<?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-4016610925286709326</id><updated>2012-01-28T19:20:25.046-06:00</updated><category term='pissed fact'/><category term='apartment hunting'/><category term='meme'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='fact Life purpose'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='peace'/><category term='weak waiting'/><category term='thankful birthday'/><category term='believe'/><category term='fact tag'/><category term='jobless'/><category term='death'/><category term='fact dreams visions'/><category term='His faithfulness'/><category term='fact thankfulness'/><category term='Appreciation'/><category term='fact my relationship with Dad'/><category term='fact Life purpose relationship'/><category term='grace mercy newmonth fact'/><category term='fact invite'/><category term='fact questions'/><category term='ingratitude'/><category term='fathers&apos; day'/><category term='real true love'/><category term='real'/><category term='fact pain questions'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='His Product'/><category term='fact thank you Birthday'/><category term='thankyou'/><category term='behind the scenes'/><category term='fact'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='innovation'/><category term='fact consciouness'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='joke'/><category term='busy'/><category term='puff-puff'/><category term='confused'/><category term='confession'/><category term='fact humility seeking God&apos;s face'/><title type='text'>Part of my Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Daily Happenings in my life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-4720656780095664106</id><published>2010-04-19T18:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T04:13:43.477-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Just a random post.</title><content type='html'>Hello people, how're you all doing and howz your week coming? Rinsola feels like typing a random post............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fact that Rinsola is still alive today, means He ain't done with her yet, right?. Lord please fulfill your purpose for my life in Jesus name (Amen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; been uttering this statement for days now; "&lt;em&gt;I desire to have a round table discussion with Jehoshaphat and Moses&lt;/em&gt;".  Well, i desire to converse with other great men of God in the Bible, but right now, my questions are sorely for Uncle Jehoshaphat and Uncle Moses. You may have an idea of what my questions may sound like and why, when you read 2nd Chronicles and Exodus. I'm wondering what God is saying now and what He'ld do about that (&lt;em&gt;ka si ma wo naa.....let's keep watching&lt;/em&gt;).  So who would you like to have a round table discussion with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;My&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; flesh didn't like it yesterday when i was reminded that it's not everytime God will speak to one. I'm wondering where the Holy Spirit will be then, and what He will be doing? (Comforting me, abi?)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;limited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by His words. (yes o, limited) this makes me so happy that He and no man is indeed God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; how a stuffy nose &amp;amp; restless night made me appreciate the great health i didn't think i had hours' before the restless night. &lt;em&gt;Father thank You so much for perfect health and a sane Spirit&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; grow spiritually, we have to work hard at it, we have to be DILLIGENT and we have to be FOCUSED. It isn't magic, spiritual maturity has no short cut to it, it is HARD WORK. 2nd Timothy 2 vs 1- 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was my prayer request to God January 4th 2010 and i'm happy to say it has also been my testimony so far. " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lord, may i never be able to praise you enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". Amen!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   I guess that's as random as i can get for now.  Take care, have a great rest of the day and try thanking God for something today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-4720656780095664106?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/4720656780095664106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=4720656780095664106&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/4720656780095664106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/4720656780095664106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-random-post.html' title='Just a random post.'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-7336489266584136184</id><published>2010-04-14T09:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:53:58.319-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><title type='text'>Getting busy</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. how're we all doing and howz your week coming? Mine has been quite busy, but thank God it's coming on well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week, i heard a message and a scripture, and the emphasis was on &lt;strong&gt;Ecclesiastes 9 vs 10&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Whatever your hands finds to do, do it with your might; for there is no work or device or knowledge or wisdom in the grave where you are going."&lt;/em&gt; So i've been putting the works of my hands to use. Can you all remember when i said i would have to learn how to sow, 'cos of the whole shakara and stress of getting a tailor and the amount involved? Well, yours' truly has started and has even sown two dresses gan sef, (So why're u all laughing within?).  Nywayz, i'ld be back with pictures. To add to it, i started perfecting my baking skills during my runaway period.&lt;br /&gt;    I have to go now so i can finish working on my third dress.......lol. But seriously let's meditate on that scripture &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ecclesiastes 9 vs 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;  Take care of yourselves, have a great rest of the day and remember "&lt;em&gt;whatever your hands finds to do, DO IT WITH YOUR MIGHT&lt;/em&gt;!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-7336489266584136184?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/7336489266584136184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=7336489266584136184&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/7336489266584136184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/7336489266584136184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2010/04/getting-busy.html' title='Getting busy'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-7969326673214536900</id><published>2010-04-09T09:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T09:19:36.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello........ It's me Rinsola.</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR, HAPPY NEW MONTH, Happy everythingggggggggggggg................................. I guess this is me saying "I'm BACKKKKKKK". I guess i have to re-introduce myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Well, my name is 'RINSOLA, the RUNAWAY blogger. I will explain the reason for the silence bit by bit. Phewwwwwwwwww............ I feel a little weird.&lt;br /&gt;    Nywayz...... &lt;a href="http://www.lightherlamp.com/"&gt;Jaycee&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://writefreak.blogspot.com/"&gt;Writefreak&lt;/a&gt;, i told ya..... lol.  I'ld be back in a couple of hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-7969326673214536900?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/7969326673214536900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=7969326673214536900&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/7969326673214536900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/7969326673214536900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-its-me-rinsola.html' title='Hello........ It&apos;s me Rinsola.'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-3993509306034984874</id><published>2009-05-07T11:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:36:56.995-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weak waiting'/><title type='text'>Waiting isn't easy at aaaaaaaaaall..............</title><content type='html'>Lord, i feel so &lt;strong&gt;BLANK&lt;/strong&gt; right now. I hear a voice saying to me "Wait on me", but i'm replying that voice saying, 'Lord, if this is you, how long will i wait, how long Lord?'.&lt;br /&gt;     Right now, I honestly feel so pained, i feel so tired, i feel so angry, Lord i honestly can't express my feelings in a word, but i know You know exactly how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;    I honestly desperately need You more than ever, i really need You to help me wait on You. I am helpless right now.&lt;br /&gt;   Happy new month people, hope you're all doing great? Hope to be back soon, as in sooooon . (lol).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-3993509306034984874?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/3993509306034984874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=3993509306034984874&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/3993509306034984874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/3993509306034984874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2009/05/waiting-isnt-easy-at-aaaaaaaaaall.html' title='Waiting isn&apos;t easy at aaaaaaaaaall..............'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-4419891101868497832</id><published>2009-04-26T08:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T08:13:04.788-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>ADIEU</title><content type='html'>She called your name, and said it was you. "Oh my God!", i was shocked, but not as shocked as when i heard the door was shut behind the most important people in your life. I just heard you say "&lt;em&gt;Sister Bisoye, e de jo e fi mi si le&lt;/em&gt;" I remember those words like you spoke it few seconds ago. I knew you, but not as your friends did. I can remember you to be the tiny voiced soft spoken being, but was life that soft spoken to you?&lt;br /&gt;    I knew you had dreams and aspirations in life just like we all do. You dreamt your dreams, and it began to unfold before your face, along with it's fufillment it came handy with smiles to the face of your family,and as an accomplishment to your patner. No the dreams weren't done yet. You had yet another dream, a great one, to bring forth the love of your husband and you. Lo, this precious one came to life thru your nuture, and sure bore you tremendous happiness. But you couldn't play with and hold this child. But you still had dreams Another dream accomplished, yet another one to achieve. But No!, pain just wouldn't allow, not even the confusion on the faces of the doctors would allow this dream. You fought hard just to achieve the next dream, you fought with love around you, you fought with hope, strength, unmountable faith, most importantly with the eyes of your little one all in your thoughts, you fought with tears, and i bet you fought with all you ever had.&lt;br /&gt;     One more chance, or just more time was all you needed. Time just to hold your husband and child and tell them you love them even as that door shuts on them. Time, just to tell your family that you appreciated every sacrifice and love they extended towards you. Time just to say to friends, thank you for being there amongst all. Time to put certain things into place before you leave.&lt;br /&gt;   He said no to all the time you wanted, He said your fight was over, He said the pain was enough, He said you may never understand now but He said there's a time for everything. He said it was your time. You, your husband, your family, your friends, and I all have questions as to WHY? Why you? Why now? Why this way? Why so soon? Why your husband? Why your child? Why your family? Why allow all these dreams and then say it was time? WHY? Why allow death the triumph? No, it wasn't the triumph of death, It was the say of God. He has designated a time to and for everything.&lt;br /&gt;    Because i know your God is watching over your child and husband, and for the fact that I KNOW WITHOUT A DOUBT that HE NEVER sleeps neither does He slumber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;OLAMIDE NEE RAJI SUN RE O! SLEEP WELL !  &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/4016610925286709326-4419891101868497832?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/4419891101868497832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=4419891101868497832&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/4419891101868497832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/4419891101868497832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2009/04/adieu.html' title='ADIEU'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-3815409095969399374</id><published>2008-12-01T23:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:44:54.663-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>I BELIEVE IN GOD....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I believe in God………………………………………..&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God because of His daily gift of free life and great health for as long as I can remember. Why won’t I believe in God when He shows Himself to me in dreams, in an entirely different, unique and awesome dimension.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God because just as His words are in the Bible, so is He. He said others will forsake me but He WILL NEVER FORSAKE ME! He has been THERE for me, more than I can EVER imagine.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God because just when I looked at those bills and calculated them, I knew without a doubt that I could not pay those bills, but just as I was about giving up all hope. He came through for me exactly when I needed it most, and without any begging from anyone, I can boast of having a great provider and sustainer. Why won't i believe in the God who spoke to me that day, &lt;strong&gt;that i didn't have to have a job to pay my bills&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;i sure doubted Him&lt;/span&gt;) But again, He's not a man that should lie, and He has shocked me through 16months of joblessness, paying all my bills, feeding me, clothing me, fixing my car, buying gas in my car, and still able to remind me that He stand by His words "&lt;strong&gt;I shall not lack anything good, or beg before i eat&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God because He has never stopped defining His names to me in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God because, Just as I was trying to cheat my way through ‘and help someone out during an exam in my last semester in college, in a hall of 120 students, My professor walked towards me and asked for my calculator and all eyes were on me, but few seconds before I handed it over to him, I asked God “Please forgive me and cover my shame”. He DID JUST THAT ; My professor came towards me and saw nothing on my calculator, but the moment he left, I looked at the calculator and saw what my professor didn’t see that would have kept me in trouble. I honestly can’t explain that, but He had mercy on me and lifted my head up.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God, because He has proved HIMSELF as GOD OVER AND OVER AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God, because of how He ALWAYS comes through for me. (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Please whenever I start sounding ungrateful, remind me of His faithfulness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God, because I gave up on believing in Him, so many times and in so many ways, but not for a second has He ever given up on me or let me down.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God because when I’m down and loosing hope, He ALWAYS comes as a still small voice to remind me that He’s more than able, and becomes that peace that sends me worryfree to bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe in God because, whether i accept it or not I am a testimony of His great deeds.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God because He’s made me a believer of ALL OF WHO HE SAID HE IS.: THE GOD OF ALL POSSIBILITIES!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I DARE YOU TO BELIEVE IN THE GOD WHO DARES YOU TO BELIEVE IN HIM..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-3815409095969399374?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/3815409095969399374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=3815409095969399374&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/3815409095969399374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/3815409095969399374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-believe-in-god.html' title='I BELIEVE IN GOD....'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-944370434515822619</id><published>2008-09-22T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:05:14.821-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Been a while and Happy birthday to................</title><content type='html'>Waoh.......it's been a while since i typed up a post. Getting bored of blogging? sure not. May God save me from procrastination and lack of time management.To all of you who checked on me, encouraged me, made me laugh and prayed for me; I'm saying THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH and i really do appreciate each and everyone of you. One of the reasons i'm putting up a post today is because of two of you. &lt;a href="http://amarasviewonstuff.blogspot.com/"&gt;Believer&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://nyemoni.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nyemoni &lt;/a&gt;(i'm jealous they're birthday mates).Believer, i'm thankful to God for making you see today and for how far He has brought you and for where He's taking you to. I'm thankful to God for His faithfulness in your life, for what He has taught you and what He's teaching you. For those He has made their paths cross with yours', for how He has used you to bless, encourage and teach people.May the best friend ever (God) continually surprise you, may His blessings over your life never cease, may you continually bring Glory and praise to His name. In every area of your life may unexplainable and undeniable favour continually be your testimony. I also pray for your relationship with God, it will always be that of better to best. You always remind me of how important realizing and fulfilling purpose is and i pray that you will fulfill your purpose here on earth.Happy birthday and i want you to know i am thankful to God for being able to call you more than a sister, a FRIEND! Have a great and funfilled day. Love you much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-944370434515822619?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/944370434515822619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=944370434515822619&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/944370434515822619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/944370434515822619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2008/09/been-while-and-happy-birthday-to.html' title='Been a while and Happy birthday to................'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-1256595440434386288</id><published>2008-08-18T02:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T02:46:12.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hard enough that I can't hear Him speak, it's hard for me to pray also.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/iUAz6HgNfnM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/iUAz6HgNfnM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi people, how're we all doing and how was our weekend? hope we had a funfilled and fulfilled one? I know i wasn't able to respond to comments on my birthday post, and sorry this is coming roughly two weeks after. Please do bear with me. I'M REALLY GRATEFUL for your words and prayers, THANK YOU ALL SO VERY MUCH. I really do appreciate it and i love you all so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i decided that i was going to set time aside this past weekend to seek God's face and pray concerning the jobless situation in my life (i'm making it sound really bad, right?). I was excited and preparing towards the weekend, i was really expectant and prepared myself towards that. Friday came and all i could do was think and pray a little (those under the breath prayers). Saturday came and i just didn't feel like praying 'cos i didn't know where to start from. I couldn't figure out how to pray for what i wanted, i wasn't too sure if i was going to utter the right words.&lt;br /&gt;     Then some of His promises started popping up in my head, But It felt so hard to believe He really made those promises, or better still it felt so hard to believe those promises were made to me and all i could do was cry and ask God to help me. Crying 'cos i can't believe my friend would not speak to me,  crying 'cos i don't know if i did anything wrong (I've searched my heart and begged for Your forgiveness Lord), Crying 'cos i felt helpless, crying 'cos i couldn't hear Him speak, crying 'cos i felt my expectations were completely cut short (...the expectations of the righteous shall not be cut short, right? well...........) crying 'cos i believe i lost this battle again, crying 'cos i felt so ungrateful to God, crying 'cos i had my Bible in front of me and i just didn't know how to open and read it (seriously i didn't know how to open and read it), crying 'cos i'm angry at myself and my situation, crying mainly 'cos Eru ara mi'n ba mi (i'm scared for myself). Well, i sure stopped crying and started feeling sleepy and before i sleft off i asked God to try speaking to me in my sleep. Hmn...., He didn't speak o, or maybe He did and i didn't hear Him clear enough. I woke up and decided to take a walk, maybe that would help abi? Not at all, i didn't hear a word. Okay, maybe He spoke and my mind was too noisy to hear what He said, right? Bottomline, i heard nothing and it makes Eru ara mi ba mi the more (makes me scared for myself the more).&lt;br /&gt;      Sunday came, i felt much better, but i didn't feel like going to Church. I stayed at home and was listening to Pastor Joel Osteen's message when i slept off. I still didn't hear Him speak. I had to sneak out with my mothers' car to get something, and on the radio i heard " There are treasures in your trails". It seems the treasures in this trial of mine is either missing or i'm too blind to see it (I'm sorry but thats just how i feel right now).&lt;br /&gt;        God I'ld be a liar if i say You haven't been more than faithful to me in all aspects. But at this moment, It's just hard for Rinsola  to post something else asides how she feels now right now especially since i just can't pray or hear from You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.B:&lt;br /&gt;   The fact that i just lamented doesn't mean i don't believe that God is working things out behind the scenes of my life. But would you understand if i say, right now I AM WEAK to accept that He is working out anything and my situation is weighing me down so bad?!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      Have a great week ahead, and sorry that my first post after a previous thankful post spells ungrateful brat! &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/4016610925286709326-1256595440434386288?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/1256595440434386288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=1256595440434386288&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/1256595440434386288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/1256595440434386288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-hard-enough-that-i-can-hear-him.html' title='It&amp;#39;s hard enough that I can&amp;#39;t hear Him speak, it&amp;#39;s hard for me to pray also.'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-2532913085688816101</id><published>2008-08-07T00:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:59:00.641-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful birthday'/><title type='text'>08-07-08 (New beginning - Perfection - New beginning)</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, howz our week coming and how've we all been? Waoh, it's been more than a month since i last updated. I sure tried stopping by blogs but it wasn't as often as i would have loved to, but thank God i'm back now.&lt;br /&gt;First i want to thank GOD alone who deserves all thanks and is responsible for my existence today.&lt;br /&gt;I look back at my years and all i can do is cry, 'cos people, God is really GOD and has been God in my life, He loves me so much, with great jealousy He has showed me His love, He has loved me even when i messed up so bad. People, do you know God never forgets anything, yet He chose to forget my evildoings and still speak to me, oh my God, this God reveals things to me.&lt;br /&gt;Great is indeed God's faithfulness over my life. It's been a challenging ride so far, but i would be so ungrateful if i say God hasn't indeed been faithful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jehovah Jireh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has proved Himself and He's still prooving Himself the Jehovah Jireh in my life. Sometime ago, God said "You don't have to have a job to pay your bills" and i remember immediately, i spoke out to myself, This isn't God speaking, you better wake up to the reality of life and stop saying things to console yourself or make yourself feel better" To make it worse, i was to share it with &lt;a href="http://www.tercblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;TERC&lt;/a&gt; members, are you kidding me? Share what? God i'm sorry i would shut up on this one o, i don't want to be percieved as a lazy christian, especially considering my situation. But thank God for who God is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Numbers 23:19&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;God is not a man, that he should lie; Neither the son of man, that he should repent: Hath he said, and shall he not do it? Or hath he spoken, and shall he not make it good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" To seal that verse &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaiah 55vs 11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". He has sent help to me from UNLIKELY SOURCES and it's been shocking and mindblowing i must say.