to comment as to your thoughts, perhaps not even on what I wrote, but what has been on your heart lately! I'd love to hear about what God is shaking and moving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56666685098646592-3627072187095403312?l=candaceaitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/feeds/3627072187095403312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/08/natural-vs-supernatural-continuous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/3627072187095403312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/3627072187095403312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/08/natural-vs-supernatural-continuous.html' title='natural vs. supernatural . . . a continuous thought'/><author><name>Candace Aitken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09086951044178294685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/Sh6vhtA03gI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J3onPO2CMs8/S220/DSC_0804.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56666685098646592.post-3971835667806235724</id><published>2009-08-16T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T09:39:34.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew 7:13-14</title><content type='html'>"You can enter God's Kingdom only through the narrow gate. The highway to hell is broad, and its gate is wide for the many who choose the easy way. But the gateway to life is small, and the road is narrow, and only a few ever find it." ~ Matthew 7:13-14 ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56666685098646592-3971835667806235724?l=candaceaitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/feeds/3971835667806235724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/08/matthew-713-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/3971835667806235724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/3971835667806235724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/08/matthew-713-14.html' title='Matthew 7:13-14'/><author><name>Candace Aitken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09086951044178294685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/Sh6vhtA03gI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J3onPO2CMs8/S220/DSC_0804.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56666685098646592.post-1944946564188184871</id><published>2009-06-08T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:05:17.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple words, yet words of life</title><content type='html'>Was sitting in Starbucks just the other day, and I read this excerpt out of Finney's book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Indeed I read my Bible on my knees a great deal during those days . . . beseeching the Lord to teach me His own mind . . . I had no where to go but directly to the Bible . . . " And here he laid the groundwork for all his evangelistic appeals. From henceforth, whether confronting individuals with the Gospel, preaching to multitudes or teaching in the lecture room, he was an evangelist whose dogmas were the heart of the Bible thrown at men's souls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Funny enough I was having a conversation with a good friend yesterday about those people who have touched our lives, whom I deem as "beautiful people" who when they speak, they may speak one piece of Scripture out of the Bible that is so simple and you may read over it numerous times, but for some reason whenever they speak it into your life you have this transforming experience with the Father that thins the air between heaven and earth. Usually an experience that leaves you wanting more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I believe this is, is taking up the authority the Father desires to give freely and speaking the life giving words of the Bible out of courageous faith, only done in partnership with the Holy Spirit. When spoken in this way, words so simple become incredibly powerful, freeing, and Christ transforming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Finney was on to something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is my second last night in Canada before I jet set away to Germany. I hope to have lots of things to report whenever I return . . . until then, Auf Wiedersehen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56666685098646592-1944946564188184871?l=candaceaitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/feeds/1944946564188184871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/06/simple-words-yet-words-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/1944946564188184871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/1944946564188184871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/06/simple-words-yet-words-of-life.html' title='Simple words, yet words of life'/><author><name>Candace Aitken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09086951044178294685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/Sh6vhtA03gI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J3onPO2CMs8/S220/DSC_0804.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56666685098646592.post-6501044391280964412</id><published>2009-06-04T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:04:42.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Charles G. Finney by Basil Miller and Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/SifjWKwMo7I/AAAAAAAAACg/59kRFHwHsxU/s1600-h/finney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/SifjWKwMo7I/AAAAAAAAACg/59kRFHwHsxU/s200/finney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343489452881519538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picked up another book yesterday, actually right off of our book shelf! I've been meaning to read it for quite some time as Cam has ranted and raved about how "that is exactly what he wants to do with his life!" Its a book on Charles Finney. If you don't know who this, shame on you! . . . haha, just kidding, I've heard of his name and have heard random references made about him, but I must confess I know nothing about the man. Hopefully that will change soon! You can also check out this website: &lt;a href="http://www.gospeltruth.net/cgfworks.htm"&gt;www.gospeltruth.net&lt;/a&gt; or grab this book and start reading if you'd like to clear your ignorance as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only read the first chapter so far and already the man, who lived from 1792 - 1875, has got me thinking about prayer. The first chapter explains how Finney became a Christian in his later twenties. At the time he was a lawyer studying law and noticed how much of the legal jargon was interspersed with references