<?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-7494396084782152313</id><updated>2011-10-20T21:47:17.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je m'appelle Alaina</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-6693720318654979659</id><published>2011-10-20T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T21:47:17.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Unless the Lord had given me help, I would have soon dwelt in the silence of death." -Psalm 94:17</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Seven months later, and the lesson finally sinks in. How quickly can one get pulled into the depths by something (or someone) disguised in sheep's clothing. &lt;/span&gt;I am so grateful that I am no longer in the position to wear that yoke, and I pray for the one who fills it.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Although it may have destroyed me, I am so thankful for what the Lord did. He loves me enough to pull me out of the pit. Only when one experiences true brokenness can one be rebuilt into His image. Praise the Lord for restoration! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-6693720318654979659?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6693720318654979659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2011/10/unless-lord-had-given-me-help-i-would.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/6693720318654979659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/6693720318654979659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2011/10/unless-lord-had-given-me-help-i-would.html' title='&quot;Unless the Lord had given me help, I would have soon dwelt in the silence of death.&quot; -Psalm 94:17'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-4395721467210376795</id><published>2011-09-12T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T00:39:19.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Fyodor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif, Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;"A man who lies to himself, and believes his own lies, becomes unable to recognize truth, either in himself or in anyone else, and he ends up losing respect for himself and for others. When he has no respect for anyone, he can no longer love, and in him, he yields to his impulses, indulges in the lowest form of pleasure, and behaves in the end like an animal in satisfying his vices. And it all comes from lying--to others and to yourself." -Mr. Dostoevsky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-4395721467210376795?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/4395721467210376795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-fyodor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/4395721467210376795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/4395721467210376795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-fyodor.html' title='Oh Fyodor...'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-8435362431734835749</id><published>2011-09-11T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:33:12.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Link to our Indonesia Blog</title><content type='html'>Oh Hello.&lt;div&gt;This time I have an excuse for the neglect, dear blog. I recently ventured on a trip to Indonesia, once again, through S.E.N.D. Ministries. Being one of the team leaders (shout out to Mark Thompson), I was responsible for the team blog. You can read about our trip &lt;a href="http://www.teamindonesia2011.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Or, if you rather watch our update video, please enjoy it &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/llB32Tb5GEA"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-8435362431734835749?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8435362431734835749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2011/09/link-to-our-indonesia-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/8435362431734835749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/8435362431734835749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2011/09/link-to-our-indonesia-blog.html' title='Link to our Indonesia Blog'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-6793318470385382545</id><published>2011-04-26T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T10:24:56.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh, that I had wings like a dove! I would fly and be at rest."</title><content type='html'>Hello again my dear friends. I don't know where to begin. Welcome to the chaos my own inconsistency has caused in this world of "blogging." In this past month and a half, God has rocked my world to say the very least. I have been standing on an unstable cliff side, terrified of falling, with closed eyes,wishing I was anywhere but on that edge. Or perhaps I've stepped out of my boat and began my walk on the changing waters. I prayed for the cliff side to be turned into a plain, for the water to become solid ground. Yet I chose that cliff, the cliff was just not ready to support me. I stood in a position that took faith to reach, yet my faith was too weak to sustain me. Fear rose up from the depths, the cliff side crumbled, and I began to sink. But being as faithful and gracious as our Lord is, He caught me in his wind. He reached out in compassion and pulled me to meet His face. And in that encounter, is where you meet me now. Staring boldly into the eyes of my Creator, seeing everything He sees for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that, I would like to share with you what that next step is going to be. As you know, I am leading a team to Indonesia this summer for approx. three weeks. The Lord has been pouring out vision and divine appointments, now all we need is a team and the finances to go! But that is not the main reason I am writing you. I am writing to announce that upon my return to the states, I will begin the process of moving out to Decatur,Texas indefinitely alongside my sister Ashley and her husband Beto to serve the community,the church, and my family. My home church, Central Fellowship, has graciously offered my the position as their "in house missionary" and will continue to support me financially. There, I will be filling various needs as the Lords leads. As of now, I will be conducting all of the short-term missions under the covering of S.E.N.D. ministries, assisting in directing the Children's ministry, aiding the birth of a Christian coffee shop, organizing music events for said coffee shop, assisting in worship, and lifting up the arms of those involved in the youth ministry. God has equipped me in the last few seasons in so many different ways. I have been in a sponge-like state, soaking in all the experience and lessons put in front of me. Now, I am entering into a season of out pour. The Lord has asked me to take on the role of Joshua as he stood on the front lines, laying his life down first for the people around him. Not in a physical sense, but in a spiritual one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is where you meet me, what His eyes have shown me. I am terrified and ecstatic simultaneously. Praise the Lord for finally reuniting my family! Pray that I may walk boldly in my calling and not begin to sink once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UxaYOFpm9Ro/Tbb9TmTatlI/AAAAAAAAAHM/yrqqEYDXGKM/s1600/93912117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599941699823122002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UxaYOFpm9Ro/Tbb9TmTatlI/AAAAAAAAAHM/yrqqEYDXGKM/s320/93912117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-6793318470385382545?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6793318470385382545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-that-i-had-wings-like-dove-i-would.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/6793318470385382545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/6793318470385382545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-that-i-had-wings-like-dove-i-would.html' title='&quot;Oh, that I had wings like a dove! I would fly and be at rest.&quot;'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UxaYOFpm9Ro/Tbb9TmTatlI/AAAAAAAAAHM/yrqqEYDXGKM/s72-c/93912117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-8691088479840611769</id><published>2011-02-24T13:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T13:16:04.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indonesia Developments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A week or so ago, my friend Matt was telling me and my boyfriend about a couple of fellas he met at a coffee shop that he wanted us to meet. He spoke of their love for Christ, surrendered lifestyles, and their passion. We then ventured to a nearby coffee shop to read and study the word when lo and behold, the objects of our previous ( positive:) ) gossip were also there. One of them in particular, Joseph explained how he had completed the YWAM program in Australia and recently returned from a mission to Indonesia, specifically, Bali. Immediately, my ears perked up. S.E.N.D. ministries has been praying about going to Indonesia and recently made a solid contact at an orphanage there. I had been seeking clear confirmation My questions began spilling out. Turns out, he was serving at that VERY SAME orphanage and was best friends with not only the contact out there, but with the boyfriend of the girl that let my last trip to Central America. What a small world! Or rather, what a big God! I've been seeing more and more confirmation from God on the trip to Indonesia. I've been in contact with the missionary there and should be setting dates for this summer sometime around next week! Thanks for the prayers! If anyone is interested in going, let me know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eastbalipovertyproject.org/wp-content/gallery/before-during-after-education/education1-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 361px;" src="http://eastbalipovertyproject.org/wp-content/gallery/before-during-after-education/education1-l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7494396084782152313-8691088479840611769?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8691088479840611769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2011/02/indonesia-developments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/8691088479840611769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/8691088479840611769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2011/02/indonesia-developments.html' title='Indonesia Developments'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-5861294005129316615</id><published>2011-02-15T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:50:13.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Rooftops</title><content type='html'>Can I just say that we serve an incredible God? Sometimes we may get caught up in the monotony of life and forget how vast, high, and deep his unconditional love really is. No shadow lurks in him, no blemish, no malice. Being part of an imperfect world tends to hinder my mind from wrapping around the concept of a perfect God. But oh how perfect he is. How gracious he is to gently remind us of his love. How in moments of doubt, he will place our hand in his side to see and know of his goodness. I just wanted to shout it from the rooftops. And considering my rooftop could cave in if I set foot on it, or the fact that I could get arrested for such an act, I'll settle for proclaiming it on my much-neglected blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The LORD liveth, and blessed be the Rock, let the God of my salvation be&lt;br /&gt;exalted!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-5861294005129316615?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5861294005129316615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2011/02/from-rooftops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/5861294005129316615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/5861294005129316615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2011/02/from-rooftops.html' title='From the Rooftops'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-8849085169760519846</id><published>2010-11-09T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:21:54.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig.</title><content type='html'>Well Folks, I have returned to the United States.