&lt;br /&gt;He has been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jehovah Shammah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to me:&lt;br /&gt;    He has been there for me , though sometimes i feel He hasn't been there 'cos it hasn't been my way all the way, but He has been so there for me.&lt;br /&gt;He has been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;YESHUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to me:&lt;br /&gt;I testified on TERC sometime this year, how God saved me from total shame.&lt;br /&gt;He has been Jehovah &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ROPHEKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to me, 'cos for as long as i can remember God has kept me in great health and away from the hospital, and you know how expensive health care is in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ON FRIENDS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever needed a friend, someone to hear you cry and listen to you? well, i lost mine sometime ago and ever since i haven't had that friend, but God has sent people my way. Those who I've never seen yet listen to my ramblings, uplift me in prayers and encourage me everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tercblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;TERC&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't thank God enough for &lt;a href="http://www.tercblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;TERC&lt;/a&gt;. Those who i've met, what i've learnt &amp;amp; still learning, how i've been blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOGVILLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;   Are you saying why am i thanking bloggers and commenters? WORDS sure go a long way. To those who've stopped by one time or the other, those who gave the push and encouraging words when i was down, those who would rather share thier stories than keep it to themselves, those who have kept a smile on my face through your posts, pictures or comments. I feel like family when i'm either leaving comments or reading comments on blogs. I've known very special people through this medium, and all these people have been caring &amp;amp; amazing so far. I don't want to mention names 'cos they're all private people, from the lady who i called this week to say i got it, to the ladies who sent me materials to help me with my upcoming exams, to the ladies who we meet online and encourage me every single time we chat, to the funny ones who send me mails, to the one who come to check on me, to the newest one who makes me look at life entirely in an appreciative manner, to the ones who address me as if we've seen each other, then to the lady who has been WAOH to me in every aspect and calls me her aburo. You all know yourselves. God sure has no choice than to bless you all exceedingly.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy without You, i am but dead. I just want to thank You for breathing life into me and making me see this day in great health and with new Hope. Thank You Lord for not giving up on me, thank You Lord for perfecting everything that concerns me and giving me a new beginning. I'm thankful especially 'cos from the time the clock ticked 12:00am August 7th 2008. You changed my story just like you did for the lame man at the beautiful gate, You are giving me testmonies that would amaze people and they would point to me and say "Isn't that the Rinsola who........?" .&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord for Perfection and a new beginning. 08-07-08. Much love people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-2532913085688816101?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/2532913085688816101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=2532913085688816101&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/2532913085688816101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/2532913085688816101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2008/08/08-07-08-new-beginning-perfection-new.html' title='08-07-08 (New beginning - Perfection - New beginning)'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-575239166934766617</id><published>2008-06-23T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T01:15:03.377-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behind the scenes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact'/><title type='text'>Behind the scenes.......................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/SF86xg3ad7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/FDc3GK5kkZY/s1600-h/Slide1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214951515828680626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/SF86xg3ad7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/FDc3GK5kkZY/s320/Slide1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please click the image on the left to visibly read contents ..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casting&lt;/strong&gt;: I (God) don't call the qualified, i qualify the called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plot&lt;/strong&gt;: Genesis chapter 1 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actors:&lt;/strong&gt; You (Insert your name here) Isaiah 43 vs 1 : &lt;em&gt;But now thus saith the LORD that created thee, O Jacob, and he that formed thee, O Israel, Fear not: for I have redeemed thee, &lt;strong&gt;I have called thee by thy name; thou art mine&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location&lt;/strong&gt;: From your mothers' womb to your present location today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date filming begins:&lt;/strong&gt; Before your were formed. Jeremiah 1 vs 4-5 :&lt;em&gt;Then the word of the LORD came unto me, saying: 5. &lt;strong&gt;Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;and before thou camest forth out of the womb&lt;/strong&gt; ...................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bloopers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;: Our sins. Romans 3 vs 23: For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I realized that a director never says 'CUT' if the actors/actresses are doing just the perfect thing. He cuts you when he either has an idea that would make that scene better or when he sees you're not doing the right thing. I guess when i do those things that God is against and those things that are not beneficial to my life and to those surrounding me,&lt;em&gt; that's when He stands up and says &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;CUT RINSOLA, CUT!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And when you are willing to listen and learn from a director, you become better day after day and i guess that's what makes you a better or great actor/actress. Same way, if we're willing to listen and learn from the Director of our lives, we'ld become better actors/actresses in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The movies we see today in theatres or on dvds are finished and perfected productions. But the real work is done BEHIND THE SCENES, when we hear the words&lt;em&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;CUT, Now take two and stuffs like that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; I've come to learn or read that it's tough being an actor/actress, especially when you're casted to take up crucial roles; but the men behind the scenes do a whole lotta hard work also, especially writing a good script, trying to make you fit into the character, and bringing a real and beautiful picture to the screen/theatre. All these men behind the scenes of these movies are just &lt;em&gt;One Person&lt;/em&gt; behind the scenes of our lives and that Person is&lt;em&gt; God - He's the ALL in One- The Scriptwriter, The Director, The Makeup artist, The Set designer.........&lt;/em&gt; The all you can think about that makes a great movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Without the Man behind the scenes, The star&lt;em&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Insert your name here&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; you see won't be called a star, 'cos the Man behind the scenes, perfects those scenes &lt;em&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Insert your situation&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; you're casted in and presents to you an award winning movie &lt;em&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Victory over whatever situation you would go through&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2nd Corinthians 12 vs 9&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. " His grace is sufficient to see us through whatever scenes (&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;situations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) of our lives we are in .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;As you go into this week, i just want to encourage you and remind you that when things seem stagnant, when things seem not to have materialized or when things seem not to be working out for you the way you want it, never forget that God is working behind the scenes of your life to perfect just what you may be expecting from Him. Not forgetting that&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;James 1 vs 17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can i say the father of light mentioned in the Scripture above is also the Lightning director? (LOL this is just me trying to be funny.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great and fulfilled week ahead people, and don't forget this is an encouragement; which means i'm needing it myself. Much love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-575239166934766617?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/575239166934766617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=575239166934766617&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/575239166934766617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/575239166934766617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2008/06/behind-scenes.html' title='Behind the scenes.......................'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/SF86xg3ad7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/FDc3GK5kkZY/s72-c/Slide1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-2043675613930118165</id><published>2008-06-16T00:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T08:14:25.989-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact humility seeking God&apos;s face'/><title type='text'>I'm learning &amp; experiencing new and great things.........</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, how've we been doing and how was your weekend? Happy father's day to all dads out there, and potential soon to be dads (Insert Dr Andy here)lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having quite a lot of AHA moments with God lately, and each one is as new as it has never been heard or read before (if you know what i mean?). I was meant to share a different one with you all, but i found myself typing this out. Please take time to read this particular passage below, and also listen to the song playing on this page (That's my main testimony) God has been way too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Chronicles 7 vs 14:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If My people who are called by My name, will &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;humble &lt;/span&gt;themselves, and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;seek&lt;/span&gt; My face, and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;turn&lt;/span&gt; from their wicked ways, then I will &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hear&lt;/span&gt; from heaven, and will &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;forgive&lt;/span&gt; their sin and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;heal&lt;/span&gt; their land.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing i said to myself was, This passage can't be referring to me 'cos ..... (I was trying to justify myself) and suddenly, i heard His voice say "Doesn't this reveal to you that you're not being humble?". Isn't it amazing how God puts us in Check? (for me that was one of many ways). Here He was telling me that i needed to be humble and tell Him i was wrong for anything and everything i had done. In the Bible language and harsh words to my ears interprets it as : "Rinsola, you were wrong and it means you sinned!!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Rinsola&lt;/span&gt;: but God don't i pray? You know i pray everyday, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;: You and i know what you always pray for, but never forget that the prayers of a sinner is an abomination unto My sight, and that of a righteous, better still humble man availeth much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Rinsola&lt;/span&gt;: Insert confused look here @ the hearing of abomination!&lt;br /&gt;As i sat down, He ministered to me what these sins could be either time wastage, prayerlessness, envy, malice, I'm just keeping away from her when i know in my mind it spells malice, greed, impure thoughts, just a joke lie, disobedience, pride, I don't have time for people like that, pretence, jealousy, taking that pen from your office to your house, hidden inside the heart sins that only the Spirit of God can discern. (REALITY CHECK!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Rinsola&lt;/span&gt;: what? meaning WE all sin EVERY SINGLE DAY? (Not that i didn't know, but within me i was referring to great men of God).You can insert whoever's name you want to insert there, and answer to God when you're done (lol)&lt;br /&gt;I now see why he wants us to HUMBLE ourselves. Many times we don't even know we have sinned. But &lt;em&gt;He says that if we confess our faults, He is faithful and just to forgive them (I John 1vs 9). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2nd Chronicles 7vs 14b to me was like " Rinsola do your own part, and watch if i wouldn't do Mine".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                          Rinsola's job&lt;/strong&gt;  .............&lt;strong&gt;God's Job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;If i Humble myself......... ..... ........He will Hear me (He would pay attention to me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If i Pray &amp;amp; Seek His face............. He will forgive me (for every single sin/fault)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If i turn from my wicked ways...He will Heal my land (My body, mind and soul)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was humbled yet again by this passage and for me I've just been learning new things in my renewed walk with God. These few weeks have been challenging, yet mind blowing. I challenge you all who are not presently or genuinely in tune with Him to get back to your take me as i am walk with God, and begin first by seeking His face and i can assure you that you would be shocked at the things He will begin to show you and what He will begin to do. If you want to know what He's been doing in my life, i suggest you borrow the video of my recent weeks with Him from Him. You will rewind, pause, think, rewind, and keep rewinding I CAN ASSURE YOU!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take care of yourselves, have a great week ahead, and let us remember to "Humble ourselves, pray, seek His face (on everything) and turn from our wicked ways". Much love!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-2043675613930118165?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/2043675613930118165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=2043675613930118165&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/2043675613930118165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/2043675613930118165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-learning-experiencing-new-and-great.html' title='I&apos;m learning &amp; experiencing new and great things.........'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-4716195966182819043</id><published>2008-06-02T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T12:29:26.167-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact consciouness'/><title type='text'>Dealing with a conscious God................................</title><content type='html'>..........So a few Saturdays back, i was driving and a friends' call came in. I looked at my phone and when i saw the name of the person i was like "I'm not picking , 'cos when i called you, you didn't pick up either". As i drove over a bump, i heard the special still voice "Vengeance is mine, remember?" I remember replying Him, saying "But I'm not revenging, this is no serious issue, so why would i revenge? I'm just trying to make a point here". His response was, "When you retaliate, it is called vengeance". So what if i was sleeping or just sitting down, and someone calls me, and i don't feel like talking and i don't pick up the call?. His response: There's always a reason behind your acts, that is not vengeance, you don't feel too good to speak, right?&lt;br /&gt;  I remember smiling, and saying, God please, this is just everyday living with my friends, this isn't that serious. You know I will hold you accountable to all these serious and unserious things, right?.  I've always known i was dealing with a conscious God, but that day and ever since that day, that incident has been like a written scar in my thoughts.  I will give account for every millisecond of my existence, conscious or unconscious , so get it right and clear " You are dealing with the &lt;em&gt;CONSCIOUS, NOTHING EVER OCCURS, WITHOUT KNOWING GOD&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Hebrews 4 vs 13:  And there is no creature hidden from His sight, but ALL things are naked and open to the eyes of Him to whom WE MUST GIVE ACCOUNT). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;     I was reminded AGAIN, that "He's ever present, and He's really concerned and  involved in my life and EVERYTHING that has to do with me, big deal or no big deal, serious or unserious". He whispered and said " Believe again, that I AM INDEED YOUR conscious FATHER".&lt;br /&gt;     As you start this month, be reminded again, that you have a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CONSCIOUS, NOTHING EVER PASSES BY HIS SIDE WITHOUT KNOWING GOD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Be conscious and thankful that He is INDEED involved in your everyday life.  Happy new month everyone, and i pray this month would be better and greater than months passed. Much love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-4716195966182819043?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/4716195966182819043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=4716195966182819043&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/4716195966182819043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/4716195966182819043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2008/06/dealing-with-conscious-god.html' title='Dealing with a conscious God................................'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-120741751427669276</id><published>2008-05-20T01:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T02:00:22.916-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact pain questions'/><title type='text'>.................My feelings</title><content type='html'>Have you ever tried to praise or thank God and suddenly you feel this rush of tears and immediately you become so weak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-At that moment all hope is lost&lt;br /&gt;-At that moment you cease to believe&lt;br /&gt;-At that moment all you know &amp;amp; see is your problem&lt;br /&gt;-At that moment your lips become too heavy to ask&lt;br /&gt;-At that moment your heart bleeds heavily for you&lt;br /&gt;-At that moment you've played the worst scenario possible&lt;br /&gt;-At that moment you feel that is the end&lt;br /&gt;-At that moment you're in your own world and the only inhabitant&lt;br /&gt;-At that moment you wish you never sinned, you wish those mistakes were never made&lt;br /&gt;-At that moment you desire to be someone else better, entirely other than who you're&lt;br /&gt;-At that moment, you begin to ask yourself again, why me? why these situations?&lt;br /&gt;At what moment, do you then wake to the reality of your problems being completely solved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;..I GUESS THE MOMENT GOD STEPS IN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4016610925286709326-120741751427669276?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/120741751427669276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=120741751427669276&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/120741751427669276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/120741751427669276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-feelings.html' title='.................My feelings'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-6215638292080632956</id><published>2008-05-02T09:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:36:11.594-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact tag'/><title type='text'>So i was tagged........</title><content type='html'>So &lt;a href="http://darkelcee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Darklecee &lt;/a&gt;tagged moi.&lt;br /&gt;The rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Link the person who tagged you to this post-check!&lt;br /&gt;2. Mention the rules in your blog –check!&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell 6 unspectacular quirks of yours –check!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them –check!&lt;br /&gt;5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged –check!This meme is about any particular mannerism you have, ok?&lt;br /&gt;Some things about Rin-Rin shall be revealed abi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If RinRin having an unbalanced sleep diet is a quirk, theck check it as #1 quirk.&lt;br /&gt;She can go to bed at 6 am and function well enuff for the next 8hrs and go to bed at 2am again. She sure knows body no be wood, and would use the weekends for tunning up so she doesnt brake "break" down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If RinRin writing her name everywhere is quirk, the check that as #2 quirk. Anywhere i go, and any oppurtunity i get, provided i have a pen with me, i would always write my name. Leave a mark everywhere u step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If RinRin loving and taking garri anytime and season of the day is a quirk then check that as #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If RinRin crying when winter begins is a quirk, then check that as #4 quirk. Lord why is today so cold, i know it is winter, but can we have snow without the cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If RinRin using only her nails to cut and shapen her nails is a quirk, then count that as #5 quirk. I don't use nail cutters or blades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If RinRin loving to cook like she's on Maggi Kitchen is a quirk, then count it as #6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so who do i tag ? &lt;a href="http://ife234.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aloted&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://olamild.blogspot.com/"&gt;Olamild&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://allied-genesis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Allied&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://disgodkidd.blogspot.com/"&gt;disgodkidd&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://prettylyf.com/"&gt;Prettylyf&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://inukedavis.blogspot.com/"&gt;InukeOmotolaDavis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-6215638292080632956?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/6215638292080632956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=6215638292080632956&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/6215638292080632956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/6215638292080632956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-i-was-tagged.html' title='So i was tagged........'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-6998463307018659357</id><published>2008-04-27T23:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:43:48.535-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact dreams visions'/><title type='text'>Hold on.....................</title><content type='html'>I missed you all, i don't think i would be able to catch up on the weeks i missed off blogville. So what have i been up to and what has been up to me? Lemme share some with you all:&lt;br /&gt;* I became an aunt to a new niece&lt;br /&gt;* I cut my hair, not too short though, (now i have braids on)&lt;br /&gt;* God has been more than good to me, irrespective of my faults. (Duh, like God hasn't been so good to every other person).