to the Mosaic code of laws as well as other Scripture. Between curiousity and desiring to check out the references he picked up a Bible and began reading at leisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later after being asked to lead the choir in a local church because of his musical capabilities, Finney started challenging the minister and his hyper-dogmatic positions as not squaring up with the Bible. It was also around this time that Finney attended several prayer meetings. Yet interestingly enough, the book states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;He attended prayer meeting regularly but the praying did little to turn his attention to religion, for the church's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;praying was not followed by receiving&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; The lawyer chided the praying preacher for his non-receiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I heard them pray continually for the outpouring of the Holy Spirit, and as often confess that they did not receive what they asked for," he says. Their confession, that praying often for a revival they secured none, seemed so inconsistent to Charles that once in a prayer meeting, when asked if he wanted to be prayed for, the choir-leading lawyer stood up and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I suppose that I need to be prayed for . . . but I do not see that it would do any good for you to pray for me; for you are continually asking, but you do not receive. You have been praying for a revival of religion ever since I have been in Adams, and yet you have it not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he told them, "You have prayed enough since I have attended these meetings to have prayed the devil out of Adams if there is any virtue to your praying." He could out-argue their prayers but could not refute the call the Bible made to his soul while reading it in the privacy of his office. "But on further reading of my Bible it struck me . . . they did not pray in faith . . . And after struggling in that way my mind became settled that . . . the Bible was, nevertheless, the word of God." This settled, God's battle for his soul was won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, this got me thinking about prayer and how I pray. Lately God has been teaching me much about prayer. Mostly that prayer shouldn't be about a list of things to knock off but about being still, waiting, listening, and then praying out of my heart. As such, my prayers have looked quite different and if you heard them they might sound extremely random, yet I know that my prayers are coming from a genuine place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, through reading Finney's thoughts, a person who was not a Christian at the time, it makes me wonder if a non-believer would say the same thing about my prayers? Am I truly praying out of a place of faith, especially for the miraculous, and receiving!?! I know only I can answer that question, but it has been making me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since praying in this way, out my heart that is, I have noticed a large difference. What might seem child-like has become to me the language of heaven. It sends me into a deep intimate place with the Father like I have known in no other way. And to top it all off, since praying in this way He has led me to pray for what my small human brain categorizes as the "bigger" things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I've learned is that in order to learn the "adult talk" you must learn the "baby talk" first! A lesson that has often ended up in receiving!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56666685098646592-6501044391280964412?l=candaceaitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/feeds/6501044391280964412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/06/thoughts-on-charles-g-finney-by-basil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/6501044391280964412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/6501044391280964412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/06/thoughts-on-charles-g-finney-by-basil.html' title='Thoughts on Charles G. Finney by Basil Miller and Prayer'/><author><name>Candace Aitken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09086951044178294685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/Sh6vhtA03gI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J3onPO2CMs8/S220/DSC_0804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/SifjWKwMo7I/AAAAAAAAACg/59kRFHwHsxU/s72-c/finney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56666685098646592.post-800726182579655067</id><published>2009-06-03T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:16:49.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany and perhaps a spiritual adventure too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/SiaInVg_LmI/AAAAAAAAACA/VLMyERHqruQ/s1600-h/german-flag-640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/SiaInVg_LmI/AAAAAAAAACA/VLMyERHqruQ/s200/german-flag-640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343108217293450850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for Germany in a week from today! The trip was somewhat spontaneous but has been booked for about 6 months now. My grandma (my dad's mom), who is German, has several relatives living there. She has traveled to visit them many times over her lifetime and wanted to make one last trip before she wasn't able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half for fun and half desiring to bring family along with her, she asked my parents if they would accompany her. Voicing a lot of interest myself I was later asked if I wanted to go too! Much to my surprise my grandma was very generous and even offered to pay for three quarters of my plane ticket! Obviously not wanting to pass up the opportunity I said yes and am now looking forward to a two week trip in Germany with my parents and our very own tour guide/interpreter . . . my grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to tell you all about the itinerary but I'm not all too sure of it myself. I know we land in Hamburg where we are picked up by relatives who live in &lt;a href="http://www.niedersachsen-tourism.de/en/regionen-staedte/staedte/gifhorn/index.php"&gt;Gifhorn&lt;/a&gt;. We'll be staying in&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Gifhorn for a couple of days before we make an 8 hour drive to the border of Germany and Italy where we'll be staying in a Bed and Breakfast and catching some grand sights! Other than that, I believe we'll be making a trip to Berlin and seeing some castles