<?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-6578163</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:11:59.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remnant</title><subtitle type='html'>here is where all my journals link from. For my most personal journal you will need a password. Email me if you would like to see it. in the email include your name. If I dont know you, you will need a referral.  </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-109102257581268576</id><published>2004-07-28T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T06:49:35.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my next question is, why are you comming here? Dont you know I have moved? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-109102257581268576?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/109102257581268576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/109102257581268576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109102257581268576' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-108283951667049313</id><published>2004-04-24T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T13:49:26.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*notice to all who pass by this blog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved once again but I have found a permanent home for my blog here is the address...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.metnal.com/elvaquero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my final move...no really it will be, trust me yall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-108283951667049313?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108283951667049313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108283951667049313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108283951667049313' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-108273654878703000</id><published>2004-04-23T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T09:13:17.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont understand why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everytime someone really pisses me off and until I get peace about that individual, I tend to search out any and everything about that person. I guess I see them more as prey than whatever else....I dunno why I do it, I guess it could be for security reasons and thats probably it. But there is this driving force that..that...I dunno how to descibe it, but when I get it, I thirst to find out all I can about them. Their history, current life everything. *sigh* I dont like it especially if I cant get anything about them. And as I sit here its quite and still and the image comes to mind and burns me like a poisoned blade....It is done and covered now but its times like these where....*sigh* yeah.......hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see him cry with pain like I have....I thirst for it at moments like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-108273654878703000?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108273654878703000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108273654878703000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108273654878703000' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-108255941019452724</id><published>2004-04-21T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T08:12:45.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im not so enraged as I was yesterday though I am still angery at "X" person. Love eased the pain of the wound but the healing process will take time but it has began.  My life is in The Father and my strength comes from Him above. Though I my be knocked down I will rise again. He that is love sends love through His children. I will heal with time but my words will still be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all who pass this way see my words that I declare. Those whom cause the ones I love to stumble will find my right arm upon their head. These are my words and by my words I do stand by.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-108255941019452724?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108255941019452724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108255941019452724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108255941019452724' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-108249692014405912</id><published>2004-04-20T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T14:39:24.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The father less son of a pig....fucked up....You dont come in to my home town and screw with those whom I love....I swear......he will hear my voice.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-108249692014405912?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108249692014405912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108249692014405912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108249692014405912' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-108226651475651683</id><published>2004-04-17T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T22:43:04.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pick your chocolate, then look to see. No cheating!&lt;br /&gt;If you were buying candy and you had your choice of the &lt;br /&gt;following, which would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY RUTH&lt;br /&gt;3 MUSKETEERS&lt;br /&gt;BUTTERFINGER&lt;br /&gt;SNICKERS&lt;br /&gt;HERSHEY'S&lt;br /&gt;ALMOND JOY&lt;br /&gt;CLARK BAR&lt;br /&gt;REESES PEANUT BUTTER CUPS&lt;br /&gt;ENERGY BAR&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE COATED RAISINS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK - Now that you've made your choice, this is what research &lt;br /&gt;says about You! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY RUTH - Sweet, loving, cuddly. You love all warm fuzzy items. A little nutty. Sometimes you need an ice cream cone at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 MUSKETEERS - You are adventurous, love new ideas, are a champion of underdogs and a slayer of dragons. When tempers flare up, you whip out your saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTTERFINGER - Smooth, sexy, &amp; articulate with your hands, you are an excellent after-dinner speaker and a good teacher. But don't try to walk and chew gum at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNICKERS - Fun-loving, sassy, humorous. Everyone enjoys being around you, but you are a practical joker, however, you are a friend for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERSHEY'S - Romantic, warm, loving. You care about other people and can be counted on in a pinch. You tend to melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALMOND JOY - Sexy, always ready to give and receive, very energetic, and really likes to get into life. The opposite sex is always attracted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARK BAR - You like sports, whether baseball, football, basketball, or soccer. If you could, you would like to participate, but enjoy watching sports. You don't like to give up the remote control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REESES PEANUT BUTTER CUPS - You are a very fun loving person, who likes to laugh. You are fun to be with. People like to hang out with you. You are a very warm hearted person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENERGY BAR - Life is passing you by. Get a life! Go eat a plum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE COATED RAISINS - You go to the bathroom often.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-108226651475651683?