&lt;br /&gt;So my friend decided to call me and ask if i wanted to go to Church, 'cos i haven't been to Church in like a month. She said she was motivated to go, since her muslim friend woke her up and reminded her about Church. She picked me up and we left for Church, but we missed our way there (that was our first time attending the Church). I asked her if she had the directions mapped out, and she said she did but she forgot it at home. Since we couldn't find the Church, we turned around and decided we would go into the first Church we see. There was this beautiful Church we saw just when we turned around, but no one said a word and few minutes later, we saw another Church and we drove into the lot and we got there just as the worship session was coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;The service started with the pastor introducing the minister of the day, who came along with his wife. They shared a short story about thier vision and their upcoming missionary trip to Indonesia. The pastor shared the story about a dream he had when he was in his early teens, and how much he'd been looking forward to the dream been fulfilled. He shared that along the line, he would sit and ask himself if he actually had the dream, or if it was just fantasy or wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Years passed by and nothing happened till this year when God placed it in his heart and that of his wife to go to Indonesia to share Christ with them. He then asked God why it took long before the dream materialized, and he said the response was "All while long, God was preparing him for the mission to Indonesia", all he ever went through during those years now seemed justified to him. He also reminded us about the story of Joseph and how long it took for Josephs' dream to be fulfilled, the events that transpired before the fulfillment of the dream, and most importantly the reasons why the events had to occur. If he hadn't been sold, he wouldn't be in Egypt, if he hadn't been in Egypt, he wouldn't have ended up been in potiphar's house, if Potiphar's wife had not accused him, he wouldn't be sent to jail, and if he hadn't gone to jail, he wouldn't have met the butler, and if he hadn't interpreted dreams, he wouldn't have become the #2 in Egypt, and if not for him (Joseph), his family would have died of hunger (Which i saw as the Ultimate).&lt;br /&gt;He ended the message by sharing one of my favourite verses of the Bible &lt;strong&gt;Habakkuk 2 vs 2-3&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Then the LORD answered me and said, "&lt;strong&gt;Record the vision&lt;/strong&gt; And &lt;strong&gt;inscribe&lt;/strong&gt; it on &lt;strong&gt;tablets,&lt;/strong&gt; That the one who reads it may run. 2. For the vision is yet for the &lt;strong&gt;appointed time&lt;/strong&gt;; It hastens toward the &lt;strong&gt;goal &lt;/strong&gt;and it &lt;strong&gt;will not fail.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Though it tarries&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;wait &lt;/strong&gt;for it; For &lt;strong&gt;it will certainly come&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;it will not delay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;I had to re-read this verse again, and i got a message from the words highlighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Record the vision and Inscribe it on tablets&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Whatever God has shown you should be written down (am i thinking for record purposes?) and as we well know, inscriptions are hardly wiped off. It would remind you of His spoken words/promises, when you begin to forget or loose hope.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Appointed time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Timing is crucial with God&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Goal:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;He has a UNIQUE purpose for every of His words to us&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It will not fail&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;No word that He speaks shall return to Him void. Isaiah 55 vs 11 "So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth&lt;/em&gt;: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Though it tarries&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;IT WILL take a while for His words to be fulfilled, because of the compulsory challenges we have to face along the line to prepare us for the task ahead&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait for it&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;it's a command, persevere, endure. When you are falling or you fall, ask for His grace, pick yourself up and keep waiting&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;7.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It will certainly come:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Again, His words shall not return to Him void, He's assuring us AGAIN&lt;/em&gt;. Ezekiel 12 vs 25a "&lt;em&gt;For I the LORD will speak, and whatever word I speak will be performed."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It will not delay&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Remember He's all about the timing. He will never be a second late, at the right time and at the right place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you may be going through or what you've gone through, but if you're like me who feels hopeless at times, or who feels like all those dreams seem to be a lie 'cos they haven't been fulfilled, I hope these passages would encourage you to believe that He's working behind the scenes of your life, and very soon without delay He would bring those dreams to reality. Never forget that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"we know that God causes ALL things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" Romans 8 vs 28.&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to His words, endure even in His grace and have a great week ahead. Much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-6998463307018659357?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/6998463307018659357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=6998463307018659357&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/6998463307018659357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/6998463307018659357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2008/04/hold-on.html' title='Hold on.....................'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-2321376087653129701</id><published>2008-04-22T01:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T01:30:32.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while</title><content type='html'>Would be back soooooooooooooooooooooooon. I'm sorry for the break in transmission. Much love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-2321376087653129701?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/2321376087653129701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=2321376087653129701&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/2321376087653129701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/2321376087653129701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2008/04/been-while.html' title='Been a while'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-6402981107993912375</id><published>2008-03-10T20:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:49:05.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caption this....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/R9XkbO5EJEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1jSIIjiUBjY/s1600-h/Bday%2520pictures%2520167%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176294503237297218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/R9XkbO5EJEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1jSIIjiUBjY/s320/Bday%2520pictures%2520167%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-6402981107993912375?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/6402981107993912375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=6402981107993912375&amp;isPopup=true' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/6402981107993912375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/6402981107993912375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2008/03/caption-this.html' title='Caption this....'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/R9XkbO5EJEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1jSIIjiUBjY/s72-c/Bday%2520pictures%2520167%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-7057177704813978994</id><published>2008-02-24T23:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T00:52:33.314-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='His faithfulness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact'/><title type='text'>Great is thy faithfulness............</title><content type='html'>So on Saturday, I was thinking all about me, when one of my folks decided it was the best time for her to say silly things she wasn't meant to say. Nywayz, after waiting to be insulted and all, i had to take a drive down the street. I had barely gone on a 10 minutes drive when this song came to mind "Great is thy faithfulness" and ever since, I've had this song on my lips.&lt;br /&gt;   Immediately after i sang it once, I heard a word say "ALL you've ever NEEDED, His hands have provided". I remember repeating those words over and over again, and finally saying "Lord, I'm sorry for all my complaints through your faithfulness, and thank You for Your provision when i was in NEED'.&lt;br /&gt;    But a couple of hours ago, i started singing the song again and i heard another word "Morning by Morning, NEW MERCIES you see". I felt this guilt within me and i had to say again, "I'm sorry for being a nag, and I'm thankful for Your mercies in my life".&lt;br /&gt;   Truth is, I've messed up more than i can ever remember the counts, but through it ALL, God has been more than faithful than the word itself. He has indeed been a provider for my needs, i may not have all my wants now, but i have ALL that i need and that is HOPE (Him).&lt;br /&gt;    Try singing or reading this song sincerely, think back to times when you were in need or want, and ask yourself if He ever provided for your needs and what He did about your wants.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;    There is no shadow of turning with Thee; Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;    As Thou hast been, Thou forever will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is Thy faithfulness! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morning by morning new mercies I see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can read Ephesians Chapter 3, please do and if not, i hope verse 20 would encourage you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not being too spiritual, but God is INDEED FAITHFUL!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Be encouraged, and have a funfilled and fulfilled week ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&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/4016610925286709326-7057177704813978994?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/7057177704813978994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=7057177704813978994&amp;isPopup=true' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/7057177704813978994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/7057177704813978994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2008/02/great-is-thy-faithfulness.html' title='Great is thy faithfulness............'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-4671607156985987612</id><published>2008-02-14T00:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T10:57:18.429-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><title type='text'>Vals day as a single  and married lady..................</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;As a single lady:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's 12:00am, yet another day people attach attributes to:Valentine'sday, what other's call "Lovers day".I'm in my flowery hot pink PJ's. I deliberately saved this PJ's for this day. It didn't seem like i was going to be on the phone with that special person today, it didn't seem like i was going to be out there dinning with him, or him reminding me of his love. I felt this thrung of pain, and my eyes were heavy with tears. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I screamed "I'M LONELY, BUT WHY ME?" I sat by the edge of my bed, turned on the radio, but trust me that made things worse. Flashback of memories: memories of tales of love between friends of mine, and people i know. I had to switch off the radio, clung to my blanket and curved up like a ball. I was so restless, i had to get up and take another look at myself, I stood in front of the mirror, and asked myself all the possible whys? I'm a good looking, well mannered, and joyful lady, so why me? why don't i have someone in my life now? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was this moment of silence in the room, trust me i even couldn't hear the wind, or sounds of crickets, or whatever. It was just so quiet, and i enjoyed it for a while, only to be interrupted by a call. Foluso my good friend was on the phone, she was crying. Foluso are u okay? i asked her, and she said yes, it's Kunle, and i'm just dumbfounded, i donnow what to do. I calmed her down, and started asking her all sort of questions, Is everyone alive? Are you pregnant? did he break up with u? did he cheat on you? Ki lo'n shele, o de bami soro now? (whats happening, please talk to me?) did he beat you? what did he do? and She answered no to all those questions. I just couldn't figure out why she was crying at that time of the day. So i told her no matter what it was she would be just fine, and assured her i was there for her, and she said yes she knew, but she was crying 'cos "HE JUST PROPOSED TO HER". Are you kidding me? Waoh, i'm so happy for her, but thats just one more of my friends and counting who would be getting married, and me still being single. I just couldn't contain it anymore, so i rejoiced with her and worst of all she said, i'm calling to let you know you would be my chief bridesmaid, and you would be going with me to shop for my dress (Within me i was on another cloud, all thoughts racing thru my mind). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are u still there she asked me, and i was like yeah. I had to let her off the phone with an excuse that i had to be at work very early the next day. I made sure she knew i was happy for her and had no resentment whatsoever, not even a clue that i felt so down, and happy at the same time. Down that i still had no one, but happy that this guy sure made her happy today. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since i already got myself a ticket to barbados, i just had to call in sick. I packed up a lauggage of lovely and comfy clothes, and in no time i would be on my way to the airport.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fact that i don't have a man in my life now, doesn't mean he won't come anytime soon, and the fact that i'm single now, doesnt mean i can't have fun, and make myself happy. If i can't make myself happy and fufilled now, i doubt if the presence of any man in my life would make me happy or fulfilled. I've cried, i've hurt, i've felt so lonely, and depressed, but all these would not change a thing. I remembered hey, i've also LOVED LIKE IT WAS JUST ME IN LOVE, i've given my all in these past relationships, but it just didnt work, so what do i do? LET GO AND LET GOD!, and after crying the tears out of my tear gland, i decided it was enough. My cab would be here soon, and in a few hours i'ld be in Barbados. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm yet another happy person i can make myself to be. I'm going to have a blast today irrespective of a man visible or not in my life now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY VALS DAY Ladies. To all the single ladies in blogsville. BE HAPPY, AND DON'T HAVE A PITY PARTY! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;AS A MARRIED WOMAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On my way back from work, my sister called me up and asked if i could help pick up a few things at the grocery store, and stop over at her house. I did so, and even picked up a lovely cake, so we could nibble on since my man was out of town. Got there and unloaded the stuffs, cooked a nice dinner of yam and eggs. After dinner i decided to stay a while over at my sisters' since my niece was so much awake and wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. My sister begged me to stay till 11:30pm,since i was going to be the only one at home. I sure declined, 'cos i had a whole lotta stuffs to do at home. So she called my husband up and asked him to beg me to stay for a while, my husband sure does have ways he puts things to me that may make me see reason with him, so i decided to stay back. After all the chit chat, and memory lane visit i had with my sister, i decided it was time to leave. I left my sisters' house at 11:45pm, and tried calling my husband, but he didn't pick up his phone. I was wondering if he had gone to sleep already. I was also upset that he hadn't called to say all them lovely sweet nothings, since it was few minutes to vals day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I drove home in silence, and had smiles on my face whenever i had any rememberance of funny times he and I had. I finally got home, drove into the garage, and tried switching on the lights but they just wouldn't turn on. I was a liittle irritated, but since i knew my way round the house, i felt i would figure it out without slipping off. I got into the house but couldn't see nothing since it was so dark, so i picked up the phone to call my husband to ask why the lights weren't coming on. I was so shocked when i heard his phone ringing close to me; I talked out loud "WHAT IS HAPPENING?" His car isn't in the driveway or garage since he dropped it off at the autoshop before travelling. Nywayz, i walked up to where i heard the phone ring, and lo and behold it was his phone not me hearing stuffs. I screamed out "Babe are you at home, can u hear me? whats happening?" There was no response so i called my sister, and she was like "I need to go to sleep miss lady, would talk to you tomorrow". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was that not my sister i just spoke to? did she say she was going to sleep, and not even bothered at what i just told her?. I would be fine i told myself, and wondered what was going on. I had thoughts racing through my mind as to what reason could he give that his phone was not with him after i spoke to him earlier on. I was quite worried, so i walked up to the bedroom, but as i sat on the bed, the lights came on (i screamed!). The site of what i saw, i honestly can't begin to explain to you. It left me speechless. Here was my 5'11" man standing by the bathroom door. "Oh no u didn't" was all i could say, and he replied "Oh yes i did, and would do it over and over again". My husband had arrived earlier from his trip, and planned with my sister to keep me over at her place late so he could get things in place before i came home. Guess what? the bedspread was changed to a new spread of &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;pale pink and yellow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(figure out that color combo, i bet you it's HOT!).&lt;/span&gt; There were a couple of boxes wrapped by the side of the bed, he wanted me to open it immediately, but trust me i was overexcited that I started crying,and sure they were tears of joy, 'cos God has used this man to bring me more joy, and assurance that things would be fine in my life. All i did was cry and hold on to him. All he did was say "Babe i love yous o much". Nywayz ,i took a bath and layed down close to my man to sleep, and guess what? i looked up and the ceiling had this shine-shine (let's be razz for a second) letterings, saying " So far, It's been a wonderful ride being your husband, and I WOULD MARRY YOU OVER AND OVER AGAIN". I Couldn't contain myself, and i remembered what God once told me "When it's your time, I would bring My pick of man into your life". I had tears trickling down my cheeks. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now it was my turn to give my husband his gift. I gave him an envelope and told him to open it. He did, and after that, he carried me and i saw tears trickling down my husband's cheeks (That was the second time ever, the first time was when he read a letter i wrote to him before i met him). With his hands on my stomach, he said a prayer, and looked at me and said "Baby, this is the BEST VALENTINES GIFT EVER, and THANKS for being the WOMAN TO CARRY A PART OF OUR LOVE IN YOU" He was referring to the report in the envelope i gave him, I AM PREGNANT!. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldn't ask for anything better that moment. I'm Thankful to God for my husband and for His gift of love in our home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To all the ladies in the house, may this and many of better things alike be your tale. HAPPY VALS DAY! LOVE YOU ALL MUCH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Wrote this last year)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-4671607156985987612?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/4671607156985987612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=4671607156985987612&amp;isPopup=true' title='71 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/4671607156985987612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/4671607156985987612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2008/02/vals-day-as-single-and-married-lady.html' title='Vals day as a single  and married lady..................'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>71</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-8933487572754412865</id><published>2008-02-11T00:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T01:12:04.131-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact'/><title type='text'>Random thoughts.............</title><content type='html'>Straight to the matter at hand:&lt;br /&gt;    Well, for those who live in America, you all know this is the season for some extra cash in your pockets right? This is the season when you have to file your taxes and see who owes whom. Either you owe IRS or you're free from their hands (Which many people pray for).&lt;br /&gt;     Nywayz, so i was just think-talking to myself and wondered why and i've always wondered why on earth do people ask for the total of whatever they have placed in the OFFERING basket for the past year when filing for thier taxes, and why do people give out checks during offering? (Why would you not cash the money before coming to church? or are you keeping a record of how your money is being spent?)&lt;br /&gt; Well, the first thing that came to my mind was Mathew 6 vs 3-4: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth. That thine alms may be in secret: and thy Father which seeth in secret himself shall reward thee openly.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But, the money that goes into the basket isn't alms, It's an offering. So i felt that scripture didn't answer my question enough.&lt;br /&gt;    So i decided to share this think-talk with you all. Share your insights with me please:&lt;br /&gt;Why do people need thier offering/tithe information for the year when filing thier taxes?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people give checks during offerings?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Disgressing to another serious issue. With the way things are going at my end with tailors, styles and deadlines, It seems i would beg mama Suraju to teach me how to sow clothings. It is so frustrating that i can't get a great tailor to sow the loveliest of styles on my ankara without paying some ridiculous prize. I need to add sowing to my hubby, and who knows very soon i could become one of the major designers whose speciality is African prints. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Happy new week everyone, take care of yourselves and have a funfilled and fufilled week ahead. Much love from Rinsola the aspiring tailor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-8933487572754412865?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/8933487572754412865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=8933487572754412865&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/8933487572754412865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/8933487572754412865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts.............'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-4124673113232406748</id><published>2008-02-03T23:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T01:22:45.959-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact'/><title type='text'>MP and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP&lt;/span&gt; and I have been in a relationship for four years, and truth be told It’s been a relationship I’ve always thanked God for ‘cos when I look at other peoples’ relationship with the other one and the complains they give, I’m really grateful with mine (Though I’m not content with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP&lt;/span&gt;, but I really believe it’s heading for the best).&lt;br /&gt;My mum actually introduced me to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP,&lt;/span&gt; and When &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP&lt;/span&gt; and I started our relationship, it took me a while to get to know the real &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP,&lt;/span&gt; and one thing I loved about &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP &lt;/span&gt;was that he was just different from others; he was just so special and unique in his own way. Everyone close to me knew &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP&lt;/span&gt; and each time they wanted me to help out with an errand during occasions they knew the most effective way to get me to do the job was to ask &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP&lt;/span&gt; to help me out.