along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it should be a great trip, rich in history, with lots of pictures to prove for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, as I have been preparing for this trip it has come along with several interesting happenings. As I've sat back I've noticed that there have been several either coincidences or just strange occurrences, like . . . researching and writing a paper on Bonhoeffer this last school term, watching several movies with the Holocaust theme . . . first &lt;a href="http://www.defiancemovie.com/"&gt;Defiance&lt;/a&gt;, then &lt;a href="http://www.boyinthestripedpajamas.com/#/home"&gt;The Boy in the Striped Pajamas&lt;/a&gt;, and then &lt;a href="http://valkyrie.unitedartists.com/"&gt;Valkyrie&lt;/a&gt; (all great movies by the way!). With each incident it has made me think deeply about the atrocities of Hitler and his Nazis regiment. Now, here I am, going to the very country where it all began . . . my thoughts have been, as they usually are whenever a certain theme keeps popping up, . . . what are you trying to either say to me or make me aware of God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been my experience that whenever God is trying to tell me something He continually brings a theme to my attention until I either take notice or understand a new revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before I started writing this post I was extremely curious if any concentration camp sites would be in our midst. In my curious state I was brought to this website: &lt;a href="http://www.ushmm.org/"&gt;www.ushmm.org&lt;/a&gt; where I've now spent a total of two hours reading about concentration camps (&lt;a href="http://www.ushmm.org/wlc/article.php?lang=en&amp;amp;ModuleId=10005538"&gt;Sachsenhausen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushmm.org/wlc/article.php?lang=en&amp;amp;ModuleId=10005214"&gt;Dachau&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushmm.org/wlc/article.php?lang=en&amp;amp;ModuleId=10005189"&gt;Auschwitz&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;a href="http://www.ushmm.org/wlc/article.php?lang=en&amp;amp;ModuleId=10005059"&gt;ghettos&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushmm.org/wlc/article.php?lang=en&amp;amp;ModuleId=10005168"&gt;medical experiments&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushmm.org/wlc/article.php?lang=en&amp;amp;ModuleId=10005201"&gt;Kristallnacht&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushmm.org/wlc/article.php?lang=en&amp;amp;ModuleId=10005183"&gt;pogroms&lt;/a&gt; (Russian word meaning “to wreak havoc, to demolish violently”), &lt;span class="Article_Caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushmm.org/wlc/article.php?lang=en&amp;amp;ModuleId=10005201"&gt;Herschel Grynszpan&lt;/a&gt;, and the list continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gets me is the evil and darkness I feel whenever I read, study, or watch anything related to the Holocaust . . . how could such evil be dreamt up? What's more is how could someone do these terrible, nightmarish things to another and think it was alright? Perhaps my struggle has been with wondering where God was in all of it? I know that He is everywhere, but what was He thinking, where was He moving, what was He touching . . . . ? I guess I wonder what the bigger picture was in it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure, I will not be impressed with what the devil can do, because I know a God who is even BIGGER than any evil that can be dreamt up and acted out. For this reason, I will press even deeper into the depths of God, searching out His heart and His face, seeing the purity and love that is in His eyes . . . yeah, that's where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as I'm about to embark on a traveling journey, I pray that I will also be embarking upon a spiritual journey. One that will take me to new places and new heights! . . . I'll keep you posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56666685098646592-800726182579655067?l=candaceaitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/feeds/800726182579655067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/06/germany-and-perhaps-spiritual-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/800726182579655067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/800726182579655067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/06/germany-and-perhaps-spiritual-adventure.html' title='Germany and perhaps a spiritual adventure too!'/><author><name>Candace Aitken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09086951044178294685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/Sh6vhtA03gI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J3onPO2CMs8/S220/DSC_0804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/SiaInVg_LmI/AAAAAAAAACA/VLMyERHqruQ/s72-c/german-flag-640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56666685098646592.post-632918408184737673</id><published>2009-06-02T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T07:33:39.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Mornings, News, &amp; Connecting with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/SiU2iFhBIXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZQJ4helMuTU/s1600-h/can-am-lg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/SiU2iFhBIXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZQJ4helMuTU/s200/can-am-lg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342736492169077106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was up at 5:50 this morning. I've been pretty addicted to getting up early these days. You might not think that is a bad thing, but it's because I've been addicted to watching Canada am!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been so enthused with the news which is something I thought I'd never be into especially growing up. I hated when my parents would turn on the 5 o'clock news! It was so boring to me not to mention extremely depressing. However, I'm loving getting up, making myself a cup of warm coffee, making a little breakfast and sitting and watching the news!?! Who knew???