&lt;div&gt;After fitting us  and all our bags on two chicken buses, spending the night in the  airport, almost missing our connecting flight, and losing our cajon, we  made it! However, our mission is anything but finished. Upon arrival, we  were blessed with four glorious days of rest until we were sent out yet  again for a promotional trip. Which is why I am now writing you from a  living room in Decatur,TX with only three of my teammates surrounding  me. The other portion of my team is promoting S.E.N.D. in the San Diego  area and sharing the great things the Lord has done in Central America  with the homies out there. Although attempting to fit 9 people in our  little Civic would have been a difficult task, I feel a little lonely  without the rest of the gang. I am looking forward to our sweet reunion  in 13 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, the reason I am writing is  not to share about the travels home or about our promotional trip  (which, by the way, has been awesome!). I am writing to make, yet again,  an "official announcement." I think I like doing such things here on my blog because it gives off the whole "press release" feel,  making me feel important. Anyway, my announcement it this: I am selling  everything and donating my kidney to S.E.N.D. ministries. No, No, its a  terrible joke. S.E.N.D. wouldn't know what to do with a kidney. In all  seriousness, my commitment to S.E.N.D. has taken a new, exciting, turn.   This next year I have been given the privilege of creating vision, and  laying the foundation for a new short-term missions program. I am so  excited to create a pathway for those who wish to get their feet wet in  missions. I have come to discover that most life-long missionaries felt  the initial tug to long term missions on their very first short-term  trip. It just proves that those who get a taste of the abundant life are  always left thirsting for more! Just the thought of God using me to  create such an opportunity, one that can create ripples for years to  come, overwhelms me with excitement! We are looking to send out two  2-week teams and Lord willing, I would love to send a 1 month team.  Nothing is set in stone at the moment, but I will update you as God's  vision comes to fruition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With such a big task left in my  hands, comes a big need for prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please pray  for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Vision for the program&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-God's favor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-That  we may be attentive to God's voice and desires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Wisdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Team  members!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Financial provision (three trips can definitely add  up!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you so much for  walking alongside me in my adventures thus far, cheering me on. You  have followed me through Mexico, Ecuador, Israel, Turkey, Belize,  Guatemala, Honduras, El Salvador, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, and Panama.  Now, I press on to new and exciting things and I hope that you will  press on with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-8849085169760519846?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8849085169760519846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2010/11/home-again-home-again-jiggity-jig_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/8849085169760519846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/8849085169760519846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2010/11/home-again-home-again-jiggity-jig_09.html' title='Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig.'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-2623548792022703072</id><published>2010-11-09T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:17:21.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciao</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice knowing you Central America, I'm sure we will see each other again.&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-2623548792022703072?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2623548792022703072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2010/11/home-again-home-again-jiggity-jig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/2623548792022703072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/2623548792022703072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2010/11/home-again-home-again-jiggity-jig.html' title='Ciao'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-818505755866290808</id><published>2010-10-16T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T08:31:11.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesson in Compassion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Hello all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I’m so sorry for my lack of contact in the last month. We have been in areas with very limited internet access so in order to not overwhelm you with an extensive update on every nation, I will focus on the ministries in Guatemala and Honduras for today. The ministries in both countries were completely different and brought about different challenges for me personally as well as the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Guatemala:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Stepping into Guatemala, we had no idea what to really expect in terms of culture  and the language barrier. Although the Pastor there did not speak English, through God’s Grace, we were able to communicate in some way or another. My favorite time of ministry took place in a little village on the outskirts of Guatemala City called Santa Lucia. Each time we drove from the bustling, loud streets of Guatemala city into the dirt roads filled with barefoot children and women carrying baskets on their heads, I was amazed at how dramatically the level of poverty changed. Most of the children, although they are only a 20 minute drive from the city, have never left their village. Yet despite their lack of basic necessities, their faces are filled with joy and laughter. Our mission there was to cook and serve food to 50+ children ranging from 1-10 years old who otherwise, wouldn’t have a hot meal. As we pulled up to the woman’s house where it was taking place, we heard the welcoming calls of children yelling, “gringos!” Meaning, “the white people!”  While the girls helped cook, the men were assisting the pastor in building the future school house, clinic, soup kitchen, and church for the children. There is nothing like experiencing God’s heart and being a part of the provision for His children. The Guatemalan people are welcoming, warm, and almost generous to a fault. Communicating may have been difficult, but there was a mutual bond through Christ’s love that was undeniable. It was a blessing to stand along side the believers there and encourage them in their pioneering work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Honduras: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I never expected in my life to be doing ministry somewhere as beautiful and Roatan Island off the coast of Honduras. Its hard to feel like you’re doing mission work when you are living in what appears to be paradise. We quickly saw the broken down side of this so called “paradise” through our various ministries. Drug and alcohol abuse consume the island and hopelessness fills the eyes of the people. There is a huge conflict between the latin and black community that make up the locals on the island. In one of the communities, we were able to build a house for a single mother named Esmerelda and minister to the people in the surrounding houses. Esmerelda’s story is one of a broken childhood in which her mother would leave her and her sisters locked in a room with nothing but a bag of sugar and a jug of water while she disappeared for weeks. However, when she tells her story, she does not focus on the hard times she had growing up, but on God’s saving grace and how thankful she is for saving her and her son. She has dedicated her life to His ministry by translating for the church and putting her hands to any work that is needed. It was such an encouragement to see her evangelical heart and willingness to serve. Building her a home was the least we could do for her and her son. Our time there was filled with beautiful adventures and incredible ministry opportunities. In summation, through God’s grace, we helped build two houses, evangelized the streets, ran four church services, prayed over a new church, and even saw four people come to faith! God is so good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;It is incredible how much God can do in just two weeks in a nation. We serve a great God. If there’s one thing I gleaned about God’s character from Guatemala and Honduras, it is his abundant compassion for His children. When they cry out to Him, He is faithful to answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;As we press in to our last leg of the trip, we ask for prayer. Pray for the people we have left in countries behind us that God may continue to work in their lives and that they may draw ever nearer to Him. Pray for the people here in Costa Rica, that they may experience God through us and come to a deeper understanding of His greatness. Pray for those ahead of us that their hearts may be softened so they may receive our message of God’s Grace. If there is any impression we wish to leave these countries with, it is that of a team covered in prayer and led by the Holy Spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Prayer Requests for the Team:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;-Continued unity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;-Boldness to proclaim God’s message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;-A continued leading of the Holy Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;-Finances: we are still in need of money to enter into Panama and for our promotional trip back in the states when we return. If you would like to donate, you may do so via pay-pal at &lt;a href="http://www.sendministries.com"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px color: #000099"&gt;www.sendministries.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or you may send checks to Send Ministries at 885 Vista Way Vista, Ca 92084.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Thank you so much for your continued support! I am excited to see you again soon. May God bless you even more abundantly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;In Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Alaina Henderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-818505755866290808?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/818505755866290808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2010/10/lesson-in-compassion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/818505755866290808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/818505755866290808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2010/10/lesson-in-compassion.html' title='A Lesson in Compassion'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-4124144825244204352</id><published>2010-08-17T19:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T19:49:59.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belize in Summary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;As my time in Belize has come to an end, my time for processing the work has begun. I can't even begin to tell you all the things the Lord did in me and those around me. My heart broke when I heard the common thread of abuse, neglect, and violence that ran through the peoples lives. Many felt they were past forgiveness, that they were forgotten, and that God could never father them. Our times of ministry were difficult because in order to let God uproot them from their lifestyle, we had to penetrate past the walls they have built up around themselves.