&lt;br /&gt;Nywayz, three years into our relationship &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP &lt;/span&gt;decided to share the “&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;TRUTH”&lt;/span&gt; with me, long story short; he told me he believed that he wasn’t the main person for me, but that he was in my life to fulfill a purpose and take me through certain stages of my life. Ever since he unraveled the truth to me, I’ve always had that at the back of my mind, but I’ve always prayed that whenever &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP&lt;/span&gt;s time was coming to an end, God would have another one lurking around. (Selfish but truthful prayer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP&lt;/span&gt; started acting up with me, but things were still within control. Fast-forward thru my silent times with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP&lt;/span&gt;. He decided he wouldn’t talk to me again (This sure sent me into a depressed mood) After a whole lot of pleading, consoling, promises and pledge to be my over best self to him, I decided it was time to involve a third party, so I called a couple of my friends who knew &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP &lt;/span&gt;quite well, and told them all I believed they needed to know. They pleaded with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP&lt;/span&gt; and funny thing is all &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP&lt;/span&gt; did was give one funny sigh ALL THE TIME they were pleading. It confused me so much that everyone was asking me if I was really sure I didn’t do anything wrong. Nywayz I left him and went home that night, but I was so so restless and decided I was going to report him to God, ‘cos this was not the right time to loose him at all (&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BAD TIMING&lt;/span&gt;). Imagine people being warmed up by their other ones, who would warm me up? Who would I cry to? Who would be ready to take my mess, excess and my tears? Who would I burden with my burden? Who would I share my fantasies with? I just had to talk to God ‘bout him, ‘cos honestly everyone had tried their best but there was just no hope. So I started reporting him to God and guess what? Rinsola was WEEPING to God that night (&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Yes o, WEEP, not cry&lt;/span&gt;) I said all the sayables to God about &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP&lt;/span&gt; that night and I slept off.&lt;br /&gt;Next morning I decided to ask a friend to take me to see him. We got there and at just one touch from me, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP&lt;/span&gt; started flowing in his sweet accent (So God doesn’t joke with my tears? Honestly if you were the one I wept to, you would not allow me a second without helping me out). &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP&lt;/span&gt; started flowing o, and Rinsola started jelling with smiles and tears trickling down her cheeks. It was so good to be true so I asked &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP&lt;/span&gt; to take me home, but also that my friend should tag along at the back, incase &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP &lt;/span&gt;changes his mind and leaves me rideless. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP&lt;/span&gt; took me home, made sure I was comfortable enough before he said goodnight, and eversince, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP&lt;/span&gt; has allowed me 15minutes of his early morning time till date to assure me that we’re back together again.&lt;br /&gt;I’m so grateful to God for answering my prayers regarding &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP&lt;/span&gt; and after embarrassing myself (&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My mouth was in an indescribable shape/form. I kinda feel God shook His head and said “Look at my Rinsola spoiling her mouth all ‘cos of MP”. But hold on, can someone be ladylike when weeping? Please teach me how if it’s possible, ‘cos mine was just a sorry state&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP&lt;/span&gt; is doing well now and I’m praying to God that &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MP &lt;/span&gt;should help me go through this stage of my life till God brings the new one into my life, ‘cos I need&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; MP&lt;/span&gt; more than ever, especially during this cold, freezing, snowy, unpredictable season of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;MP (the make and model of my car).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest I forget, HAPPY NEW MONTH and I believe every new month, week and day is the beginning of something new in our lives. I pray you’d have new and more reasons to be grateful to God this month. One of my reasons to be thankful this week are for people I’ve been blessed by, through the blogville community, for the friends I’ve made through this avenue (quite a reasonable bunch). I'm thankful to God for ALL of you, but for this week, I’m grateful to God for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://israelemmanuel.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pastor Israel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; , Niyi (the commenter) and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://amarasviewonstuff.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. (I’m thankful for your time and your words).&lt;br /&gt;Have a fulfilled and fulfilled week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-4124673113232406748?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/4124673113232406748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=4124673113232406748&amp;isPopup=true' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/4124673113232406748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/4124673113232406748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2008/02/mp-and-i.html' title='MP and I'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-6774190338353520598</id><published>2008-01-22T10:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T11:48:39.595-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><title type='text'>Lack of sleep.....</title><content type='html'>Hmn......... ......... ........ So i set the alarm for 4:30 am, 'cos the sales start at 5am. Only for me to switch off the alarm when it woke me, 'cos i just wasn't feeling the need to get up at that time. Finally i woke up at past 6am, got myself ready and left the house.&lt;br /&gt;   After picking all the neccesary things i needed, heading towards the cashier, i saw this long line. I was like "I'm not feeling this line in any way or form, no be by force to shop the sales". Hubby goes "You love the sales, right? then you have to love the line". I honestly wasn't too happy 'bout the long queue, but i realized i had crunch biscuit in my handbag and he had a bottle of water with him, well i guess that combination would do till it's my turn.&lt;br /&gt; So standing sideways, but in front of me, was this GOOD LOOKING, FYNE,FOINE, KWEET, CUTE , great looking dude. I raised my head up, smiling, with my dentition being exposed and i took a look at my hubby for a few seconds. He looked back down at me, smiled and said "You're thanking God for my beauty right?" I smiled at him and silently replied  "........ this guy is fiiiineeeeeee". My husband looked down at me, smiled and replied  "Thanks, i know; but i can't help it thats how i was created, thanks to God and beautiful genes." Well, i know you're good looking and all, but i'm talking 'bout someone else here.&lt;br /&gt; Nywayz, I wasn't bothered about the long queue anymore, 'cos i had something else to take up my time, till it was my turn. Finally dude, noticed i was looking at him, and said "You woke up early for the sales, right", and i replied him and said " Nahhhh, i didn't sleep at all, but u sure  look like you woke up just for the sales". He smiled back, and said "yeah, well that's true". I didn't stop there, i went ahead to say, "You know you're good looking, right?" So shy, he answered and said thanks, and finally turned towards me saying " Isn't that a wedding band on your finger?, and isn't that your man?"  I replied him saying "Yeah thats true, but being married doesn't forbid me to appreciate beauty when i see it".  I saw a cute looking man standing next to me, and i had to tell him he was cute, 'cos thats true. (You know guys would forever feel overly cool with themselves sometimes). When he noticed my husband was looking at a different direction, he came closer, and said in a very quiet voice, "how 'bout lunch sometime soon?". I replied and said "I GOT EYES FOR BEAUTY, But sorry I GOT MY EYES FIXED ON A BEAUTY ALREADY! but i still believe you'r cute though.  My husband turned around, and I rested my head on his chest and placed my right hand on the left side of his chest, and smiled. My husband smiled back, feeling so so so so psyched up and cool with himself, with pride on his face, he looked at the guy, and said "How 'bout that response?" . (So he was pretending to have his attention fixed somewhere else all the while?).&lt;br /&gt; The guy feeling kinda ashamed, looked back at us, and said "You both look like a wonderful couple and i admire that, but I hope you weren't offended?" As if it was planned, we replied the guy together saying "Nahhh, it's okay". So with my husband's hands round my waist he whispered and, said "I'm pscyhed up about the compliment, how about taking you shopping again, next week?". I smiled back at him, only for me to hear  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Hello, Hi, did you find everything okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeeeezzzzzzzzz, IT WAS ALL FANTASY ON A LONG QUEUE?............. .... This is what u get for not getting enuff sleep. ALL FOR SALESSSSSSS (Mind y'all i'm not a cheap person, but i appreciate crazy sales, it saves u a whole bunch on cash). And don't tell me you all don't have those funny fantasy moments.&lt;br /&gt; (This happened during thanksgiving sales 2006).  Just decided to share this with you all, 'cos i was reminded about it again. Have a great day people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-6774190338353520598?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/6774190338353520598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=6774190338353520598&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/6774190338353520598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/6774190338353520598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2008/01/lack-of-sleep.html' title='Lack of sleep.....'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-2197782003343788305</id><published>2008-01-13T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T00:18:28.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year (Not too late)</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone!. Olamild after reading ur message, i knew i just had no choice than to put up something.&lt;br /&gt; I'm so grateful to God for yet another year, i honestly can't thank Him enough, but i pray i would always be thankful to Him. I also pray that we'ld all have numerous reasons to be thankful to God this year. I personally i'm looking forward to being a recipient of His 2008 BLESSINGS, I'm going to believe Him and His words especially those things i thought to be impossible &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(EVERYTHING is possible to him who believes Mark 9:23)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i hope you all are highly expectant this year also.&lt;br /&gt; To my fellow bloggers, lookerbys' and readers let's walk through 2008 with God, believing Him, and that His grace, strength and love would see us through this year. Remember the challenges would come, but it is POSSIBLE with Him.&lt;br /&gt;   Happy New year once again. Take care and have a funfilled and fufilled week ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-2197782003343788305?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/2197782003343788305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=2197782003343788305&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/2197782003343788305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/2197782003343788305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-not-too-late.html' title='Happy New Year (Not too late)'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-1897950283380417176</id><published>2007-12-09T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T22:59:54.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Tagged and a Trivia</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ife234.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aloted:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i start here are the rules&lt;br /&gt;1) Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog2) Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself3) Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs4) Let each person know that they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog&lt;br /&gt;Those that have been tagged will know at the end, so keep reading :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;I DON'T FORGET FACES,Date of Birth, and Numbers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Provided you've had a conversation with me, i can't forget your face and what you looked like the moment i saw you, i would remind you about what you wore the first time i met you and possibly what you said. If you've ever mentioned your birth date to me, then it's stuck in my memory. If i've ever dialed your number thrice, saved it on my phone or written it out, be rest assured i know your number already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE DRIVING ALONE&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I would offer to give you a ride, but be rest assured that you may not enjoy the silence with me. Whenever i'm driving, i'm somewhere else enitrely. I'm quite aware of the stops signs and traffic lights, but i just want to be alone in my car. I love those alone times (PRICELESS is the ticket that takes me where those moments take me to when i'm driving).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;STINGY PEOPLE and I&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No joke, i don't mix with stingy people. We don't fight, we don't have any form of misunderstanding and we JUST DON'T MIX. Somehow, someway we just mysteriously cross paths, loose touch and sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;MY NAME&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anywhere i go, and any oppurtunity i get, provided i have a pen with me, i would always write my name. Even on the tables, during church services, when on the phone and during interviews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;My NOTEBOOKS&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;All the notebooks i ever used while in school is still in existence. I don't pass my notes to people, and i don't throw them away 'cos i'm always on the go with writing. I write a whole lot, but i prefer doing it on paper and pen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;strong&gt;I'M A SERIOUSLY RECOVERING ADDICT&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;From what? you guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;I'm uniquely weird&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tagging &lt;a href="http://amarasviewonstuff.blogspot.com/"&gt;believer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://wordsinthesandsoftime.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ebony&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326213869157953668"&gt;9jaopeke&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://nyemoni.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nyemoni&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://babawilly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Babawilly&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://omosewa.blogspot.com/"&gt;omosewa&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://isisplayground.blogspot.com/"&gt;Isi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my #6 weirdness....................I'm a recovering garrium sulphate addict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what would be your action in this case:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Picture yourself outside playing with a baby, with just a towel covering you. As you threw the baby up, your towel loosened. Which would you grab first, your towel or the baby?&lt;br /&gt;Be honest.&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/4016610925286709326-1897950283380417176?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/1897950283380417176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=1897950283380417176&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/1897950283380417176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/1897950283380417176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/12/being-tagged-and-trivia.html' title='Being Tagged and a Trivia'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-8681232615470922482</id><published>2007-12-04T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T00:12:11.262-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real true love'/><title type='text'>I'm reminded..........</title><content type='html'>Happy new month everyone, i know it's long overdue, but i guess not too late. It's so amazing how we've come to the end of yet another year. Thank God for His protection and mercies. I was going to put up a post on PDL week 4, but after what happened to me this evening, i decided to put up something else.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if some of you have ever been in situations in your life where you just forget about your worries and focus on who God has been to you so far. That happened to me again this evening. I was driving home from the library with a friend and all of a sudden, i don't know what happened and how it happened, but it felt like i was zoomed out of my worried state to a state of peace. I found myself thanking God mainly for His love and i started declaring and reaffirming Gods' words concerning my life, as in i went from being in a worried state to a calm state, and all i could focus on was His love for me. (I just had to shar this with us)&lt;br /&gt;I hope one of you who stops by, would pause for a minute and remind yourselves and encourage yourselves that He has allowed and disallowed all things in your life all 'cos of HIS UNDYING and SELFLESS love for your best interest. (I know it could be difficult to see it like that atimes, but just hold on to His word that says "I will NEVER leave you nor forsake you"Hebrews 13vs 5 &amp;amp; 6).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It wasn't about how He called me, but what He called me&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't about the gaze in His eyes, but how i felt when He gazed upon me&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't about His anger, but the ache i believe He has on His face when i hurt&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't about His spoken words to me, but how He spoke them to me&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't about how i feel He smiled at me, but how the thought of His smile makes me feel&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't about how His words sang to me, but how His words sang of me&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't about how He cared for me, but how His care showed me of His love for me&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't about His guiding my steps, but how He picked me up when i stumbled&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't about His heart, but how His heart never stops beating for me&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't about His assuring words, but what assurance i have knowing i have Him&lt;br /&gt;It's really not about Him, but His love, how He loves me, and how He's teaching me about His love......&lt;br /&gt;This love......... His love...... would stand the test of all times and would NEVER FAIL&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/4016610925286709326-8681232615470922482?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/8681232615470922482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=8681232615470922482&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/8681232615470922482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/8681232615470922482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-reminded.html' title='I&apos;m reminded..........'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-934360930170839902</id><published>2007-11-22T18:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T01:20:32.334-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact thankfulness'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 22</title><content type='html'>Tagged by &lt;a href="http://allied-genesis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Allied&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Join me in the Thankfulness Chain....if you've been tagged, please complete the tag on the assigned day example... if you're tagged for November 21... that is day 21 and you should title your post 30 Days of Thankfulness - Day 21 provide a link to the person that tagged you previously Also provide a link to the two people that you're tagging for the next day so we can all follow the chain... Do let them know they're being tagged.. why they're being tagged, and how to grow the chain if you're unable to do the tag on your assigned day... still choose the day to reflect the date you do it (if you're choosing not to back date it) ...example... if you're tagged for November 25 but dont get to do it till November 27... and you're not back dating.. it's okay to do it as Day 27 you can post these rules or something to this effect to help it along...................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down and thought about what i'm thankful for and i started typing, but there seemed to be no end to it, but i got a summary of it all, and it was all about what I as a person, Your daughter is thankful to You for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dad, I'm so thankful for all that is me, and that includes "You".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm thankful to You 'cos there were many times i thought to myself "It could have been me" positively or negatively. But You knew why it wasn't me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm thankful to You 'cos of the friends You've allowed my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm thankful to You 'cos in my smallness Your greatness is exalted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm thankful to You 'cos in searching for peoples' acceptance without assurance, You offered me Yours' with outstrectched arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm thankful to You 'cos in my shame, You became the lifter of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm thankful to You 'cos anytime i feel like a nobody, i know You're the SOMEBODY i can run to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm thankful to You 'cos thru my pain and struggles, You gave me a new song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm thankful to You 'cos You counted me worthy of being mindful of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm thankful to You 'cos You never gave up on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For my past and the message in it, i say Thank You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For my family and our journey as a whole, i say Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the breath of life and the gift of yet another second, i say Thank You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For my tears and my emotions, i say Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For being the change in my generation, i say Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For my strength and my existence as a woman, i say Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Your calling concerning my life and it's fulfillment, i say Thank You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For my future and its bountiful provisions, i say Thank You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For my future kids, the joy they'ld bring to us, i say Thank You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For wisdom bestowed as a parent and my motherhood skills, i say Thank You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For my future husband and the presence of You in him, i say Thank You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the gift of Your love, grace, patience and tolerance in my marriage i say Thank You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For writing my love story, i say Thank You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For being a witness to this confession and bringing it to fufillment, i say THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Aren't You the God who even angels gasps at the wonder of Your holiness, or can't capture Your divine magnificence? Then who am i not to be thankful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dad, i'm so thankful for ALL that is me and all that includes You&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i think 'bout all those ungrateful moments and attitude of mine, all i can honestly say is Dad, I'm SORRYFULLY THANKFUL to You and that includes ALL that is me.&lt;br /&gt;I tag &lt;a href="http://disgodkidd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Disgodkid&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://israelemmanuel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pstr. Emmanuel&lt;/a&gt; for Day 23 .&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving everyone, i hope you all stop for a second and think about why He deserves our thanks, not just today but always. And yes, i'm thankful to God for you (the reader) 'cos you're part of ALL that is me.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend ahead, and i should update soon on my PDL reading. Have a funfilled and fufilled end of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-934360930170839902?