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'd like to think I have an addiction to the mornings rather than the news as I find myself becoming more and more of a morning person . . . could I be getting old? Something about getting up when you know most people are still sleeping is inviting. I feel like I have a secret that no else knows about. And to top it all off, I believe I have been connecting with God without even realizing it . . . until just now that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that I start praying about the things going on in the world without thinking about it first . . . like praying for God to lead people to find &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/canada/toronto/story/2009/05/20/tori-stafford.html"&gt;Victoria Stafford&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/world/flight-447-vanished-without-warning/article1162634/"&gt;Air France 447&lt;/a&gt; . . . so many things going on in our world . . . just reminds me how big the world is but just how much BIGGER God is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright . . . I've been sitting here for way too long . . . it's time to get on with the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56666685098646592-632918408184737673?l=candaceaitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/feeds/632918408184737673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/06/early-mornings-news-connecting-with-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/632918408184737673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/632918408184737673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/06/early-mornings-news-connecting-with-god.html' title='Early Mornings, News, &amp; Connecting with God'/><author><name>Candace Aitken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09086951044178294685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/Sh6vhtA03gI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J3onPO2CMs8/S220/DSC_0804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/SiU2iFhBIXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZQJ4helMuTU/s72-c/can-am-lg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56666685098646592.post-3773651184179599118</id><published>2009-06-01T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:04:24.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>service with purpose affirms identity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"When God chose to bring the Messiah through the Virgin Mary, He sent Gabriel the angel to bring the message. When the apostle Paul was about to suffer shipwreck, an angel of the Lord told him what would happen. On numerous occasions throughout Scripture angels did what God could have done easily Himself. But why didn't God do those things Himself? For the same reason He doesn't preach the gospel: He has chosen to let His creation enjoy the privilege of service in His Kingdom. Service with purpose affirms identity. A godly self-esteem is derived from doing 'as He pleases.' And true service is an overflow of worship" (141).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I just finished a book entitled &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/When-Heaven-Invades-Earth-Johnson/dp/0768429528"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Heaven Invades Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Bill Johnson. The book in essence is about changing the way we think about the supernatural so much so that the author advocates that "by rediscovering our true identity in Him that we can begin to move into the promises of God regarding the miraculous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of what Johnson says I agree with and believe in. Lately I've been thinking a lot about identity. The question: "What is my identity?" has been popping up a great deal in the past year. It even popped up in a conversation I was having with my husband yesterday after church as he stated: "I don't think I know who I am anymore?" He continued on to say: "I used to know who I was based on what I was into, like how I liked going to parties, and how I liked being a soccer player, but now, I just don't know anymore?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times, we identify ourselves by what we "do" . . .  "I am a CEO" . . . "I am a teacher" . . . "I am a hockey player." Even when I read Johnson's statement: "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Service with purpose affirms identity&lt;/span&gt;" I was somewhat confused as I thought he was saying that we are defined by what we do. However, as I thought about it a little more deeply I realized that I am the most fulfilled whenever I am "doing" something or "serving" in a way where it gives me purpose. What is this about? Could this be the essence to my identity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've thought a lot about this over the past while I realized that when God knit me together in my mother's womb He knit into me specific gifts: spiritual gifts, natural gifts, talents, strengths, abilities, dreams, desires, etc. I also realized that in being part of the body of believers (ie. the church) my gifts and everything else that comes along with being "Candace Aitken" must be used if the body is to function at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking . . . whenever I am "doing" or "serving" and am feeling of purpose I am in fact functioning out of my gifts, strengths, talents, etc. as what I've noticed is that I feel a great sense of purpose because I feel strong and succeed. Huh! Maybe, just maybe, that was God's intentions and plan??? For me to feel strong and for me to know what succeeding feels like through using my gifts and talents? Could there be a connection here in terms of identity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps instead of identifying myself as "Candace Aitken . . . I am a student" maybe I should start identifying myself as "Candace Aitken . . . a child of God with gifts and natural abilities that include leadership, empathy, prophesy, intercession, pastoring, drive, focus, etc. Maybe I shouldn't define myself by what I "do" but rather by my "being".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps in understanding my gifts and everything that comes along with that I might just start understanding my true identity. Hence, Johnson's statement then makes perfect sense: '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;service with purpose affirms identity&lt;/span&gt;'! When we function out of our gifts it gives us purpose and in effect affirms more deeply who we are and who we were created be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56666685098646592-3773651184179599118?l=candaceaitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/feeds/3773651184179599118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/06/service-with-purpose-affirms-identity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/3773651184179599118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/3773651184179599118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/06/service-with-purpose-affirms-identity.html' title='service with purpose affirms identity'/><author><name>Candace Aitken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09086951044178294685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/Sh6vhtA03gI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J3onPO2CMs8/S220/DSC_0804.