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The first and second week, we spent our time cleaning,painting, and serving at Calvary Chapel Port Loyola. We focused most of our attention on the children and young adults that made up the congregation. Games like "duck-duck- goose", "red light-green light", soccer, basketball, volleyball and any other type of game they could tease us unskilled Americans about became a common occurrence. We also spent a lot of our time walking the streets evangelizing, praying, and inviting people to church. Everyone was very receptive of the message we presented, however, most of them already claimed to be Christians (although their lifestyle didn't reflect it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The last week, we spent our time out in the "bush" which is another word for the jungle or wilderness for a bible boot camp. The ages ranged between 14-21 and most were kids who were hungry to learn more about the Word. We all attended an Inductive Bible study class and a course through Judges. At the end of each night we split off into devotional groups in which each one of us on our team lead a discussion on the lessons learned throughout the day. My group consisted of four girls named Sheena, Melissa, Ilka, and Ruth. Each young woman possessed a gentle spirit that is quite unusual to come across in Belize. They were all passionate about the lessons learned and had a fervent desire to keep growing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The goodbyes said were ones full of tears and wishes exchanged to see each other again. I left a little of my heart with them there. Pieces of my heart are spread out in so many different nations, I thank God that he keeps giving me more to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72h-fD50_AI/TGtJaOY0cSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RTtGW9_GUmU/s1600/IMG_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72h-fD50_AI/TGtJaOY0cSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RTtGW9_GUmU/s320/IMG_0636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506575684278186274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72h-fD50_AI/TGtJZ-vWNlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/pMK8vtWC1Vo/s1600/DSCF0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72h-fD50_AI/TGtJZ-vWNlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/pMK8vtWC1Vo/s320/DSCF0122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506575680077706834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72h-fD50_AI/TGtJZbdCrUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BisLUQaaXaw/s1600/DSCF0082.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72h-fD50_AI/TGtJZbdCrUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BisLUQaaXaw/s320/DSCF0082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506575670605688130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-4124144825244204352?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/4124144825244204352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2010/08/belize-in-summary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/4124144825244204352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/4124144825244204352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2010/08/belize-in-summary.html' title='Belize in Summary'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72h-fD50_AI/TGtJaOY0cSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RTtGW9_GUmU/s72-c/IMG_0636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-6316219621373648764</id><published>2010-07-25T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T01:32:54.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Glance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hello once again. I think it would be an understatement to say that i need to be more self-disciplined in this whole "blogging" thing. Life just happens so quickly, and in order for me to present all the glorious details to you, i need sufficient time and a speedy internet connection. Excuses aside, I am glad to finally be writing you from the mission field once again. This time last year I was sweating in Israel, and now, I am sweating in Belize. Why the Lord keeps sending me to sweaty places, i'll never know. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The last week or so has been jam-packed with testing of faith, beautiful scenery, smiling children, crowded vans, and plenty of mosquito bites. As a team, we have been serving along side Pastor Joel at Calvary Chapel Port Loyola here in Belize city. Upon arriving, Joel welcomed us warmly by letting us know we will be serving at his church which is located on the worst street, in the worst area, of the worst city, with the highest murder rate per capita in the world. Pretty comforting, right? Although statistics state this gruesome truth, we haven't felt fearful living here at all. In fact, we even did some "door-to-door" evangelism in the area. As we walked the streets with our bibles in hand, we saw a glimpse of what sin has done to the lives of the people here. Mothers are living in tin shacks with eight children from six different fathers, children are being forced out of their innocence, incest and rape are common occurrences, and drug abuse is a leisurely activity. What's worse, is that most of the people here claim to be Christians. The enemy has full control of their minds and the people see no way out because they believe this is what life has to offer. Confusion has fallen thickly on the land, and the people cant find their way out. Where are the mighty men of valor? Where are the women of Proverbs 31? Where is the meaning in child-like faith if there are no innocent children to observe? How do you minister to people who claim to already believe? These are just some of the questions echoing in my mind as I live each day here. Satan has torn down any stability and rebuilt the family structure weak and contorted. It hasn't gone unseen by the Lord. His heart breaks for this place, or else he wouldn't send people to be light in the darkness. He is wanting to pick them up and wash the filth of their fathers off of them. So pray. Pray that the people may see their worth and not settle any longer. Pray that the mighty men may be awakened. Pray that the women would give themselves to the Lord before any man. The climate may be hot, but the peoples walk has grown cold. Pray for revival, that we may be the kindling for Gods fire to spread throughout Belize. All is not lost, God is moving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The church is continuing to grow and discipleship has begun to take root. Every one in the community knows of the church and Pastor Joel by name. They are like the women at the well, trying to drink water but never feeling satisfied in the worlds water. They are beginning to thirst for living water. The people are desperate for prayer and for someone to teach them what love is. I thank God that we may play a small part in that. You can too by standing in the gap in prayer for the nation. All is not lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Grant that I may not pray alone with the mouth; help me that I may pray from the &lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; "&gt;depths of my heart&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-6316219621373648764?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6316219621373648764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-glance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/6316219621373648764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/6316219621373648764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-glance.html' title='In a Glance.'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-2343865863360034060</id><published>2010-05-10T14:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T14:23:30.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurray!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are finally getting the ball rolling for our upcoming trip into Mexico and Central America! Which means, I finally finished my support letter! If you would like to get a copy of it you can download one Here : &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zrodnnierzy"&gt;Alaina's Support Letter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;After clicking on the above link, it will open a new page. Once on that page, just click the words that say "click here to start download" and it should start automatically. Thank you all so much! I am getting more and more excited for this everyday. Thank you for all your support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-2343865863360034060?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2343865863360034060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2010/05/hurray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/2343865863360034060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/2343865863360034060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2010/05/hurray.html' title='Hurray!'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-4662619719582471348</id><published>2010-01-25T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:04:36.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Announcement!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If I haven't already informed you, there are some pretty big events that are going to be taking place in my life in the next year or so. I figured I would take this opportunity to let everyone know officially. As you all know, this past year I went to Israel on a five month outreach with S.E.N.D. ministries to Israel. After my return I was invited to become a part of a completely new re-vamped leadership program through the same ministry. The program is called "RHYTHM" and is focused on raising servant leaders to lead a called generation from the very Heart Beat of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 40px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 40px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"For the eyes of the LORD run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to show Himself strong on behalf of those whose heart is loyal to Him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2 Corinthians 16:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is a two year commitment to S.E.N.D. The program starts March 1 with a four month in-depth leadership coaching in the classroom followed by a four month outreach to a foreign nation for training on the field. The outreach will be from July 10th to Oct. 30th. Our team with consist of only leaders-in-training and the team leaders of the team leaders :) After we return to the States we will be going on a promo/recruiting road trip across the states from Nov. 2nd- Dec. 14th sharing what the Lord is doing through the ministry in the nations and the need for more workers! After the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; training (because we should always be training in something) is completed, one of a few things may happen under the umbrella of S.E.N.D.. 1. I could lead a team for five months to a foreign nation 2. I could go out on my own for a long term solo mission 3. I could become part of the Admin/Promo team here in the the states 4. I could scout out new nations for future S.E.N.D. trips.  It is such an exciting time to be a part of this new vision! The RYTHYM program is going to be such an amazing tool in equipping people to be servant leaders. I am so blessed to be able to be a member of the first "class". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“We will lead generations but first lead a life in tune to the exact rhythm of our Father.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; The logistical details are as follows:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Calendar&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lecture: March 1st- June 19th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rest: Oct. 30th- Nov. 2nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Outreach: July 10th- Oct. 30th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Promo: Nov. 2nd- Dec. 14th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Debrief: Dec. 14th- Dec. 17th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;BUDGET:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lecture: $1000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Housing &amp;amp; Food: (while in country- not a part of Rhythm budget): $2100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Outreach: $5000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Promo: $1400&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Total: $9,500&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Monthly payment: $750&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Prayer is much needed for this entire process! By standing with me in Prayer you are standing on the front lines with me. Please pray that when I make the transition to San Diego for classes I may find a job to help provide the funds for this whole thing. If you would like to support me financially there is a "donate" button located on the right hand side of my blog page in which you can donate through paypal. Thank you so much for everything you all do for me and for sending me out to the nations! God is doing great things among his people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/7494396084782152313-4662619719582471348?