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/934360930170839902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=934360930170839902&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/934360930170839902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/934360930170839902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/11/30-days-of-thankfulness-day-22.html' title='30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 22'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-214267289652338000</id><published>2007-11-12T07:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T07:50:11.690-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Anoda Laff!!1</title><content type='html'>So i know i haven't updated on PDL yet, please do bear with me. I should do that pretty soon. Hope we all had a funfilled and fufilled weekend? Just to bribe you all with sniles till i update, this is another funny one. But to laugh out loud, read it out. Take care of yourselves and have a great and fufilled week ahead. Take charge people!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room Service (RS): "Morrin. Roon sirbees."&lt;br /&gt;Guest (G): "Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Rye..Roon sirbees..morrin! Jewish to oddor sunteen??"&lt;br /&gt;G: "Uh..yes..I'd like some bacon and eggs."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Ow July den?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "What??"&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Ow July den?...pryed, boyud, poochd?"&lt;br /&gt;G : "Oh, the eggs! How do I like them?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, scrambled please."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Ow July dee baykem? Crease?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "Crisp will be fine."&lt;br /&gt;RS : "Hokay. An Sahn toes?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;G: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;RS:"An toes. July Sahn toes?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;G: "I don't think so."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;RS: "No? Judo wan sahn toes??"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;G: "I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what 'judo wan sahntoes' means."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;RS: "Toes! toes!...Why jew don juan toes? Ow bow Anglish moppin webodder?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;G: "English muffin!! I've got it! You were saying 'Toast' Fine. Yes, anEnglish muffin will be fine."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;RS: "We bodder?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;G: "No...just put the bodder on the side."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;RS: "Wad?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;G: "I mean butter...just put it on the side."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;RS: "Copy?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;G: "Excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;RS: "Copy...tea.. .meel?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;G: "Yes. Coffee, please, and that's all."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;RS: "One Minnie. Scramah egg, crease baykem, Anglish moppin we bodder on sigh and copy....rye? ?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;G: "Whatever you say."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;RS: "Tenjewberrymuds"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;G : "You're very welcome."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-214267289652338000?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/214267289652338000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=214267289652338000&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/214267289652338000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/214267289652338000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/11/anoda-laff1.html' title='Anoda Laff!!1'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-622110609451343722</id><published>2007-11-06T07:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T07:51:08.730-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Yhellow.....</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, how'r we all doing and howz our week coming? Just had to share this joke with us all, iknow some of you have read/heard it before, but there's nothing wrong with smiling or laughing again, right? Nywayz, till my next post comes on, enjoy this and HAPPY NEW MONTH, i pray this month marks the begin/continuation of great things in our lives. Take care everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This happened in a Classroom in Warri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teacher:&lt;/span&gt; You Boy, spell plantain  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; Whish one? The ripe one abi the unripe one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teacher:&lt;/span&gt; Shuo !! What difference does it make? Just spell plantain! Abi you wan try me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; Shuo Teasha, no be fightooo! If you fry the ripe one na 'DODO', if you  fry the unripe one na 'SHIPS', if you roast am, na 'BOLI' and if you soak am come dry am na 'KPEKERE' all of dem na plantain,so whish one you wan make I spell na?!  Tok quick I wan waka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-622110609451343722?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/622110609451343722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=622110609451343722&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/622110609451343722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/622110609451343722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/11/yhellow.html' title='Yhellow.....'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-8984475248392181332</id><published>2007-10-29T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T00:27:33.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purpose Driven Life........Week 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RyVu71DRA0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/KJRLbvT41vM/s1600-h/Purpose%2520Driven%2520Life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126625724963291970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RyVu71DRA0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/KJRLbvT41vM/s320/Purpose%2520Driven%2520Life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you all don’t want to fly your fellow citizens’ sense gathering, time consuming, sweat trickling, and handmade helicopter? Hear me ALL: THAT’S JUST NOT FAIR, okay? Be an encouraging citizen like me, who would fly from my room to the bathroom, at least that’s a start.&lt;br /&gt;So how’ve we all been doing, and how was our weekend? Well, mine went well, can’t complain. So I couldn’t post up week 3 of the PDL (Purpose Driven Life) last week, so here is it. Hope you all learn something from it like I did, or rather ponder upon it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week three was all about “Being formed for Gods’ family”. The author talked about baptism, love, belonging, sharing, cultivating, restoring and lastly protecting. All sure does make sense to me, but I decided to share a few with us, since I believe this is what we deal with or have dealt with one time or the other in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Love: 1st Corinthians 13vs13 “And now abideth faith, hope, love, these three, but the greatest of these is LOVE.” Chapter 13 sums it up saying if we have EVERYTHING, do ALL THE GOOD deeds, pull enough effects, move the mightiest or might mountains but don’t have love, then we are NOTHING!. This chapter went on to explain what LOVE really is, you should also try reading 1st John 4vs 7-21.&lt;br /&gt;I just had to read it all over again, as in RINSOLA are you sure the love you have takes no account whatsoever of any wrong doing or hurtful deeds? As in, do I have the love God wants me to have? (Sorry there were no conversations here with Dad, all I did was search myself thoroughly and after every verse I would ask myself questions. I sure would talk it out with God, and I pray He has answers for me).&lt;br /&gt;Restoring Broken Fellowship: 2nd Corinthians 5 vs. 18 “But all things are of God, who reconciled us to himself through Jesus Christ, and gave to us the ministry of reconciliation.” This from my understanding is being able to live in peace and make peace. What interested me in this chapter was the author noting that peacemaking is not avoiding conflict, peacemaking is not appeasement, not running away from a problem. He also went ahead to share the biblical steps in restoring fellowship, which included talking to God before talking to the person (which I’m guilty of sometimes), Always taking the initiative, Sympathize with their feelings, confess your part of the conflict, attack the problem, co-operate as much as possible and emphasize reconciliation not resolution. Restoring relationships could be tough, especially when the other party isn’t willing.&lt;br /&gt;But fellow bloggers/readers: Quick question/discussion: Are we capable of genuine love? As in can we love genuinely without any BUT? And is love meant to be tested, as in when people say, love would stand the test of time. Finally what do you when you try restoring a broken friendship, knowing that you’re not at fault, but the other party is not even responding or picking your calls, and you’ve left uncountable messages?&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourselves and have a fun filled and fulfilled week ahead, and enjoy the last days of the month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-8984475248392181332?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/8984475248392181332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=8984475248392181332&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/8984475248392181332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/8984475248392181332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/10/purpose-driven-lifeweek-3.html' title='The Purpose Driven Life........Week 3'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RyVu71DRA0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/KJRLbvT41vM/s72-c/Purpose%2520Driven%2520Life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-5766681892403524133</id><published>2007-10-22T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:10:07.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innovation'/><title type='text'>Would you fly?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RxyvI0ExV0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/s9HlL-Kn7Gg/s1600-h/capt.sge.lzy72.211007224231.photo00.photo.default-512x342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124163041993250626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RxyvI0ExV0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/s9HlL-Kn7Gg/s320/capt.sge.lzy72.211007224231.photo00.photo.default-512x342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hellowwww everyone? how'r we alldoing and how did our weekend go? Would be back to let share with you my reading through the purpose driven life, but till then i read something fascinating this morning. Read &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/nigeriahelicopteroffbeat"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. "He hoped -- and still does hope -- that the Nigerian government and his wealthy compatriots would turn to him and stop placing orders with western manufacturers." Hmn...... I say way to go, Albert Eisten also started one day like this, isn't it? Take care and have a funfilled and fufilled week ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-5766681892403524133?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/5766681892403524133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=5766681892403524133&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/5766681892403524133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/5766681892403524133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/10/would-you-fly.html' title='Would you fly?'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RxyvI0ExV0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/s9HlL-Kn7Gg/s72-c/capt.sge.lzy72.211007224231.photo00.photo.default-512x342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-6229338331187549752</id><published>2007-10-16T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T00:39:16.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact Life purpose relationship'/><title type='text'>The Purpose Driven Life...... .Week 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RyVv01DRA1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/fU0fiH3taIg/s1600-h/Purpose%2520Driven%2520Life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126626704215835474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RyVv01DRA1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/fU0fiH3taIg/s320/Purpose%2520Driven%2520Life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello everyone, how are you all doing? How was your weekend and howz your week coming? hope great?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so i'm still reading the purpose driven life, and i've been having some AHA moments. This past week started with &lt;strong&gt;'Being planned for God's pleasure&lt;/strong&gt;' Revelation 4 vs 11 "&lt;em&gt;You created everything, and it if for your pleasure that they exist and were created"&lt;/em&gt; and ended with &lt;strong&gt;'When God seems distant&lt;/strong&gt;' Hebrews 13 vs 5 &lt;em&gt;"For God has said, "I will never leave thee; nor forsake thee.' " &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I was actually wondering what pleasure it was that God created us for, when i started this chapter, 'cos my thought of pleasure is known to be enjoying the good things of life and it's necessities. But again, i was reminded that God isn't wood, he has emotions and also feels things very deeply. Hebrews 4 vs 15 &lt;em&gt;"For we have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin." T&lt;/em&gt;he same way we derive pleasure from various things, is the same way God derives pleasure from us mainly worshiping Him, and the author went ahead to explain that ANYTHING we do that brings pleasure to God is an act of worship. To me that was an AHA moment, 'cos i always thought worship to be just praising and exalting God. (still shows i've got a whole lot to learn in this walk with Him).&lt;br /&gt;Another important point that the author talked about was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;" More than anything, God wants a relationship with us"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and he termed it the most astouding TRUTH in the universe. Trust Rinsola to always ask questions for clarification and a better understanding. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; Why is this relationship with us so important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; How did you feel when you started dating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; Must we go there and through that route?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; No we dont have to, but i want you to understand something. So answer my question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; Okay i felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; Is that all? C'mmon get serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; Okay. I always wanted to share something with him, i always looked forward to our conversation, and i enjoyed telling him stuffs, i was never fake with him. I would tell him everything 'cos he cared and he was always there for me, and made me feel i could tell him anything at anytime. He didn't make me feel like i was bugging him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; Hmn......... the dilligence you give to man, you don't give to me, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; Me, or everyone on earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; We're talking about you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rinsola&lt;/span&gt;: ha!, is that true? But thats not fair, i thought you were just asking me a question? Are you judging me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; That's the truth, but no i'm not judging you, well not yet, but i would someday. My point is do you think he feels great when you make him feel like you are all about him, and that he secures you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; Well, i think so. I know for a fact He always says thanks for talking to him, and he always wants to know w'sup with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; So if he, who i created can say that and yearn for that attention and conversation with you, How much more ME!, who knows you have a whole lot more going on within you. When you get into relationships with that guy or girl, you centre your everything around him, you always think about him, you always think of what you can do to make him happy, you always want him to be the first to hear that good news you just recieved, you always want to do something out of the ordinary for him, you always want him to love you back just as you loved them, when someone or something hurts you, you want him to listen to you, to hold you and tell you everything would be alright, right? You never want him to leave you, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; (Dumbfounded) and nodding my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; Do you think they don't feel good that you attribute so much to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; My dear thats what i yearn for with you. Is that asking for too much? Though i enjoy watching every detail of your life, but i yearn to be part of it also. I want to be part of your everything, i want you to call me your friend. You know i know everything, yet i derive pleasure in you wanting to eagerly share that great news with me, i want you to tell me how that boy makes you feel, i want you to express yourself to me, i want you to share your true feelings with me NO HOLDING BACK! i mean every single detail or thing. Even when you're upset with Me, i want you to tell Me, let Me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rinsola&lt;/span&gt;: (murmuring), I know but, how about that aspect of me being upset with you, and all that every single details thing? Is it possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; Rinsola, you seem to forget that I AM GOD! When you lost your job, tell me you weren't upset? when you cried that night you felt you lost the love of your life, do you think i didn't know you were upset with me? Imagine being upset with Me, saving you from more hurt and pain. But I didn't get mad at you for being upset with me, instead I felt your pain. Did you read that I didnt strike Jeremiah dead when he felt I tricked him? Did I slap David for claiming I forsook, or betrayed him? Did I shake my head at Job when he started to vent? When Jacob wrestled with me, did I push him away? I know exactly how you all feel, and i feel your pain also, but i want you to tell me just they way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; So are you saying even the nastiest of things that goes through my mind, even the thoughts of sex, since i'm not married yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; Aderinsola? I am your creator, you can't hide even the darkest of secrets from me. I sure don't want you to dwell upon those thoughts, but i need you to tell me you need help with those thoughts. I am your ONLY strength, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; But Dad, someone once asked me how i am able to come to you even when i've messed up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; Remind them, the devil would constantly bring up your past and wrongs against you just to keep you away from me, and Never forget that your righteousness is as a filthy rag before me. So if you or anyone thinks righteousness is the key to my friendship NONE of you would be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Rinsola&lt;/span&gt;: Can i ask another question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; Smiles.......i've heard the question many times, but i'm all ears my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; smiling sheepishly........ So do you see people when they have sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; I'm not blind my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; How about giving people their privacy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; Giving you your privacy, means taking my eyes off you, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; Yeap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;: And do you know what it means when i take my eyes off you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; Yes i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is getting to the stage where i tell God everything was not attained in a day, week,month or a year. I'm still working on my relationship with God, as in, it's nowhere close to half of perfection and truth is, it's not easy but you all can get to that stage of closeness with Him. I feel special for many reasons, I'm not as obedient as Job, or as thankful as David, neither is my faith as Abrahams', but i'm so glad He stills looks at what i call my imperfection, and yet yearn to want a relationship with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something Important that hit me in the book was also that&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You will never grow a close relationship with God by just attending church once a week, or having a daily quiet time. Friendship with God is built by sharing ALL your life experiences with Him'............... Sure it is important to establish the habit of a daily devotional time with God, but he wants more than an appointment in your schedule. He want to be included in your every activity, every conversation, every problem, and even every thought&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question to consider:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What can i do to remind myself to think about God and talk to Him more often throughout the day?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone, and have a funfilled and fufilled week ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-6229338331187549752?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/6229338331187549752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=6229338331187549752&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/6229338331187549752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/6229338331187549752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/10/purpose-driven-lifeweek-2.html' title='The Purpose Driven Life...... .Week 2'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RyVv01DRA1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/fU0fiH3taIg/s72-c/Purpose%2520Driven%2520Life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-1265422185561379338</id><published>2007-10-08T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T01:39:48.237-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact Life purpose'/><title type='text'>The Purpose Driven Life.... week 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RwnQn0ExVzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/R5OijtMlxKY/s1600-h/images[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118851833895409458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RwnQn0ExVzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/R5OijtMlxKY/s320/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been a while since my last post, and a whole lotta stuffs have happened. First i really want to say a BIG THANK YOU to each and everyone of you that stopped by and dropped a message, or said a prayer, it sure went a long way, and my trip to Jersey was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I picked up A purpose driven Life last week, and prayed as i started reading it last monday and just on the second page, i stopped to ask myself this question "Haven't you read this book before?" Answer is: I have read it before, but it seemed like i've never heard about it. I decided to go with it as a chapter per day and ruminate on the point to ponder and question to consider, and boy i was encouraged, as much as i wanted to go on to the next chapter so bad, i just had to be full with what i had that day.&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of the week started with "It's not about me butressed with Colossians 1v16 &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"For by Him, ALL things were created that are in heaven and that are on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or principalities or powers, ALL things were created through Him, and for Him".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and the week ended with Romans 11 vs 36, making me understand that; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's all for Him "For of Him and through Him and to Him are ALL things, to whom be glory forever. Amen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Day two redefined my every thought over again. I remember thinking back to the previous week and the happenings, and i was left with no choice than to Thank God over and over again. I was psyched up on why i HAVE to keep believing in God and that He's so much at work in my life. The quote for that day was a no joke to me, are you kidding? "&lt;strong&gt; GOD DOESNT PLAY DICE&lt;/strong&gt;" as in, He's not looking at what probability it is when he rolls a dice as to how your future would/should be, or what chance it is if he throws a one or a two as to whom you'ld come to life through. (I'm thanking Him so much for Who He really is). The Bible says &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"You know me inside and out, You know every bone in my body; You know exactly how i was made, BIT by BIT, how i was SCULPTED from NOTHING into SOMETHING. You saw me before i was born and scheduled EACH DAY of my life before i began to breathe. Each day was recorded in your book!" Which to me also implies that EVERY millisecond/ minute/hour has been planned before those who would be born years to come would be born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Isn't He so amazing, yet incomprehensible? i bet thats part of what makes him God).