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56666685098646592.post-3919607174272806404</id><published>2009-05-29T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:29:48.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Cross is always ready!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last October (I think) Cam and I decided to make a last minute trip to Edmonton in order to see Jason Upton in concert. If you don't know who Jason Upton is, I highly encourage you to visit his website at www.jasonupton.net and listen to some of his music! I guarantee you'll fall in love and hopefully be taken to new places in the Spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first song he played at the concert was a song called "The Kingdom Song" which we thought was going to be on his new album (1200 Feet Below Sea Level) he was promoting that evening. Unfortunately it wasn't, however the new c.d. is awesome despite the missing song! I hope you'll take a listen, as I found the song on You Tube! Words so simple that are piercing revelation! My hope is that it appears on a &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;future c.d. of his! Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Kingdom Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a pure and undefiled religion, walking with you Jesus&lt;br /&gt;You are the blessed hope, You are the Risen Son&lt;br /&gt;There were witnesses at resurrection, calling everyone&lt;br /&gt;To walk the royal way, To sing the Kingdom Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cross, the cross is always ready&lt;br /&gt;Every day it waits for me&lt;br /&gt;Christ our narrow road, our vision&lt;br /&gt;Christ, the everlasting seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus I want to follow&lt;br /&gt;Jesus we want to follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4bzyETo9dLE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4bzyETo9dLE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56666685098646592-3919607174272806404?l=candaceaitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/feeds/3919607174272806404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/05/cross-is-always-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/3919607174272806404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/3919607174272806404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/05/cross-is-always-ready.html' title='the Cross is always ready!'/><author><name>Candace Aitken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09086951044178294685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/Sh6vhtA03gI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J3onPO2CMs8/S220/DSC_0804.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56666685098646592.post-2838115276344611510</id><published>2009-05-28T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:24:52.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a kid whose been chosen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/Sh66aF4hDtI/AAAAAAAAABY/TZybOw6n0UE/s1600-h/IMG_0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/Sh66aF4hDtI/AAAAAAAAABY/TZybOw6n0UE/s320/IMG_0556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340911165526576850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the first post that I am writing as I am new to blogging . . . this may mean that I am wasting more of my life away by being on the computer, but I believe it will also be a way to express what's going on in my head and heart, sort of like a public journal as to Candace Aitken's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was going through the steps of creating the blog I was seriously stumped on what to title my blog. I confess that I looked at several friends' blogs to see what they entitled theirs! Oh, so shameful! Haha. However, not wanting to be unoriginal I prayed to God asking Him what He would like to see as a title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a little too spiritual as I thought "why would God care what I titled my blog page?" let alone why am I even praying about something so silly? But I prayed anyways and just waited . . . Quite ridiculous really that I couldn't think up either a witty title or something that could captivate my audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as the waiting continued, I decided to look at some pictures for inspiration. I eventually landed on the one as shown above. This picture was taken by my husband Cam while on our honeymoon. I think it was our second day staying at our Bed and Breakfast on Thetis Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the mornings being incredibly beautiful as we had a balcony that overlooked a huge valley. I remember looking out the window, being very insightful and taking a moment to take everything in . . . a marriage that just happened and now a new life . . . two becoming one . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I thought back to that moment, the title for my blog kinda came out of it: I'm just a kid, whose very in love with the Father, a sister to and co-heir with Jesus, a kid who is His servant who has been chosen. Needless to say the title became: just a kid whose been chosen. Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading my posts as much as I'm sure I'll enjoy posting them! Please feel free to comment and I will do my best in responding back! Blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56666685098646592-2838115276344611510?l=candaceaitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/feeds/2838115276344611510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-kid-whose-been-chosen.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/2838115276344611510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56666685098646592/posts/default/2838115276344611510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaceaitken.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-kid-whose-been-chosen.html' title='just a kid whose been chosen'/><author><name>Candace Aitken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09086951044178294685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/Sh6vhtA03gI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J3onPO2CMs8/S220/DSC_0804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n4KQJSV5RT8/Sh66aF4hDtI/AAAAAAAAABY/TZybOw6n0UE/s72-c/IMG_0556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