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/4662619719582471348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2010/01/official-announcement.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/4662619719582471348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/4662619719582471348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2010/01/official-announcement.html' title='Official Announcement!'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-3112008638708223019</id><published>2010-01-25T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:02:18.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Strings Attached...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;            Well, I made it! I can’t even begin to describe how radically God changed my heart in Israel. I have fallen in love with his people and his land. I pray that one day I can return. My outlook on this thing we call “Christianity” will never be the same. God has revealed things to me about myself that I had no idea even existed. Weaknesses strengths, fears, gifts, etc. I am blown away by the God that I serve, and even more blown away that he sees me worthy enough to be his servant! I know that the world will never fully understand the clarity that He offers unless someone tells them. Thats one thing I have learned about the character of God. He offers clarity. My brother recently was told he needed glasses desperately. The optometrist couldn’t believe he had functioned through life so far without them. My brother on the other hand, had no idea his eyes were bad until someone told him. He just figured thats how everyone saw things. He didn’t realize how hazy things were until he was given a pair of glasses. Now he can’t even believe how clear and beautiful everything has become. He can actually read, see peoples faces, and drive without being a danger to the general public haha. I’ve realized that when I draw closer to God I have more clarity about the desires He has for my life. Sometimes people say I am too impulsive and don’t think things through enough but why do I need to? If I am confident in the way the Lord is pulling me He will smooth everything out. That is what is so beautiful about not having any attachments here. If I feel called to go, I can just do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72h-fD50_AI/S15aBue49zI/AAAAAAAAAGM/OympziHcKA8/s1600-h/20576_254557388145_681178145_4550914_7499481_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72h-fD50_AI/S15aBue49zI/AAAAAAAAAGM/OympziHcKA8/s320/20576_254557388145_681178145_4550914_7499481_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430877186359359282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Carissa playing in the snow on Christmas Eve in Texas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-3112008638708223019?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3112008638708223019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-strings-attached.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/3112008638708223019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/3112008638708223019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-strings-attached.html' title='No Strings Attached...'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72h-fD50_AI/S15aBue49zI/AAAAAAAAAGM/OympziHcKA8/s72-c/20576_254557388145_681178145_4550914_7499481_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-8414334323409112965</id><published>2009-10-31T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T03:35:01.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>financial update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hello friends! I just wanted to throw out a quick financial update. There have been some mixed up numbers on our financial status and it turns out we currently have 1/3 less than we had originally thought. Since we were already in a tough spot, the recent developments put us in a much more urgent situation. In all reality, the numbers say that we will be coming home early because we do not have enough for rent and food. Although the reality says otherwise, we all are standing firm in faith that God will provide the money to finish the outreach strong. Testing of faith develops perseverance, and we are learning to persevere through our financial issues. God is moving in radical ways here and I am confident he will keep us here until our work is completed. However, it is important to convey to our supporters the reality of the situation. On a personal level, I owe $1,608. Praise God that He has already provided $4,000 for me! Please pray that he continues to provide the remaining amount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; If you feel led to donate you can send all tax-deductible donations made out to S.E.N.D. Ministries&lt;b&gt; 4052 Alto Street Oceanside, Ca 92056&lt;/b&gt; with Alaina Henderson on the memo line. Or, you may donate online at &lt;a href="http://sendministries.com.s52753.gridserver.com.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px color:#000099;"&gt;http://sendministries.com.s52753.gridserver.com.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Please continue praying for us! You all are standing in the gap on our part. Thank you so much for all your support so far. We are confident that God is going to show himself to His people in miraculous ways during this last stretch. I love you all, and I will see you around Christmas and hopefully no sooner! (not because I don’t miss you all, but because there is so much to do here!) I have put together a short video to give you all a glimpse into what has been going on here so you can see God moving first hand. I apologize for the video quality. Internet connections haven’t been too friendly. The link is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyQzXB3w0Zw"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px color:#000099;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyQzXB3w0Zw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;God Bless you all! Baruch Hashem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xyQzXB3w0Zw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xyQzXB3w0Zw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;In our Rescuer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Alaina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica, fantasy;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-8414334323409112965?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8414334323409112965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/10/financial-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/8414334323409112965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/8414334323409112965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/10/financial-update.html' title='financial update'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-5606706072269613450</id><published>2009-10-12T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T13:28:55.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, another month down! I am so terrible at posting these things. It is just hard when I have so much to say that I can’t even begin to relay it all to you. It is a beautiful thing though, that I get to share some of my journey with you. When I look back at the moment I decided to come on this trip, I realize how the Lord has begun to change me. I’ll be honest, I had some good motives and bad motives to come. Knowing that the Lord was calling me to go, it fueled my desire to “get away.” But God has really been moving me in ways I didn’t even expect and it’s so awesome to be able to share it with people I care about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The ministry here is taking on a completely different face than any of us had imagined. Tuesdays and Thursdays are routine. We help at an Iraqi children’s hospital (Shevet.org) on Tuesdays and serve at a soup kitchen/coffee shop on Thursdays. But our toughest ministry has taken place right in our own apartment. God has been bringing us drug addicts, prostitutes, runaways, and surprisingly, even a couple Orthodox Jews that don’t exactly fit the pattern listed. It feels like the size of our team has been growing by the week. We came with seven, and recently there has been twelve sleeping in our tiny apartment. It seems we are running a soup kitchen, church, and homeless shelter right out of our own home. It’s challenging, but awesome. Let me tell you about some of our friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jennifer: A twenty-one year old girl from Louisiana who has found herself to be, &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in her words, “stuck here” for the last several years. While we have been here &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;she has ran away from her abusive muslim boyfriend, quit heroin, relapsed, went &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;back into prostitution, went back to her boyfriend, and most recently, ran away &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;from him again. It is so hard to see the hard life she lives. She so badly desires to &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;finally be free from everything but says she just can’t do it. Jennifer always talks &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;about her mom and two little sisters and how one day she’ll fly back to the states &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to be with them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Alex: her story is really hard, and she really needs some prayer. For a number of &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;reasons I can’t tell you about her. If you would like to know, just skype me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aviv: A twenty-three year old who believes in Yeshua (Jesus) but his walk with &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the Lord is really fickle. He is homeless, an alcoholic, and might be facing 3 years &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in prison for shooting a cop. Yah, he’s pretty intense. We all love him and he is a &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;riot to be around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Arron: A strong believer who grew up in Guatemala and upon discovering he was &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jewish, moved to Israel. I admire him so much for what he has been doing here &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in Israel. He has been homeless for nearly 3 years and his faith now is stronger &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;than ever. When we first met him, he had an eye patch and was all cut up. It &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wasnt until recently he finally told the story of what happened to him. He was &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;walking one day when two of his former friends came up and offered him drugs. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When he declined he told them about how Yeshua saved his life and that he &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;loves them and wants to save theirs too. They instantly became furious and &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;began beating him. Not swinging back he got of on his feet and said “Yeshua &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;loves you” and they beat him again. And again he rose and said “Yeshua loves &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you” and this repeated for several more times and the final time he rose and said, &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Yeshua loves you, and God is my Justice.” The next day his “friends” ran up to &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;him weeping and apologizing saying they wanted to know more about this &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yeshua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Goel: A 19 year old Orthodox Jew who has come to believe in Jesus as the &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Messiah only a month or so ago. He ran away from home because he was tired &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of being in a controlling religious household and he wanted to know what the &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;truth was. He is still struggling daily with the line between following the Law and &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;following Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pastor Matthew: A 7-foot tall Sudanese Pastor in Tel Aviv who led 2,500 refugees &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;BY FOOT into Israel. They were fleeing from all the war that has overcome that &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;area in Africa. People are still dying in the hands of the L.R.A. and radical &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;muslims now are holding Christian’s at gunpoint forcing them to convert or die. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When this modern day Moses and his people reached Egypt on their journey, the &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Egyptian government opened fire on them because they did not want them in &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;their country. Many of them died that day, but they marched on with the land of &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;milk and honey as their destination. Here they have found refuge until this last &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;year the Israeli government has been forcing them to go home to their war-torn &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;country. My heart has always been in Sudan and Uganda. After talking to him &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and hearing his incredible story, God has added even more fuel to my fire. I look &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;forward to the day in which I can finally go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am learning more and more about dying to myself and sacrificing all of my energy to this cause. Our team is making it a point to be known: We are not here to force anyone to come to our faith. But we have all been changed radically by the way Jesus has worked in us, how he has given us peace and joy that we cannot produce ourselves. It would be selfish of us to keep that gift to ourselves. I praise God because as He uses me to try and bring His healing love to His people, he has been healing me as well. Its hard to believe our trip is almost halfway over and I feel we are just getting started! For those of you who have been praying for us, I thank you so much. Prayer is our first weapon and you all are on the front lines for us. Please continue to pray! Here are some prayer requests/needs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For Our Team:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;-God will strengthen us through persecution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;-We become even more united as God adds to our number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;-We all keep focused on the task at hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;-To give us and especially our leaders wisdom and discernment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the Nation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;-For open hearts and eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;-To receive what we have without offense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;-For Arab-Jewish conflict to cease in Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;-focus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;-a sacrificial servanthood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;-boldness in the face of persecution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;-Finances! (I only have enough money to stay until the end of &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt; October)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Thank you all so much for showing interest in the work that is being done here. God is moving! If you would like to donate you can send it to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4052 Alto Street Oceanside, Ca 92056&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;If check, it is tax-deductable and can be made out to Send Ministries with Alaina Henderson on the memo line. If cash, attach a note with my name :) Also, you can donate online at http://sendministries.com.s52753.gridserver.com/ I can never thank you all enough for the support you have already given me. Through prayer, encouragment, or finances, you have all sent me! Shalom and Shana tova!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-5606706072269613450?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5606706072269613450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/10/half-way.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/5606706072269613450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/5606706072269613450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/10/half-way.html' title='Half way!'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-7936310929342903260</id><published>2009-09-04T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T16:28:14.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Cheating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I was sitting wondering about what I was going to say to you all next. As I contemplated this, Ashley read me her update and I decided to steal it. I could never describe the people we have met nearly as eloquent as she has. So, without further ado, here is Ashley's update titled: Meet the Nation of Israel.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;One of the amazing things of life on the field, is the extraordinary people I have met. Sometimes I think, wow i need to write a book one day about all of these people. I thought I'd start with an email:). These people your about to read about aren't Big pastors, or have big ministries. But i tell you the truth, there are men and women out there in the " Highways and Bi-ways" living a life of sacrifice, a place on the road side of the "Big Highway" where life becomes really simple...becoming one with the people. Be inspired and encouraged by our "Today Hebrews chapter 11 people"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Meet Degin... from Ethiopia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A small man in stature... with a courageous heart. Originally from Ethiopia, he came to Israel 12 years ago by foot. In fact he is responsible for leading 30,000 Ethiopian Jews to Israel by foot. A real modern day Moses. He now pastors a church in Ashkelon, a city that in continually caught in Arab and Jewish tension. Yet this week i met this Hero standing outside the Madonna concert as he passed out "New Testaments" to the crowds plowing into the streets. People ridiculed Him and Insulted him, but his soft eyes and His bright smile continued. I am humbled by this man who after he has done so much does not think it is beneath him to pass out New Testaments and reach out the nation of Israel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Meet Erick... from Holland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A tall lengthy man with big blue eyes and a tender smile. He recently came to know the Lord this last year, and now has given his life over to cooking for the poor at the soup kitchen. He never sees or really talks to the 150 people he cooks for, you usually find him in the kitchen, washing the endless line of dishes, or this last week he cooked a secret recipe that has been in his family for 6 generations. His Joy is inspiring, he feels so honored to cook a meal for the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Meet Dia... from Iraq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A 4 year old girl with longing eyes and a big imagination. A ministry here in Israel has made a way for her to come to Israel for a life saving heart surgery. Her heart has a defect the is life threatening, yet the surgery she will have next week is also very life threatening, the doctors took months to even decide to do it.Her family is muslim but the are very open to the gospel and there hearts are very open to Israel, since Israeli doctors are the ones who are attempting to save her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This week we visited her and played with her she loves to dance and give hugs at one point she climbed up into my arms and i held her tight, i could feel her heart beating on my chest, the very heart that is hanging on for life. My heart melted. O Lord may her physical and spiritual heart be healed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Meet Sadi... from Ethia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I saw her from across the soup kitchen, timidly sitting at a table with her eyes on the ground. Her pregnant Belly looked full term, and she looked about my age. Most people at the soup kitchen are elderly or people with rough lives off the streets, she looked different, she looked like she had been on a long journey. As i sat and talked with her i find out that her and her husband fled from Ethia (a small country near Ethiopia) 2 years ago because people were persecuting them for their christian faith. They fled by foot, yes that right they walked most the way and when the could take a bus they would also. Now here in Israel they find refuge, but still hardships continue. They are about to have their first baby, she came to the soup kitchen to get a meal, maybe get some baby clothes. The whole time i talked with her she never complained about her life, in fact life was bursting out of her eyes and her smile as she shared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Meet Nina...from Brazil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Since weve been serving at the soup kitchen every week we get to see a lot of the same people, one lady in particular is Nina. she is a bubbly woman from Brazil, and between her Spanish and broken English we have great conversations. She recently received the Lord into her life she keeps saying "jesus saved my life!" Jesus saved my life!" This last thursday she didn't come to the soup kitchen for her weekly meal i wondered where she was, but about 4 pm after everything had been cleaned up we heard a knock at the door it was Nina, she had come to bring an offering, she said God had blessed her with 20 shekels and she wanted to give it back to Him. what a sweet smelling sacrifice her heart is, giving out of her abundance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Meet Alaina, David, and Nick...from California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Some of our team members this week have faced and experienced some of the most precious scriptures of our faith. "Blessed are those who have been persecuted for the sake of righteousness for theirs in the kingdom of heaven" Matt. 5:10. This week we stood outside the Madonna concert and passed out new testaments. Did you know that there is no where in israel you can go and buy a new testament? Even if an Israeli wanted to read one they wouldn't be able to find it. It was a great experience of growing in our boldness. A lot of people where thankful to have a free book and gladly took it, while with some it roused up anger; spitting in faces, ripping up bibles, burning bibles, and even standing around in a circle creating a wall so that people could not get any new testaments. But people especially secular Jews when they would see the anger of the religious ones, it made them want a new testament even more. God even used their anger for HIs Glory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Time would not permit for me to tell you of Bob, an elderly man who lives on a concrete slab in the country side, uses pine cones for fire to cook meals and has devoted his life to the gospel. Or Mary the elderly woman who moved here to retire, to serve at the Iraqi children's hospital. Her job? She washes their sheets. Or arron the young kid from guatemala who has suffered beating after beating for believing in Yeshua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here are just a few of the men and women who are fighting the fight of faith...today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The Lord has been moving in supernatural ways, beginning to see people coming to faith! Pray that as God gives us people he would show us how to disciple and love each person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Walking in His Grace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Beto and Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72h-fD50_AI/SqGiNGYnmqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/BRYoIz9_xl4/s1600-h/IMG_1036.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72h-fD50_AI/SqGiNGYnmqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/BRYoIz9_xl4/s320/IMG_1036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377757775992953506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-7936310929342903260?