&lt;br /&gt;I started to ask myself that is that why the Bible requires that we give thanks to God at all times and in every situation? If yesterday didnt occur without it's happenings, i won't be in this situation where things are beginning to unravel in a unique dimension and at a crucial point, and i wouldn't have been divinely reassured last week (another days' testimony). I'm seeing this as a dominoes effect, but in the positive way. I've started to live and look at life diffrently again, EVERYTHING on earth happens 'cos God has written it to happen that way, NOTHING is by coincidence neither is anything an accident. (Ask for wisdom to really understand the whole concept).&lt;br /&gt;I'm one person who does ask God a whole lotta questions, and even after reading day two i still asked Him questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rinsola&lt;/span&gt;: So You said You had a reason why you made me come from this lineage? why i have this paticular feature? Why i'm here at this point of my life, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, and what are you driving at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; I thought You said You know my every thought even before i speak, so why are you asking me what i'm driving at? You sure know that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; You thought or you know that i know your every though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; Okay i know that you know, but why are you asking what point i'm driving at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; I know i won't be tired of telling you that I AM THE ALL KNOWING, yet i want to hear you speak. So whats your point woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; You really make me laugh and wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; But thats basically my job and who I AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; Okay.....my point is i need to know the WHY's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; Well, you'ld know the why's if you continue letting Me hold your hands and believe that I AM the Best to lead you through this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; Very well said, You won, always win, and always would. So here is my hand, but i prefer to be carried instead (winking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; Those times to be carried would come my dear, and I know how fast you'd run to Me to carry you. But the great thing is I am strong enough to carry you and everything that entails you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; Posy Posy Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; Thats my name.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the week, i concluded that &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"The world is all about Him, but He's all about us"&lt;/span&gt; Our every being is created by Him to bring glory to Him, and never forget that in every situation you may be in or are going through, no matter how small or how big, There's always a revelation in every situation.&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to share with us from this book, but i encourage you to pick up a copy and study it through. But till then never forget that you're not by any chance a mistake and your life is sure no fluke of nature. You're such an important part of God's plan for planet earth and without you, the puzzle can't be completed. Have a great funfilled and fufilled week ahead everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-1265422185561379338?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/1265422185561379338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=1265422185561379338&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/1265422185561379338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/1265422185561379338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/10/purpose-driven-life-week-1.html' title='The Purpose Driven Life.... week 1'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RwnQn0ExVzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/R5OijtMlxKY/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-817906091694863332</id><published>2007-09-17T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T01:44:24.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><title type='text'>...........These times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/Ru4ht_FjBpI/AAAAAAAAADs/ukW6mqb4ueo/s1600-h/crossroads[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111059701024622226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/Ru4ht_FjBpI/AAAAAAAAADs/ukW6mqb4ueo/s320/crossroads%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at the caption/picture above, you all sure know a little about what you're about to read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, school is coming on well and i honestly can't complain, and God sees my heart i'm not grateful enough. I honestly wish i would be more appreciative than i am right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, back to the subject matter. I'm in stage of my life now where i am so confused that i know whom to run to, but it seems the sight of man is all that is glaring at me now. One of the many amazing reasons why i love God is that, He's ALWAYS READY to teach me certain things in different ways, and makes me see reason why. I've always known well enough not to put my trust in man, but sometimes i feel certain people are just not the type to dissappoint you, do you guys understand what i mean? Well, over the weekend, He taught me AGAIN that no matter how good a man seems or is i still have no right to put my trust in them except Him (Jeremiah 17:5 Thus saith the LORD; Cursed be the man that trusteth in man, and maketh flesh his arm, and whose heart departeth from the LORD). During these hurtful time, i was able to spare a smile and ask Dad "Why're You such a jealous God, na wa for You o, cursed loun loun? ha". I'm sure He was like "Little do you know w'sup".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every single quiet minute alone either in my car or anywhere, it's either i'm asking Dad how long this would go on, or I'm crying out loud. I'm so confused, i donno what to do, i've tried thinking straight but all that comes to mind is the negative what if's, I need to be very honest, the last time i got this scared was when i thought i would loose my mum. But why am i scared? why is there so much fear? where is the ever constant talk of my faith? what's happening to me? am i doubting God? Oh my, I've been such a crybaby i must confess and most times all i want to do is be alone and talk to Dad, but instead of talking to Him, i find myself becoming a questionnaire and start asking Him why? instead of what next? I've been jobless for the past month, and it seems like the world is against me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know the annoying thing about the whole situation? I KNOW HE'S WATCHING AND IN CONTROL, right? BUT why do i feel like He isn't watching? why do i feel like He's abandoned me? Why do i feel like He could care less about me? Why do i forget He's just by my side? Why do i feel like He's not listening? Right now i can't find the words to honestly express how i feel. One minute, i'm crying and next second, i'm smiling 'cos i'm saying "Dad You're in control right?" Before the past week ended He consoled me with Isaiah 49 but He emphasized on verse 14 (He called me Zion), Verse 15: He said others can forget, BUT He WILL NOT forget me. Verse 16: He said He has ENGRAVED me in His always busy palms. You know what part made me smile again? Verse 24-25. You want to know what it is? It would intrest you MORE if you pick up your Bible and study that part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know some of you know this already, but lemme remind you. NO MATTER what you may be going thru, though there may seem no way out of your situation. There's always a way to God's presence. Hard as it may seem, trust me when i tell you He's working behind the scenes of His childrens' lives. I'm in that situation now where i feel like He's forsaken and forgotten me, BUT within me I KNOW WITHOUT A DOUBT HE'S IN CONTROL, i just need His strength to be able to hold on. Don't wait for anyone to encourage you, speak to God just about the way you feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward to Thursday, when i'ld be off to New Jersey for a wedding, i hope i'm able to have a great time, and get my mind off these down times. (My mates are looking for jobs, me i'm travelling to Jersey, abi? is that the next question? Well, I bought my ticket 5weeks before i became jobless). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you say a prayer for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Lord, speak Your Peace into Rinsola's life and situation, Be Rinsola's strength during these times, show yourself strong in her life. Proove Yourself as Jehovah Jireh in her life. Make her understand and learn what You needed to teach her during this time. May she come out of this situation as a victor and not a victim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..................................&lt;em&gt;These times shall pass.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a funfilled and fufilled week everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-817906091694863332?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/817906091694863332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=817906091694863332&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/817906091694863332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/817906091694863332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/09/these-times.html' title='...........These times'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/Ru4ht_FjBpI/AAAAAAAAADs/ukW6mqb4ueo/s72-c/crossroads%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-2845687554891100560</id><published>2007-08-26T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:35:59.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='His Product'/><title type='text'>I am His Product</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RtJpTrBE1TI/AAAAAAAAADk/G0yjHmJqvEQ/s1600-h/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103257114449859890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RtJpTrBE1TI/AAAAAAAAADk/G0yjHmJqvEQ/s320/Picture2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NET WT&lt;/span&gt;. in the hundreds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Product of:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Most High&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Batch no:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;B L E S S E D &amp; H I G H L Y F A V O U R E D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hardware&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Basic Input Output Physical System, Power Supply (Holy Spirit)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Software:&lt;/span&gt; UBOS 2007 (Updated Biblical Operating System), STHB 2007 (Salvation Thru His Blood), SOD 2007 (Spirit of Discernment) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His love, His Grace, His will, Hope and Faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Possible Virus:&lt;/span&gt; The devil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Programmed for:&lt;/span&gt; VICTORY, SIGNS &amp;amp; WONDERS ! (Romans 8 vs 28-29, Genesis 1 vs 26-27)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Manufacturing Date:&lt;/span&gt; 08/07 (Jeremiah 1 vs 5-10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Expiration date:&lt;/span&gt; Till her destiny is fufilled &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt; In the Apple of God's Eye (Psalms 17 v 8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Precautions:&lt;/span&gt; Keep away from any appearance of the virus, DO NOT let the past contaminate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your software. (Ist Thessalonians 5 v 22)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If Product encounters any problem:&lt;/span&gt; accept thy fault, ask for forgiveness, wash with His blood, retrack your steps &amp; move on and ahead. (Leviticus 22 vs 40-42, 2nd Chronicles 7 vs 14)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Worth or Value:&lt;/span&gt; Cannot be bought, jewel of inestimable value (John 3 vs 16-17)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt; Ask before use, Do not REPROGRAM (James 1 vs 2-8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Questions:&lt;/span&gt; call 1-800-THE-BIBLE (2nd Timothy 2 vs 15)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Distributed by:&lt;/span&gt; The Potters' Hand, Heaven. &lt;a href="http://www.god.com/"&gt;http://www.God.com/&lt;/a&gt; (John 14 vs 6, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our daily doings, let us try remembering that we are all products of His aweosme and amazing work. Imagine when you either create something or discover something, how would you guard it? jealously of course, and what would you do to protect yourwork or discovery? I bet you would do all you can. This is what gets me going when i think about how much God cares for me, and what He would do not to loose me. I'm just one amongst an uncountable and He's this crazy, and jealous about me? Me, Rinsola Me? I learnt over this past weekend that " I am the product of His AMAZING HANDWORK" and i decided i had to share this with you all (i know some of you know these, but try dwelling upon it) See yourselves as His priceless product. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the many questions i ponder on: " I somehow feel He's not done with me yet, But what would be of me when i feel He's done with me?" (God help me hold on to Him every step of the way).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back to school, and i'm praying this would be a great semester, one to always remember. To all those who are back to school, I wish you all the BEST God has to offer. As David excelled over his contemporaries, may we all excell in everything positive we lay our hands upon. HAPPY FALL SEMESTER! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May our software not be crashed by the devil (Impossible thru God). Have a great, funfilled and fufilled week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-2845687554891100560?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/2845687554891100560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=2845687554891100560&amp;isPopup=true' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/2845687554891100560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/2845687554891100560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-his-product.html' title='I am His Product'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RtJpTrBE1TI/AAAAAAAAADk/G0yjHmJqvEQ/s72-c/Picture2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-2317425766488182049</id><published>2007-08-14T01:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T01:00:15.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>!!! The Complete Bible Experience !!!  </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/mpAQoIuF264' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/mpAQoIuF264'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't this so amazing? I'm really impressed with the whole performance, but Blair Underwoods' performance was WAOH!. And how do you love Denzel and Pauletta's version of "Songs of Solomon"? The overall 10:48mins performance would leave you speechless, how much more when u watch the whole video, and see Pastor Paul leading the cast..... Interesting. I ordered my copy already. Enjoy&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/4016610925286709326-2317425766488182049?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/2317425766488182049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=2317425766488182049&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/2317425766488182049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/2317425766488182049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/08/complete-bible-experience_14.html' title='!!! The Complete Bible Experience !!!  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Really do appreciate it. Hope you all left having enuff to eat? To those who didn't meet the garri cake, i promise to make yours' special and send it to you. Really do appreciate the prayers also, and wish you all the same and the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before my next post, i just wanted to wish you all One of the BEST WEEK ever! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anticipate BIG, Prepare BIG, Trust BIG and expect BIG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Please do Take care and Take Charge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a funfilled and fufilled week everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-8505226471084499854?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/8505226471084499854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=8505226471084499854&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/8505226471084499854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/8505226471084499854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/08/hellow.html' title='Hellow'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/Rr_V9zeosSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kVH-v7UF4fA/s72-c/Hello%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-650594091411410802</id><published>2007-08-07T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T00:12:49.118-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact thank you Birthday'/><title type='text'>It's my birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrjfETeosRI/AAAAAAAAADI/FzlNy7HC2Vg/s1600-h/DSC02205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096068243410956562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrjfETeosRI/AAAAAAAAADI/FzlNy7HC2Vg/s320/DSC02205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jellorf Ryce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrjeDDeosOI/AAAAAAAAACw/7cr0odgDuY8/s1600-h/DSC02250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096067122424492258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrjeDDeosOI/AAAAAAAAACw/7cr0odgDuY8/s320/DSC02250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mai Cake (The candles tell u my age)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrjeDTeosPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4Y6t-YqSits/s1600-h/DSC02258.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrjdtzeosJI/AAAAAAAAACI/Gd9w0C0pRjs/s1600-h/DSC02188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096066757352272018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrjdtzeosJI/AAAAAAAAACI/Gd9w0C0pRjs/s320/DSC02188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fruit tray&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrjduDeosKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0-CdWatzeFw/s1600-h/DSC02211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096066761647239330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrjduDeosKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0-CdWatzeFw/s320/DSC02211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrjdujeosLI/AAAAAAAAACY/frBlqssnnlc/s1600-h/DSC02214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096066770237173938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrjdujeosLI/AAAAAAAAACY/frBlqssnnlc/s320/DSC02214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Something with salmon that i do not know what it is, but tatste great&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrjduzeosMI/AAAAAAAAACg/pg4z9igXXIA/s1600-h/DSC02200.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrjdvDeosNI/AAAAAAAAACo/JXTFkT_So2U/s1600-h/DSC02241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096066778827108562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrjdvDeosNI/AAAAAAAAACo/JXTFkT_So2U/s320/DSC02241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrgVqzeosEI/AAAAAAAAABg/HOr3hjV4MZ8/s1600-h/DSC02165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095846803487109186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrgVqzeosEI/AAAAAAAAABg/HOr3hjV4MZ8/s320/DSC02165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my self made garri cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrgVrDeosFI/AAAAAAAAABo/ipGxpe9kZ_M/s1600-h/DSC02168.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made it for the likes of &lt;a href="http://yankeenaijababe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yankee naija babe&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095846807782076514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrgVrDeosGI/AAAAAAAAABw/YtCjOpB3e6I/s320/DSC02173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrgVrTeosHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/d_tKxJRsu1s/s1600-h/DSC02233.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I needed to add g-nuts to complete it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrgVrTeosII/AAAAAAAAACA/PGf8mKQK15U/s1600-h/DSC02237.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Below is moi, when i was i donno how old! Kweet moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where would i be without Your love, what would be left of me without You? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without You in my life i can't fathom who i would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From birth to date, You've seen my deeds and known my deepest of thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am worthless without You, and doomed if i never knew You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've been there from the days of plenty to the days of nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've always proved Yourself God, even when i doubted You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am i worth Your grace, am i worth Your mercy, am i worth Your love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do i deserve the best things of life? Do i deserve to be called Your child?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all these i answer No. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But You told me, You would never give up on me, You told me 'cos of Your blood I AM WORTH EVERYTHING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i lost it, You were there. You ran to me before i took a step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You held me close, and all i heard was "I STILL LOVE YOU"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tears You wiped, My heart You healed&lt;br /&gt;My needs You met, My brain You touched&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sins You forgave, My joy You restored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where can i hide from presence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can i do without You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've never failed in teaching me Your prospects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've never failed at being my ever present friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You never failed in blessing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You pampered me with Your favour, even when i didn't deserve it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With me You defied all odds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't , but with You i did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can never repay You, not even for a second of my breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall never know why You love me, I shall never know why chose me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But one thing i would always know and live to tell about is "YOUR UNCONDITIONAL LOVE"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank You is never enough, My thanks to You would never do. But Dad I JUST WANT TO SAY THANK YOU! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank You for me, Thank You for my future, Thank You for my destiny, Thank You for Your calling over my life, Thank You for yet another day, month, year, and another chance. Thank You for restoration. Thank You for never letting go of me, Thank You for today, the day You chose to bring me to earth. THANK YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;I need to get some sleep, would start serving the food when the parrie starts, Remember it starts 4pm prompt! Holla back for some tantalizing, mouthwatering, and salivating delicacy. Make sure u have some garri cake b4 u leave. You want to know how old i am? make sure u'r back to find out! Take care and Happy Birthday to moi! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4016610925286709326-650594091411410802?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/650594091411410802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=650594091411410802&amp;isPopup=true' title='52 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/650594091411410802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/650594091411410802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s my birthday!'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrjfETeosRI/AAAAAAAAADI/FzlNy7HC2Vg/s72-c/DSC02205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-7063080768501187078</id><published>2007-08-06T01:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T04:15:23.169-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact invite'/><title type='text'>1 more day to my birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/Rrbmg2rwBwI/AAAAAAAAABI/joBN56mQI94/s1600-h/ee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095513480525514498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/Rrbmg2rwBwI/AAAAAAAAABI/joBN56mQI94/s320/ee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother was counting days, and she felt it was time for me to be born but i was not out yet and she was getting scared. It's past 9 months and i'm still not born yet, she's not feeling any pain whatsoever, she's not in labour, and as a matter of fact, she can't feel me move (Is she dead or is it the fear that makes her feel this way?).