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7936310929342903260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-cheating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/7936310929342903260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/7936310929342903260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-cheating.html' title='I&apos;m Cheating.'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72h-fD50_AI/SqGiNGYnmqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/BRYoIz9_xl4/s72-c/IMG_1036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-2718722049471224281</id><published>2009-08-22T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:01:48.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month Down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How can I even begin? It has been about a month since I said my goodbyes and I've hardly had enough time to soak everything in. To start off with, I still don't really feel as if I am actually in Israel. The whole experience is so surreal. I can't believe God has sent me HERE. Not only to Israel, but to Jerusalem! We've started to get into a routine finally. We've been doing "prayer watches" where at every hour of the night someone is up praying over the country and the team. It so awesome to know our whole trip is always covered in prayer. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ministry has finally kicked off and we've been making weekly commitments to different organizations,ministries,congregations etc. There are two things that have been really incredible for me to be apart of and I absolutely LOVE. The first is working at a soup kitchen every thursday in Tel Aviv. I've always had a heart for homeless ministry and it gives me a little piece of back home with the Povertees gang. One day I was serving this table and sat down to talk with them a while only to find out their names were Abraham,Esther, and Jeremiah! I was sitting with major biblical figures! Well, not literally but how awesome is that!? The homeless in Tel Aviv are so different from the people in Downtown Los Angeles. In L.A., I was usually nervous of getting harassed,yelled at, stolen from,grabbed etc. Here in Tel Aviv, I am more nervous of how I will be received as a foreigner. Frankly, its a little intimidating when a table of 7 guys known to be part of the Russian Mafia are all staring at you. Aside from the mafia crew, the people I've gotten to know are so intelligent, welcoming, and not to mention hilarious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The second ministry we've become a part of is a children's hospital called Shevet Achim. Based here in Jerusalem, they go into Iraq and pick up children with life-threatening heart issues. Iraq has a very poor medical system and many children with heart problems are turned away at hospitals, left to die with no options. This team of believers reaches out and brings these children and their mothers into Israel for quality treatment. They have saved hundreds of lives and have blessed the Iraqis so much. As a team, we go to the hospital to play with the children, lead worship, help renovate, etc. I am absolutely in love with these kids! Even despite their state of health, they are determined to live like happy, active, normal kids. We will be working with them every Tuesday, all day. I wish I could spend even more time there a week!&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;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It's been soooo sick being here but really terrifying and challenging at the same time. Ashley and Beto are constantly challenging me to lead worship (which I feel I'm not good enough yet) and will tell me to go on stage behind the microphone at any given moment. No preparation, no warning, just to go play. That literally happened on Thursday. I was serving food at the soup kitchen and Ashley handed me a guitar and told me to play some worship on stage.  It's been hard but I've been doing it. Maybe it'll make me better, I trust they know what they are doing. Another thing that's been challenging has been walking in boldness. I'm a pretty shy, socially awkward person when I am around new people, ESPECIALLY people my own age. So, I usually avoid meeting newbies unless I have a wingman. Here, thats really not an option. It is against the law for any one over the age of 18 to evangelize to people 18 years and younger. SO, since I am the only 18 year old on the team, it's kind of up to me. That is the hardest thing for me, so prayer would be awesome :) &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;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really miss you all so much! I look at all of your pictures and it makes me wish I could be in two places at once. Please let me know what is going on in your lives so I know what to pray for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-2718722049471224281?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2718722049471224281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-month-down.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/2718722049471224281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/2718722049471224281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-month-down.html' title='One Month Down!'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-8882055525555099765</id><published>2009-08-11T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T05:53:40.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shalom from Jerusalem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After spending a couple days in Tel Aviv, we have officially moved into our apartment in Jerusalem! It is absolutely incredible. It is only by the favor of God that we are here. Before we left, It was prophesied over us that we were going to run into some serious spiritual warfare getting into the country. It was definitely a challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To begin with, Ashley and Lindsay got a serious case of the flu right before we left. Then we had been told that since Beto has a Mexican passport that he would not be allowed in the country. Next, we couldn’t get our boarding passes because our return date was for five months from now when we only have three month visas. We decided to just keep praying, pressing on, and asking different people at the airport to print them. We finally got them all printed, got on our flight, and walked on to customs. At customs however, is where we met our biggest obstacle. The whole team got through except Ashley and Beto. Beto had accidentally pulled out a folder for send ministries instead of the flight itinerary. When the lady saw it, she asked to look through it. It had everything about out trip in it. Copies of all our passports, our mission statement, vision, and it must have included the word “missionaries” like 2374987 times. Now I’m not sure if you knew this, but Israel does not allow “missionaries” into the country. After four hours of almost being deported, somehow they got sick of interrogating them and just let them go. So here we are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tel Aviv was so beautiful! The sand at the beach was like flour and the water was so clear and warm. The people aren’t super friendly though. It reminded me a lot of New York. Everyone was clubbing, partying, at a bar, or passing out flyers for all of the above. So I didn’t feel far from home in Tel Aviv. It was weird and definitely not what I expected. Jerusalem now, is a completely different story. Everything is so old! The walkways are all cobblestone and every building is made of all stone from way back when. I feel like I have went back in time. We walked through the old city and visited the western “wailing” wall. It is the saddest thing. These jewish people have no sacrifice system so all they have is their deeds and the little prayers they put in the cracks of the wall. It was really hard to see because they don’t even realize that they have fully rejected their messiah who doesn’t need any of that. By the time were done here, hopefully some will come to realize that. Little interesting thing about the wall, when you walk away from the wall you have to walk backwards out of respect. It’s a way of saying, “ I will never turn my back on the wall or God.” So you see a lot of people running into each other and falling haha. We haven’t started ministry yet but I will update as soon as I can with more news! Thanks for everything, I love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;l'hitraot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;(goodbye)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Alaina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-8882055525555099765?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8882055525555099765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/08/shalom-from-jerusalem.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/8882055525555099765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/8882055525555099765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/08/shalom-from-jerusalem.html' title='Shalom from Jerusalem!'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-2739368607235125500</id><published>2009-07-26T02:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:26:45.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking the Heart of Jeremiah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As  I sit here staring at this blank canvas God is rolling out before me I ask myself, Where do I begin? The canvas is not my own, and how to use the brush is foreign to me. Yet God is asking me to paint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Being only eighteen, I continue to doubt myself. I am not qualified enough. I am not eloquent enough. I am not bold enough. I am only a child. How am I supposed to go and preach to His chosen people when I have no idea what tools He has given me to use, let alone how to use them? I am stuck staring at a blank canvas with a foreign tool in my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As these doubts echo in my head once again, as they have many times before, God continues to encapsulate my heart with the words He spoke to Jeremiah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 11.0px Didot; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 11.0px Didot; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Didot"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Ah Sovereign Lord,” I said, “I do not know how to speak; I am only a child”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Didot"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the Lord said to me, “Do not say, ‘I am only a child.’ You must go to &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;everyone I send you to and say whatever I command you. Do not be afraid of &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;them, for I am with you and will rescue you.” Declares the Lord.” -Jeremiah 1:6-8&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So now that I have been commanded to go despite my human flaws, I am still left with the question, “Where do I begin?” There is so much uncertainty before me and the fear of the invisible tomorrow shortens my stride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Didot"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“ Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls.” -Jeremiah 6:16&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 11.0px Didot; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is where I crave my own spiritual evolution. I can stand at the crossroads and look. I’m even able to ask where the good way is. But knowing the answer and walking by faith &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; it? How can one ever know? Instant gratification is the way to go for me. God if you could just send me an email or text letting me know, that would be awesome. Yet it is exactly that; an evolution. Hearing God’s voice is a “sixth sense” developed over time. So that is the selfish desire I will be pursuing in His land. Maybe, when His whisper becomes more apparent to me, He will direct me in the right path, with the right tools, and the directions to use them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Aside from my my selfish desires, I am going because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I fear for the people of Israel, and I break for them. How can a nation be so hardened from the God that chose them? As a Gentile, I find myself envious of the position they hold in God’s heart. If only they would see how blessed they could be. I read through Jeremiah and hear of the stronghold sin had over their hearts. Although that was spoken in past, the parallels today are infinite: Idolatry, war, lust, and abandonment of God. Its difficult to grasp how Jews today can completely reject Jesus. When through Him us believers (the majority of us are Gentiles) have a palpable, living, active relationship with God. &lt;i&gt;Their&lt;/i&gt; God. One would think that would ignite a jealousy in their hearts to be connected to God in that way also. They have no sacrifice system, they rely solely on their works and the law. Almost as if they are now worshiping a system of government because of their rejection of Jesus. That's no way to live. Actually, it's not living at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt; So n&lt;/span&gt;ow I step out in boldness to stir jealousy within the people of Israel. I am only a child with no clear direction of my own but God has put this brush in my hand and this blank canvas before me. So here I am, painting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 11.0px Didot; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Didot; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Didot"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving kindness. I will build you up again and you will be rebuilt, O virgin Israel. Again you will take up your tambourines and go out to dance with the joyful.” -Jeremiah 31:3-4&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Didot"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Didot"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Didot"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-2739368607235125500?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2739368607235125500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/07/seeking-heart-of-jeremiah.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/2739368607235125500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/2739368607235125500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/07/seeking-heart-of-jeremiah.html' title='Seeking the Heart of Jeremiah'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-4094789905849154644</id><published>2009-07-11T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:22:01.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>other blog.</title><content type='html'>So I've had another blog for a while but it's been marked private. It's just some poetry, songs, spoken word etc. I decided I don't really care anymore if other people see it haha so it's officially not private anymore. Actually i'll even give you the link. www.ummnothinggg.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-4094789905849154644?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/4094789905849154644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/07/crows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/4094789905849154644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/4094789905849154644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/07/crows.html' title='other blog.'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-6857962491757605846</id><published>2009-06-03T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:56:55.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Visually Appealing Version</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I posted my letter a while ago I realize it was pretty crazy to look at. So I finally uploaded the pretty version that I mailed out. If you would like to print out one just follow the link below and click "click here to start download" Pretty simple eh? I need as much support as I can get so please hand some out to your family,friends and churches! You guys are awesome, love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/1zlumlyrteu/IsraelLetter2009.pdf"&gt;Download Alaina's Israel letter!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-6857962491757605846?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6857962491757605846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/6857962491757605846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/6857962491757605846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='The Visually Appealing Version'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-1455527370354762306</id><published>2009-05-20T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:56:00.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering...</title><content type='html'>So it is officially May, 20 2009. The three year mark. Its so weird to think that it has been three years. It has felt like an eternity but then again it's almost like it happened yesterday. What a strange feeling. I'm trying to not be sad and just live like it was any other day. It's hard not having her in my life but it has gotten easier with time. I still miss her and think about her everyday, but death happens and i've accepted it. I just felt like I should write out of respect for her, her memory, and everyone who loved her.  Te quiero mucho. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-1455527370354762306?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1455527370354762306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/05/remembering.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/1455527370354762306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/1455527370354762306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/05/remembering.html' title='Remembering...'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-578302489243757893</id><published>2009-04-19T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:19:51.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Times are a changin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Over the past few weeks, I've realized how things can change dramatically over such a short amount of time. People change, perspectives about people change, friends lose touch, and relationships fall apart. Its not necessarily a bad thing, it's just the wayyy it goes. It just is sooo weird how one event can change everything in someone's life. From what they do for lunch, to the friends they hang out with, to the ministries they are involved in. The worst part about it is God gets left behind in the whole mix. Thats pretty douche-like of us. Even when we have no intention of doing it, we let things change the ways in which we serve God. I've done it, I've pushed people in that direction, and have had people push me in that direction also. I need to stop doin that man, and stop letting myself be put in situations where I'm pushed away from what i need to be doing. Maybe we should continue on with life and serve God in the way he's called us to, regardless of what has happened. I dunno, I'm also realizing how "rambly" I am allatime. Times are a changin', but God's not. Thank GOD. Hey that totally works!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; "&gt;"Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows." -James 1:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;[Bitch. (see previous posts)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-578302489243757893?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/578302489243757893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/04/times-are-changin.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/578302489243757893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/578302489243757893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/04/times-are-changin.html' title='Times are a changin&apos;'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-6632746632542834280</id><published>2009-04-16T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:01:59.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingerprint.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not a scholar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not an angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not that wild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've seen addiction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've lived the holy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've clung to fiction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've let death control me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been consumed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've traveled the valley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been with the doomed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've lived in the alley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've lost my mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've idoled my sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've defended my brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've learned to miss her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've broken for them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've wanted to leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been called to S.E.N.D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been taught to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've rid of the old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've put on the new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've given God hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer" style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-6632746632542834280?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6632746632542834280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/04/fingerprint.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/6632746632542834280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/6632746632542834280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/04/fingerprint.html' title='Fingerprint.'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-947418711612751425</id><published>2009-04-06T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T02:33:52.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make up by Andie Diaz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72h-fD50_AI/SdnMcMy7uHI/AAAAAAAAACo/Nc9L5hT_ClM/s1600-h/wtf_pics-grandma-death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72h-fD50_AI/SdnMcMy7uHI/AAAAAAAAACo/Nc9L5hT_ClM/s400/wtf_pics-grandma-death.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321509219558209650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-947418711612751425?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/947418711612751425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/04/make-up-by-andie-diaz.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/947418711612751425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/947418711612751425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/04/make-up-by-andie-diaz.html' title='Make up by Andie Diaz.'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72h-fD50_AI/SdnMcMy7uHI/AAAAAAAAACo/Nc9L5hT_ClM/s72-c/wtf_pics-grandma-death.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-6318010069165891336</id><published>2009-04-04T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:58:45.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision Time.</title><content type='html'>I have officially made the decision to skip out on the Ecuador trip this year. It was a really hard choice because I want to go back so badly, but it's just not the right time for me. I've been praying about it a lot and I really feel that I need to focus on my ultimate goal this summer: Israel. It bums me out because I know I'm going to be missing out on a lot, but maybe God is wanting me to surrender this trip to him so I can focus on the bigger picture. Its a weird thought. Does got ask us to sacrifice things that would glorify him for other things that will glorify him as a sign of our submission? Because when we weren't Christian, He wanted us to surrender our sinful ways&amp;amp;desires as a sign of our dedication and love. Now that we follow Him, what else can we surrender besides our new "Godly" desires?  Eh, i dunno I'm just thinking as I type, it makes sense in my head. Man I sound really preachy. To quote nathan, "I should swear to even it out. Bitch. There. I feel better."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-6318010069165891336?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6318010069165891336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision-time.