&lt;br /&gt;She called dad and told him, but he felt everything was fine, but what does dad know? She wasn't going to trust dad this time around, but she needed him to take her to the hospital. Dr Gbadebo checked her and everything was fine, but he had no answer as to why i wasn't here yet. Mum couldn't trust anyone anymore, and she had to make the decision without dad's opinion this time. Dad could understand 'cos he had come to realize that a mothers' instinct was quite important. He wouldnt make the decision, he woulnd't convince her and he wouldn't sign anything. All he would do is make mum know that he wasn't going anywhere and would be there with her till the did has been done.&lt;br /&gt;So the decision was after 4hours, if nothing happens, and she still feels no movement, then she would be wheeled to the operating room. She was in tears, and told Dr Gbadebo she was not willing to take chances, though i wasn't her first child. I guess Dr Gbadebo didn't see a need, especially when Dad wasn't also in the decision making process. Or did dad feed mum with some concotions ni? wasn't i supposed to be born? was i a mistake? Why won't Dad make a decision about me?&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 27minutes after mum was told she would be wheeled to the operating room, her water broke. Okay things look good now, she could now smile, dad was getting excited, but then she started screaming. She was in labour, and they coulnd't be specific on how many hours exactly that the labour was, but i was completely brought forth to earth tomorrow at about 3:19pm.&lt;br /&gt;I am born for a reason, a mission, an assignment, a purpose and i have no choice whatsoever than to fufill that which i've been sent forth to do on earth.&lt;br /&gt;I know i am one of the many changes our world would need, one of those who would impact our generation greatly. (positively).&lt;br /&gt;I am special, peculiar, unique, different and blessed irrespective of how long i was in the womb.&lt;br /&gt;I have lived and i'm living to become a story of His glory&lt;br /&gt;I've been called His own, His chosen, and His child. I am named ADE-RIN-SI OLA not coincidentally or by mistake. I have walked into His wealth, the wealth of His love, His peace, His grace, His mercy, His kindess, and His provision.&lt;br /&gt;I have questioned many things that has happened to me, and why it happened, and i sometimes get answers. But one thing i don't ever think i may fully understand is WHY HE CHOOSE TO LOVE ME?&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week everyone, and stop by tomorrow for some refreshment. THE PARRIE IS HIA! I promise to quench ur thirst and hunger.&lt;br /&gt;SO OFFICIALLY TO ALL BLOGGERS, THIS IS YOUR BLOG-VITE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-7063080768501187078?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/7063080768501187078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=7063080768501187078&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/7063080768501187078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/7063080768501187078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/08/1-more-day-to-my-birthday.html' title='1 more day to my birthday!'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/Rrbmg2rwBwI/AAAAAAAAABI/joBN56mQI94/s72-c/ee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-696390514414196765</id><published>2007-08-05T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T17:03:53.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days to my birthday!</title><content type='html'>waoh! am i excited, am i scared, nervous, anxious or what? Honestly i really donno how i feel right now, but i sure am not sad, so thats much better.&lt;br /&gt;  So today was thanksgiving day at Church. Rinsola sure had much to be thankful to God for, so she buttered the thanksgiving with some serious komole (diggit down).  Nywayz, the countdown continues.......Hope you all had a great weekend? take care of yourselves and wish you  all, one of the best week ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-696390514414196765?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/696390514414196765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=696390514414196765&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/696390514414196765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/696390514414196765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/08/2-more-days-to-my-birthday.html' title='2 more days to my birthday!'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-3360588927382431935</id><published>2007-08-04T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T13:45:13.623-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact questions'/><title type='text'>3 more days to my birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Forgiveness and I'm sorry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does forgiveness have to do with people you're not cool with or your friends, or only those who hurt you? (does it make sense?)&lt;br /&gt;Do you say i'm sorry 'cos you mean it, or just to fufill all righteousness?&lt;br /&gt;Does forgiveness come alone, or with I'm sorry?&lt;br /&gt;Do i have to let you know i've forgiven you if you hurt me?&lt;br /&gt;What if i choose to forgive you when i'm no more hurt?&lt;br /&gt;What if my i'm sorry comes only when i'm convinced i was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;What if i don't forgive those who offend me?&lt;br /&gt;What if i choose not to say I'm sorry?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it dificult to forgive and say I'm sorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................I have all these questions on my mind..................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-3360588927382431935?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/3360588927382431935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=3360588927382431935&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/3360588927382431935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/3360588927382431935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/08/3-more-days-to-my-birthday_04.html' title='3 more days to my birthday!'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-5437959309575081499</id><published>2007-08-04T09:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T09:13:55.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 more days to my birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-5437959309575081499?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/5437959309575081499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=5437959309575081499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/5437959309575081499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/5437959309575081499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/08/3-more-days-to-my-birthday.html' title='3 more days to my birthday!'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-7699150170849753985</id><published>2007-08-03T02:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T03:30:46.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact my relationship with Dad'/><title type='text'>4 more days to my birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrLm7GrwBvI/AAAAAAAAABA/CIZPyDB0KAw/s1600-h/Holding%2520Hands%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094388031590237938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrLm7GrwBvI/AAAAAAAAABA/CIZPyDB0KAw/s320/Holding%2520Hands%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My Conversation with Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;: Hold up, what did you just call me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rinsola&lt;/span&gt;: I called you Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt; What happened to the most loving Dad you've ever known? what happend to the ALL KNOWING, ALL PROVIDING DAD? how about the unjudging God? how about calling me all the names you've ever known me to be? I don't mind you saying, jealous Dad, 'cos yes I am, I'm jealous and crazy about you. Girl you still don't know how much I love you, and you can never know how much i love you, and you think you are blessed? Love, you havent seen nothing yet, I'm just getting started with you and you see, the devil is going crazy with anger over how much I'm blessing you, and how much I'm loving you irrespective of the faults he brings before me about you. But do you think i care about those faults? moreso after you've asked me The all forgiving Father to forgive you. Seems he tends to forget that the blood I shed isn't dry yet and can never be dry, seem he's forgotten of what wonders my Blood does. Well, you can't blame him, isn't he known to be the spirit of forgetfulness himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;: So how about whats going on in ur life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rinsola&lt;/span&gt;: Well, All knowing Dad, you know i'm doing well, but can do better .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;: Aren't you going to expantiate on w'sup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rinsola&lt;/span&gt;: But Dad you know it all....,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;: But dear i want to hear you talk. I'm a listener you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; But Dad i don't want to be ungrateful or start ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;: And have i ever judged you on that? I love you and who you are, i made you, but not with the ranting, i made perfection, have you forgotten I'm called the Master Potter? Waoh, you need to see the joy on my face when i was making you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; But Dad, i appreicate You, but please why didn't you bless me with lovely curly hair so i don't have to spend time and money on braids all the time? Why didn't you put the spot on my neck, on my cheek? and could You please make me 20lbs lighter? just like Lolas'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt; (With a smile on his face)......... Do you know I made just one Lola, same way i made just one Rinsola, i never made two of you, and there can never be two of you. I made you Rinsola the way you are without a mistake, i wasn't sleeping when i was making you, nether was i not with thought. Just like you all kid when you see my products "God created this one on a sunday, Olorun fara bale da eleyi) I took my time in creating you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rinsola&lt;/span&gt;: Ok....(with doubt in her mind). Okay Dad, im sorry for complaining, and i would begin to dwell on that. But dad do you know i would be a graduate soon ? and i don't know what my next step would be career wise, i thought i knew but now i don't have an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;: I told you to always ask, and seek me when you want to know what next, i told you a while ago, i'm the ALL knowing, right? I comprehend your path, and your lying down, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; Yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt; Before I formed you, I knew you. Because you have me, you are a majority and your future is secured. Remember what I'm called during this time? Jehovah Jireh. With me, you are destined for success and Victory. One thing i have never promised you, is a smooth road, free of challenges. I promised you a destination and I promised to be Jehovah Shamah during those alone time, I am your ever present help when you call on me. You have a destination in this journey thru life, you would smile, but along the road, you would be challenged, I would never allow you more than you can ever bear. Remember I am Grace? Then i am sufficient for you; I am El-Shaddai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; Okay Dad, why havent i achieved certain things i should have achieved at my age? I planned that at a certain age i would be married and at a certain age, i would have attained my medical degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;: (The look on His face was questionable) Do you know tomorrow? or better still do you know what would happen the next second? Rinsola love, I need an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; No Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt; EXACTLY and That 's 'cos you'r not Me, and remember YOU CAN NEVER BE ME! 'cos I AM GOD! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ehyeh asher ehyeh;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The I AM THAT I AM, THE FIRST AND THE LAST, THE CREATOR of the Creation, The one who knows the deeepest thought of man. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ADE-Rin-si- Ola MI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ? I have called you by My name, you are My own, but i want you to know that the manifestation of the word is for an appointed time. How about delighting in my words than my name? I am not a liar, have I spoken and it did not come to pass? My love, ears have not heard what i would do neither have eyes seen it. I am indeed God, without a doubt. I am ABLE, exceedingly ABLE to do much more than you would ever imagine. I am AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; (Waoh...... would this be pride, the way He's chanting about Himself....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt; (With a smile, He said to me) Rinsola, you know i heard what you just said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; But Dad, i didn't say it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt; I know the heart of men, and his thoughts i know also. I have created you to inhabit your praise. I take pride in looking at you all and knowing No one can do better, and That's why you call me AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; (Always speechless before Him)...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt; So any more gist you want to give me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rinsola&lt;/span&gt;: Nah, i don't think so. They're so vital, You could be less bothered, since You have a whole lot of issue to take control of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt; smiling and saying.... I'm all ears, and still waiting.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rinsola&lt;/span&gt;: I'm going to be making some yam porridge this afternoon, and i'm concerned it may not turn out nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt; Okay, call me when you'r ready to cook, and let's do it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; For REAL?Waoh, thats so awesome......................! A knock on the door distracts my attention, but i shall be back to continue my gist with Him.&lt;br /&gt;Try a Father -Child relationship with Him today. I know of a fact that, He's the coolest of Dads, Best of all friends. I'm proud to say, i have the audacity to talk to an Awesome one as a friend, and without holding back. I love my relationship with Him, and i even ask Him W'SUP? Can you imagine that?&lt;br /&gt;Have a funfilled and fufilled weekend everyone. The countdown continues..................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-7699150170849753985?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/7699150170849753985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=7699150170849753985&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/7699150170849753985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/7699150170849753985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/08/4-more-days-to-my-birthday.html' title='4 more days to my birthday!'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrLm7GrwBvI/AAAAAAAAABA/CIZPyDB0KAw/s72-c/Holding%2520Hands%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-7088058248126964113</id><published>2007-08-02T00:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T15:32:59.560-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed fact'/><title type='text'>5 more days to my birthday</title><content type='html'>What if i say i had stuffs in mind to write today, but can't put it down right now 'cos i need to catch some sleep. But i would say, Thank God for yet another day. Have a great day everyone! Hope to get back with something better tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-7088058248126964113?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/7088058248126964113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=7088058248126964113&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/7088058248126964113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/7088058248126964113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/08/5-more-days-to-my-birthday.html' title='5 more days to my birthday'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-2306569243564634018</id><published>2007-08-01T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T15:33:48.731-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace mercy newmonth fact'/><title type='text'>6 days to my birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrAfCmrwBuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5ebbcfHehOI/s1600-h/mercyandgracepiece[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093605308160280290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrAfCmrwBuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5ebbcfHehOI/s320/mercyandgracepiece%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"But by the grace of God I am what I am, and His grace toward me was not in vain......." Ist corinthians 15 vs 10.&lt;br /&gt;"... I will have mercy on whom I will have mercy, and I will have compassion on whom I will have compassion." Exodus 33 vs 19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new month everyone, and Thank God for seeing yet another new month in great health and a sound state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;Six more days to the day i would be born. I can't begin to imagine how my mum felt when she was pregnant with me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful to God for yet another new day, which starts as a new month, a month when i was born. There are many things i truly can't remember to be thankful to God for, but one thing i thank Him for everyday of my life is for being so merciful towards me. I say it day after day, i won't be alive today if not for the grace of God (Sure the same applies to everyone). I'm not one of those who have their christain life at a report card of satisfactory or excellent, so imagine where my christain life would be. I have disobeyed Him countless times, i have been so wrong many times, but He never ceased to have mercy on me, my case with God is like the jury reading out the verdict to God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;: (Asking Jesus) How does your client plead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jesus:&lt;/span&gt; Your Honour, my client has confessed of her sins, and pleads guilty to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; No recess, the case continues........ Has the jury come to a conclusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jury:&lt;/span&gt; Yes Your Honour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; Read out the verdict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jury:&lt;/span&gt; "We the jury, find the defendant; Rinsola guilty of the white and black lies, guilty of disobedience. guilty of not paying her tithes, guilty of being ungrateful, guilty of being guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; I appreciate your time and dedication in looking for all her faults, and for finding her guilty, But I the Judge would have mercy on whom I will have mercy on, and compassion on whom I will have compassion on, and Rinsola you are hereby sentenced to My grace and mercy. I would not want to see you here again, but never fail to remember that my grace is sufficient for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rinsola:&lt;/span&gt; DUMBFOUNDED! Are You saying You are letting me go just like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jesus:&lt;/span&gt; He's the Judge remember? His word seals it all. But remember that Prov 28:13 (NIV) He who conceals his sins does not prosper, but whoever confesses and renounces them finds mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I'm not encouraging us to keep doing the wrong things all the time and asking God for His mercy, but i want us to realize that, while we are yet on this earth, sin sure would be lurking around. Romans 3 vs 10 &amp;amp; 23....... Meaning we all cannot live up to God's perfect way But we would have to deal with God's discipline for messing up.&lt;br /&gt;Rinsola is a testimony of God's never ending grace and mercy. His grace is unlimited and forever, But His mercy is vast, yet limited.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful to God today for His grace and mercy, and i desire and pray that it's not exhausted over my life. I hope you all experience His mercy and grace in your lives. &lt;em&gt;HAPPY NEW MONTH EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-2306569243564634018?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/2306569243564634018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=2306569243564634018&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/2306569243564634018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/2306569243564634018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/08/6-days-to-my-birthday.html' title='6 days to my birthday'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RrAfCmrwBuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5ebbcfHehOI/s72-c/mercyandgracepiece%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-2554379118323386397</id><published>2007-07-31T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T15:47:09.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of the month</title><content type='html'>Waoh, seemed like i said happy new month yesterday before i went to bed, and waking up to the last day of the month today. Thank God i'm alive today and in good health, and yeah i had  &lt;a href="http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/07/his-peace.html"&gt;His peace&lt;/a&gt; this month.&lt;br /&gt;So i spent the better part of yesterday moving out of my apartment. When i was done, i looked at my wristwatch and it was 1:06am. Are u serious? so i spent 7hours moving? okay, my friends were around to help me move, so it wasn't moving alone we did during those 7hours. Funny thing is i'm having an exam tomorrow; so why are you blogging, is that the question? Well, i'v been studying all day, and needed a break so i decided to post up something, and after this i'm off to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;Nywayz, this is the last day of the month of july, and in a couple of hours it would be the month of August. Yet another new month, and also the month i was born; precisely the 7th day of the eighth month. And we all know 7 is a unique and special number right? So it's going to be a countdown to my birthday with thanks to God for all He's ever been to me, and all He's ever done in my life. Hope you join me in saying Thank God for yet another life been spared. Have a great day, and should i say have a fufilled rest of the month? Take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-2554379118323386397?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/2554379118323386397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=2554379118323386397&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/2554379118323386397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/2554379118323386397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-day-of-month.html' title='Last day of the month'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-883891512272815241</id><published>2007-07-25T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T12:43:12.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maka why??????????</title><content type='html'>This is not funny, next thing you know the negative attention on Nigerians would be overly exaggerated. Read this &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070725/ap_on_re_us/student_threat_charges;_ylt=Anq9jCTvcxAVBFJlrcoyyiVI2ocA"&gt;developing story&lt;/a&gt; on yahoo news this morning, and it's getting to be the talk of the town now. Got to class this morning and my professor starts a topic with it. I kept quiet 'cos ko ti e funny at all. Imagine, depositing $50,000 in his paypal account within 7 days or else another massacre of innocent lives? Why is a 22 year old student asking for $50,000 in his paypal account? Is the money from his parents (dats if they'r siphoning money o), or what deal did he strike to require that much money? or was it for his tution, or is it pharmaceutical money (u know what i mean by pharmaceutical money,right?), or did he sell his fathers' house and wants part of the money, or is it.................................... i donno, all these questions play is my head (What's my business sef? i honestly donno). But this news sent chills down my spine. Why must people either threaten evil or be copycats of evil? I'm having a playback of the Virginatech massacre in my head, and i remember not checking my mails directly thru yahoo, 'cos the homepage had this angry killers' face on it, or am i the only one who thought that guys' look was quite scary?!!!!!!. &lt;br /&gt;    Nywayz, not happy this person turned out to be a Nigerian, but happy he was arrested before his deed would have been done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-883891512272815241?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/883891512272815241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=883891512272815241&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/883891512272815241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/883891512272815241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/07/maka-why.html' title='Maka why??????????'