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/6318010069165891336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/6318010069165891336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision-time.html' title='Decision Time.'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-5286711618190943525</id><published>2009-04-03T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:41:28.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little rambling. Okay a lot of rambling.</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot lately about God's desire for my life. I feel like I tend to water Gods voice and personality down. I am all for being educated in Gods word, but I feel like it can be a hindrance at times because the words become almost less-divine. Now, I know there are  several different theologies about whether the Bible is actually divine, divinely inspired, or completely absent of God's influence in the making, but I'm not writing to get into that. I believe the Holy Spirit can speak to us through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;. Not only through Biblical literature, but also secular literature, music, television, people, events, etc. Doesn't the Holy Spirit have the power to almost tweak the meaning of  passages for certain situations that a person may be going through? Isn't that a way God can speak to us? As a student, I've started to see scripture just for what it meant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; and to that specific crowd. Well what about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;? I think it's unfair when Christians look down over their nose on people who aren't as educated in Biblical context. They may hear God's voice in scripture saying something that might not necessarily be the literal meaning, and Prima Donna &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;scholars&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; (notice the quotes in bold) rebuke them for it. It is just a little frustrating to see people torn down like that. It is also really frustrating when you are the one being torn down. I know there are instances in which people take scripture, mold it to fit their own pre-conceived ideas, and then teach on it. This, I don't agree with and they definitely need some rebuking. I guess there is a fine line between the two. One is not so intentional, and the other...well God help 'em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-5286711618190943525?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5286711618190943525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-little-rambling-okay-lot-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/5286711618190943525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/5286711618190943525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-little-rambling-okay-lot-of.html' title='Just a little rambling. Okay a lot of rambling.'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-8165815263352474567</id><published>2009-03-26T11:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:24:59.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72h-fD50_AI/ScvIZE3LyhI/AAAAAAAAACg/Xn7DL-R2NyY/s1600-h/wtf_pics-hula-foola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72h-fD50_AI/ScvIZE3LyhI/AAAAAAAAACg/Xn7DL-R2NyY/s400/wtf_pics-hula-foola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317564118168488466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-8165815263352474567?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8165815263352474567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/03/haha.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/8165815263352474567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/8165815263352474567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/03/haha.html' title='HAHA.'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72h-fD50_AI/ScvIZE3LyhI/AAAAAAAAACg/Xn7DL-R2NyY/s72-c/wtf_pics-hula-foola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-2999015157692536753</id><published>2009-03-25T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:59:51.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi My Name's Alaina and I'm a Sexist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Recently, I have realized how sexist I can be. Not towards the opposite sex, but my own. After an amazing worship set at the Link, Leanna got up to introduce the speaker for the night, and it was a young woman who is a High School youth pastor at a church in Long Beach. Automatically, I assumed the message was going to be terrible. Why? Women are just as capable as men to present an incredible message, yet I still pre-judge the lesson on the presence of certain appendages or lack there of. Her message ended up being incredible and exactly what I needed to hear. She addressed stress not only within a college setting, but life in general. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The young woman gave three ways in which God will present himself in stressful situations. First, Sometimes God just wants us to be still and let him be God. She used the example of the Israelites right before God split the sea. They cursed God and cursed Moses for leading them through the desert only to Die. Then God was just wanting them to CHILL OUT and let him be God. He split the sea, and they crossed to safety. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The second way God meets us in our anxiety-head moments is by letting us know sometimes we need to be still in the moment and trust that He is God. The speaker described an imaginary situation to portray this idea. Say you are in the desert, and there is no way whatsoever to get water. Minutes from death, you start to pray for God to provide water and all of a sudden you spot a water bottle out of nowhere. But you ask God, "Cant you jut put it in my body for me? I'm too tired to even open the bottle." and he's probably just thinking , "Reeeaaaallly? You're grown up, do it yourself." Similarly, we become so paralyzed by our stress so when God provides us an "out" we refuse to drink the water that is right in front of us. We need to be still in the moment, let God be God, and respond to Him when needed. He'll provide the water but sometimes we just have to drink it ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Finally, in stressful situations, sometimes God just requires every inch of our being to get through our current trial. When the Israelites were marching through the entire night to battle and after fighting all day, God then sent down hail to kill more than the Israelites swords did and also had the sun stay still through the next night. In the midst of the marching I'm sure the soldiers were furious and couldn't see how God would eventually move in miraculous ways. Yet after the battle, what do you bet not one person regretted seeing God work supernaturally that day/night/thing. So even if we don't see God in the midst of trials, he will work it to His benefit eventually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Through everything that has been going on the last few weeks, her message was exactly what I needed to hear.  Not only did it show me that God is present in all situations, but it also made me realize how sexist I can be. Who knew?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-2999015157692536753?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2999015157692536753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-my-names-alaina-and-im-sexist.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/2999015157692536753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/2999015157692536753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-my-names-alaina-and-im-sexist.html' title='Hi My Name&apos;s Alaina and I&apos;m a Sexist.'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-5094328745283437694</id><published>2009-03-18T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:29:51.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholy.</title><content type='html'>So I have this issue with authority figures. They always convince me to do the complete opposite of what I was planning on doing. I was planning on leaving Hope (see previous post) and I had become perfectly content with it. Actually, I was kind of looking forward to it. Today however, that little issue I have came into play. I met with the Dean and he actually was extremely nice to me and tried to do me a favor by waving the "administrative withdrawal" placed on my name so I could finish the semester with all my credits. I still have to pay the money but I need to work out a plan so I can pay it eventually. So naturally, I said okay. The problem is, I was really looking forward to working and saving up for Israel. I'm happy to be staying, but I am a little disappointed. I sort of feel like a kid who was looking forward to summer vacation, then all of a sudden it got canceled and the teachers assigned a ton of work. I guess I'm just a little melancholy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-5094328745283437694?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5094328745283437694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/03/melancholy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/5094328745283437694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/5094328745283437694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/03/melancholy.html' title='Melancholy.'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-979275107498440782</id><published>2009-03-17T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:06:59.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out?</title><content type='html'>I am officially being withdrawn from HIU. I guess I owe a substantial amount of money (try 8,700) to the school and they sent me a notice a couple weeks ago saying I am going to be "administratively withdrawn." I met with my advisor today and tomorrow I'm meeting with the dean to make everything official. Surprisingly, I am actually okay with it. Andie has offered me a place to stay and now maybe I can work full time to save up for Ecuador and Israel. I still can't decide if its almost a blessing. I've prayed about it a lot though and I think it's best to just submit to the whole process instead of fighting it. I have a lot of time to go back to school, maybe now is the time to work and save up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 12.0px Verdana; color: #2e0c63"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything." -James 1:2-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/7494396084782152313-979275107498440782?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/979275107498440782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/03/schools-out.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/979275107498440782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/979275107498440782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/03/schools-out.html' title='School&apos;s Out?'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494396084782152313.post-8438435389349418479</id><published>2009-03-17T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:15:14.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've joined the movement!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided that I need to attempt to be semi-cool and start blogging. I'm not exactly sure how this all works, hopefully I'll get a hang of it soon so I can update everyone from Israel! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72h-fD50_AI/Sb9qC2WPfCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/egGxh9yS-7o/s320/2534729751_f34b94e3e5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314082682501561378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7494396084782152313-8438435389349418479?l=alainahenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8438435389349418479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-joined-movement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/8438435389349418479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7494396084782152313/posts/default/8438435389349418479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alainahenderson.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-joined-movement.html' title='I&apos;ve joined the movement!'/><author><name>Alaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167343505616260623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdAiSxrXjc/Tm2edZEJXRI/AAAAAAAAALE/x9GvUE21u3c/s220/image-preview-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72h-fD50_AI/Sb9qC2WPfCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/egGxh9yS-7o/s72-c/2534729751_f34b94e3e5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