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-5504407635078111780</id><published>2007-07-20T04:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T05:36:14.605-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact'/><title type='text'>And it poured</title><content type='html'>.................... So it's been a while, since i last updated. Nywayz, it's been drizzling, raining and pouring at my end for the past three days, but in a weird way. This minute the sun is really out and it's so hot, next minute it starts raining heavily from nowhere, next second it stops abruptly, and next second the sun is shinning (In Nigeria, i remember being told when it drizzles or rains and the sun is out and a cub is being born.... who would ever know if it's true or not?). Nywayz, 'cos of the temperature down here, you just have to wind down your window a little, to let in some air. So yours' truly did just that, and after getting busy with stuffs in the kitchen, i totally forgot to check what was going on with the weather, and slept off till the next day. Getting all into my conversation on the phone, i stepped out for a ride, only for me to sit down in the car and my butt was wet. WHAT??????????, as it was dawning on me that the rain got into my car, i started sniffing around like a dog (seems like my sense of smell wasn't so effective that minute, as in i would have smelt that before i sat down, right?).&lt;br /&gt;    So, the driver and the front passengers seat was officially soaked for the day. How about going back in to change pants and get two bath towels to place on the sit 'cos my day must go on, right?.  So after thinking if to or if not to, i was left with no choice than to wind up when i got to my destination. An hour 15minutes when i got back into the car, i had to take off my glasses 'cos i had steam all over the lens, as in was my car quietly on fire or what? maybe if i wore contacts that day it would have melted sef, not exaggerating but it was steamy and hot in there, and i was scared for like 2minutes, till i found out that everything was in check. The steam was due to the high temperature  outside, and wet car seat. But thank God i was able to fix the problem.  So me butt is back on me sit, and me car is back on the road. No smell, and no steam!................I hope you all have a great weekend free of wet smell (is there anything called wet smell? nywayz, it's all 'bout the idea).  Take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-5504407635078111780?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/5504407635078111780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=5504407635078111780&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/5504407635078111780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/5504407635078111780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-it-poured.html' title='And it poured'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-6340121986946282594</id><published>2007-07-03T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T12:04:24.342-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact'/><title type='text'>His peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/Rop9ly2lEGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WX2820OQOyU/s1600-h/nauset-tranquility[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083013217700352098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/Rop9ly2lEGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WX2820OQOyU/s320/nauset-tranquility%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His peace i call His love,&lt;br /&gt;His peace makes the troubled hearts still,&lt;br /&gt;His peace is when i look at the skies and see the clouds move slowly,&lt;br /&gt;His peace is what i see in the morning as the sun rises,&lt;br /&gt;His peace is when i look at the skies before bedtime, and see the sunset&lt;br /&gt;His peace is the rainbow i see after the rain,&lt;br /&gt;His peace is the warmth i feel around waterfalls.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever looked up at the skies when it thunders? Thats His peace i see&lt;br /&gt;His peace is His word to me, either when i read it or speak it&lt;br /&gt;His peace is stability and permanence&lt;br /&gt;Can you Imagine God being anxious?&lt;br /&gt;No, and thats 'cos His peace is not ruffled by dissappointment or tribulation.&lt;br /&gt;Common, He's got the whole goverment upon His shoulders.......and ONLY peace can do that&lt;br /&gt;And His peace which passeth ALL understanding, shall from this day forth rest upon Us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God for yet another new month. May God perfect everything that has got to do with us this month and time to come. Just wanted to say Happy new month to everyone who stops by. I personally ask God for His peace over every aspect of our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a fufilled week everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-6340121986946282594?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/6340121986946282594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=6340121986946282594&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/6340121986946282594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/6340121986946282594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/07/his-peace.html' title='His peace'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/Rop9ly2lEGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WX2820OQOyU/s72-c/nauset-tranquility%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-1688154401490682052</id><published>2007-06-29T06:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T09:26:22.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession'/><title type='text'>The way i'm feeling</title><content type='html'>So it's been a week since i promised the gist on my friend and i. I'm sorry I can't put it up now, each time i try, all i do is think and think, and i must confess sometimes i cry.&lt;br /&gt;God, can i ask you why it hurts so bad? can i ask why me? can i ask, if i deserved it? can i ask why now?&lt;br /&gt;Nywayz, when i'm strong enough to put it up, i sure would, and trust me, we'ld all learn a thing or two from it. I do hope you all understand though.&lt;br /&gt;.........................................................................................I feel like confessing right now.........&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what my future holds anymore, but I confess i know Who designed my future.&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder what my life would be 5 years from now, 'cos deep within a whole lot goes&lt;br /&gt;on, and truth is i can't speak of it, 'cos i feel i'm doubting God, But i confess i strongly believe in God and the power of His might.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so very scared of what i don't know, but I confess i'm not scared of Who knows what i don't&lt;br /&gt;know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a stage where i feel like my life is stagnant, but I confess i know the owner of my life isn't stagnant but at work.&lt;br /&gt;I sit and talk to myself and tell myself, it seems you just listen to the word, but don't live by the&lt;br /&gt;word, But i confess i need Dads' help ever more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;I love to encourage people when they're down and discouraged, But i confess i'm in a phase where i want Dad to encourage me Himself.&lt;br /&gt;I know the power of our thoughts, and words and i watch my words concerning me carefully, and i'm scared of my thoughts sometimes, But i confess i know the thoughts of God towards me are of good to bring me to an expected end.&lt;br /&gt;I'm yearning and crying for joy to gush into my life without stop, But i confess i know God knows that.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the most ungrateful being on earth right now 'cos I have life, 'cos i'm in good health, 'cos i have a place to lay my head, 'cos i have food to eat, 'cos i have money to my name, 'cos i have a job, 'cos i have an education, 'cos i have a car, 'cos i have a family, 'cos i can see, think, walk and talk, and some are out there who don't have anything but are greatful for just the life they have, yet in all i'm here acting and thinking like i don't know what the Creator of the universe is capable of.&lt;br /&gt;God, i'm so sorry for being ungrateful but DAD, I CAN'T HELP ME, I confess i need help to go thru this phase of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great and fufilled weekend everyone, and please don't be like me. Stop and look for something to thank God for, 'cos He sure deserves to be thanked anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-1688154401490682052?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/1688154401490682052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=1688154401490682052&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/1688154401490682052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/1688154401490682052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/06/way-im-feeling.html' title='The way i&apos;m feeling'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-2474472179216241211</id><published>2007-06-22T03:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T03:34:00.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Minus a friend</title><content type='html'>Going thru a phase in my life now, where i feel most people have been before. Hurt by a friend. It's been such a low point in my life, and i feel like a fool. Imagine not speaking to someone you're used to speaking with every now and then. It sure feels awkard when i pick up my phone and see her name but can't dial her number. I'm really hurt, but i guess it's something i have to deal with the way i know best.&lt;br /&gt;    Going thru this phase, i've come to learn that irrespective of whatever happened and to whom it happened with,  i have to forgive and forge ahead; but she's not making it any easier (Would talk about it in my next post).&lt;br /&gt; I've come to learn that Forgiveness is Letting go of the hurt and pain, without any resentment and letting nature take its course in forgetting. I'm ready to move on, but i can't forget the whole situation just like that. I sincerely need God's help like right now. Have a great weekend everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-2474472179216241211?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/2474472179216241211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=2474472179216241211&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/2474472179216241211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/2474472179216241211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/06/minus-friend.html' title='Minus a friend'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-2461815499671863265</id><published>2007-06-19T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:07:47.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Meme Stealing</title><content type='html'>I stole this from FG's page.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I am...:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so blessed but i don't think i appreciate it enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My ex-boyfriend was...:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;not bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Maybe I should....:&lt;/span&gt; become an engineer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I love....:&lt;/span&gt; to drink garri alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I don't understand....:&lt;/span&gt; why my friends are not closeby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I lost my....:&lt;/span&gt; camera at the airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My current boyfriend is....:&lt;/span&gt; my fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;People say I'm...:&lt;/span&gt; too soft &amp; weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Love is....: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;powerful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Somewhere, someone is....: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;born &amp;amp; dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I will always...: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;............. i donnow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Forever is....: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I never want to...: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;die unfufilled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I think the current President is....: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i honestly donnow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;When I wake up in the morning, I....:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;look at my cell phone first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Life is full of...: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My past is incredibly...: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;amusing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I get annoyed when...: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;people misunderstand me, and when things don't work out as i hope it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Parties are for...: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I wish...: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;all my dreams will come true now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tommorrow I'm going to...: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;finish up my laundry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I really want some....: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;level of fufillment in all areas of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I have low tolerance for people who....:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;are stingy &amp;amp; pretencious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;If I had a million dollars...: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i would honestly pay my tithe first,............... splurge a little, then buy myself a comfy pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;These meme's sure does make one think .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-2461815499671863265?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/2461815499671863265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=2461815499671863265&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/2461815499671863265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/2461815499671863265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/06/meme-stealing.html' title='Meme Stealing'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-1792552812610482167</id><published>2007-06-17T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:45:44.029-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fathers&apos; day'/><title type='text'>HaPpY FaThErS' DaY!</title><content type='html'>Happy Fathers' day to all the fathers, and fathers' to be. I pray that God grants you all the wisdom and strength to bring up your children in ways that would make you all proud, and i hope you all witness many more of this day with great health, and joy. HAPPY FATHERS' DAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-1792552812610482167?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/1792552812610482167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=1792552812610482167&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/1792552812610482167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/1792552812610482167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='HaPpY FaThErS&apos; DaY!'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-1978854856187788189</id><published>2007-06-15T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T02:18:42.864-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puff-puff'/><title type='text'>My puff puff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RnI3MAZd12I/AAAAAAAAAAo/yLY-tJ-pP7k/s1600-h/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076180409404741474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RnI3MAZd12I/AAAAAAAAAAo/yLY-tJ-pP7k/s320/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RnI27QZd11I/AAAAAAAAAAg/k-3d0Sp5GzA/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076180121641932626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RnI27QZd11I/AAAAAAAAAAg/k-3d0Sp5GzA/s320/DSC00219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank God it's friday. I wasn't able to post up anything yesterday 'cos yours' truly has been apartment hunting. My lease expires July 31st, and i can't seem to get anywhere nice enough(when i say nice enuff, i mean a comfortable and quiet area). I'm scared 'cos i have only four more months to stay in this school, and i'm done, but what if i'm not able to find anyone to sublease the place to when i'm leaving, what would i do? meaning i would have to pay the rent for a place i'm not going to be staying over at, and thats not wise enuff for my pocket. I've made all the possible calls i can, and i hope someone gives me a positive response when they call.&lt;br /&gt;So i finally made my puff-puff yesterday, but wasn't able to put up the result of the experiment. It's an experiment 'cos this is my first time of trying it out. It turned out good for me, and tasted just like the ones i always had from the woman who sells it on Opebi roundabout. But i must confess hers' tastes way better than mine, i guess 'cos she's a pro already, but not too worry i'ld turn out better in my puff-puff making skills pretty soon, and would let you all know how it goes. Who knows, maybe this is the beginning of Rinsi's finger foods (first naija food mogul!), i sabi dream abi? don't laugh at me, 'cos u just never know. Nywayz, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2ndcorin5v17.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dscribe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, this is the recipe and the how to&lt;br /&gt;Flour&lt;br /&gt;Sugar&lt;br /&gt;Yeast&lt;br /&gt;Vegetable Oil&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;Pour some flour and sugar into a bowl, mix with your hands till you get a smooth feel, then run lukewarm water from your faucet into a teacup or a smaller cup or bowl. Pour the yeast into the water and cover for five minutes. Pour the yeast into the flour and sugar and add some more water. Make sure the mixture isn't too thick or watery, it should be inbetween. Cover and store in a cool dry place preferably in the oven for two-three hours so it rises. Then heat up some vegetable oil, and squeeze out some of the flour mixture with your hands into the oil. You should check with a fork to see if it's ready, and if it is ready the fork should come out clean, and bam you have your puff-puff ready. I added some chicken wings, and buttermilk ranch to fill up the plate and make it look more welcoming. (Put in mind that different people make it in different ways and still come out with the same result). Okay peoples' thats about it for now, so make sure you all have a great weekend by making some puff puff.&lt;/em&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/4016610925286709326-1978854856187788189?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/1978854856187788189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=1978854856187788189&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/1978854856187788189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/1978854856187788189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-puff-puff.html' title='My puff puff.'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/RnI3MAZd12I/AAAAAAAAAAo/yLY-tJ-pP7k/s72-c/DSC00235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-1915927384867671510</id><published>2007-06-13T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T07:39:23.014-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact'/><title type='text'>I'm bored!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been in a situation where all you just want to do is either lay in bed and sleep without any phone call, or disturbance of any sort? Well, that's how i felt towards the end of yesterday. I picked up a book to read, but all i did was stare at page 46 without flipping past the page, but think, think, think, and worry on what i sure could do nothing about. I ended up watching a couple of movies and thank God for Naija blogville, i felt much better after stopping by a couple of blogs, and that reminds me; I'm sooooooooooooooo loving blogidol, it's too early to say who my favourite blogidol is, but let's keep listening and voting. Wish all ye contestants the best, have fun singing and make sure you all sing your hearts out, okay? I owe the best blogidol my vote.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a mission to learn how to make meat-pies and puff puff, today would be for the puff puff and friday would be for the meatpie, so wish me luck. I pray it turns out well, it would cut costs if i ever have any hosting to do, or what do you all think? or am i being too Ijebuish? (You know it's needed sometimes) Okay peoples' take care of yourselves and have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-1915927384867671510?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/1915927384867671510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=1915927384867671510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/1915927384867671510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/1915927384867671510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m bored!'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-7758099947799914444</id><published>2007-06-12T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T07:40:12.524-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact'/><title type='text'>Flashback........</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For some reason i was able to remember that today makes it 14 years that the M.K.O PDP election results was/were annulled due to what only God knows. Flashback to that day; I was scared and i thot the gunshots were that from robbers. I remember i was home for the holidays, and was over at my aunt Dunni's house for her birthday party, and all we could hear then were gunshots, i remember vividly when my aunts' husband was no where to be found and i cant remember there been cell phones then, so there was no way she could get intouch with him. My aunt was scared stiff, and her eyes were red (still believed she was crying, but she said she didn't cry), only for her house help to say "Boda Akin lo gbe awon ara ibise won ni, won ni kin so fun yin, sugbon mo'n fo abo lowo ni" Transalation: "Brother Akin told me to tell you, but i forgot 'cos i was washing the dishes". So today is my aunt Dunni's birthday, i decided to send her a text message at exactly 12am and remind her about the happenings of 14 years ago. Thank God for sparing our lives, but fourteen years after, i look back at what Nigeria has been thru and what we've achieved as a nation, and all i can say is IT IS WELL, and I BELIEVE WE'LD GET THERE SOMEDAY.&lt;br /&gt;So have you all seen this new show "Hells Kitchen"? So Eddie (the smallest of the guys) was eliminated yesterday, and to make matters worse, the Host of the show insulted him off the show, as if being challenged was not enough for him, i felt that was sooooo rude, and so uncalled for. Guess what? Yours truly started crying, Imagine! (I got so much tears to let go, abi?). I didn't think it was neccessary to be insulted that way, or am i being too senisitive or what? Maybe if you watched the show, you would understand better. Nywayz peoples' have a blessed day.&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/4016610925286709326-7758099947799914444?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/7758099947799914444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=7758099947799914444&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/7758099947799914444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/7758099947799914444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/06/flashback.html' title='Flashback........'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-2899933201903178216</id><published>2007-06-11T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T07:41:14.739-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact'/><title type='text'>A day at a time</title><content type='html'>It's 15mins past the new day, and i'm still much awake. Funny thing is; i really want to get some sleep, but i've got a whole lot on my mind, but since i'm new to blogville, i'ld carefully climb those stairs, and live by the words that say "Slow and steady". I'ld be taking it a day at a time, and would let you all in to my daily lessons, which sure is part of my life. Have a great day y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-2899933201903178216?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/2899933201903178216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=2899933201903178216&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/2899933201903178216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/2899933201903178216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-at-time.html' title='A day at a time'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016610925286709326.post-7354206549627287044</id><published>2007-06-10T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T07:42:05.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning</title><content type='html'>My first blog/post. Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee show me some love and support. Have a great week people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016610925286709326-7354206549627287044?l=rinsola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/feeds/7354206549627287044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4016610925286709326&amp;postID=7354206549627287044&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/7354206549627287044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016610925286709326/posts/default/7354206549627287044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinsola.blogspot.com/2007/06/beginning.html' title='The beginning'/><author><name>Rinsola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16798177000810486999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u94idcOpkBE/ShDWm5O4tLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0xPlPtSSLsE/S220/DSC09960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