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108226651475651683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108226651475651683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108226651475651683' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-108213915502570850</id><published>2004-04-16T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T11:16:34.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I have decided that Ill still use this blog but for the purpose of posting "ideas" instead of stuff about me...I will still use my other blog but it will be more personal, just dont expect to much there really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Domi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-108213915502570850?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108213915502570850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108213915502570850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108213915502570850' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-108143118415495195</id><published>2004-04-08T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T06:36:52.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To those who read my blogg:&lt;br /&gt;This is my last post here. I wont have another blog so dont go looking. If you really want to know more about what is happen you can find out &lt;a href="http://relliquiae.diary-x.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;  You will need access to get there and to get that you will have to conntact Lily, she knows who is allowed here so ask and if you are a friend than you will gain access. Thank you &lt;br /&gt;-Charlie &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-108143118415495195?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108143118415495195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108143118415495195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108143118415495195' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-108130882991842489</id><published>2004-04-06T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T20:58:58.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are some enjoyable quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love will pick you up by the short hairs...and jerk the heck out of you.&lt;br /&gt;Denise Dobbs, Northern Exposure, Survival of the Species, 1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone - but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.&lt;br /&gt;Bette Davis (1908 - 1989)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.&lt;br /&gt;Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the laws of mathematics refer to reality, they are not certain; and as far as they are certain, they do not refer to reality.&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If scientific reasoning were limited to the logical processes of arithmetic, we should not get very far in our understanding of the physical world. One might as well attempt to grasp the game of poker entirely by the use of the mathematics of probability.&lt;br /&gt;Vannevar Bush (1890 - 1974)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each problem that I solved became a rule which served afterwards to solve other problems.&lt;br /&gt;Rene Descartes (1596 - 1650)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask your child what he wants for dinner only if he's buying.&lt;br /&gt;Fran Lebowitz (1950 - )&lt;br /&gt;- More quotations on: [Children] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take it as a man's duty to restrain himself.&lt;br /&gt;Lois McMaster Bujold, Ethan of Athos, 1986&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are, each of us angels with only one wing; and we can only fly by embracing one another.&lt;br /&gt;Luciano de Crescenzo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power.&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln (1809 - 1865)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard work spotlights the character of people: some turn up their sleeves, some turn up their noses, and some don't turn up at all.&lt;br /&gt;Sam Ewing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can protest and does not, is an accomplice in the act.&lt;br /&gt;The Talmud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a sexually transmitted disease.&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting married for sex is like buying a 747 for the free peanuts &lt;br /&gt;--Jeff Foxworthy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch. &lt;br /&gt;--Jack Nicholson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-108130882991842489?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108130882991842489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108130882991842489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108130882991842489' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-108122355350529206</id><published>2004-04-05T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T21:01:09.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is something I found on a forum. The post was titled "Why men are happier than women."&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt; ones apply to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your last name stays put.&lt;br /&gt;The garage is all yours.&lt;br /&gt;Wedding plans take care of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate is just another snack.&lt;br /&gt;You can be president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can wear NO T-shirt to a water park.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car mechanics tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world is your urinal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You never have to drive to another gas station because this one's just too icky.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Same work, more pay.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;-- yeah that ones bad, I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrinkles add character.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wedding dress - $5000; tux rental - $100.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People never stare at your chest &lt;br&gt;when you're talking to them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;-- in some cases they stare at your rear when you walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The occasional well rendered belch is practically expected.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One mood, ALL the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know stuff about tanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A five day vacation requires only one suitcase.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can open all your own jars.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your underwear is $8.95 for a three pack.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;--but Ill admit, whenever I get married that more expesive stuff I wont mind ;-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You almost never have strap problems in public.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Everything on your face stays its original color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You only have to shave your face and neck.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;-- AMEN!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can play with toys all your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your belly usually hides your big hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One wallet and one pair of shoes, one color, all seasons.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;-- AMEN!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can "do" your nails with a pocketknife.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives, on December 24, in 45&lt;br /&gt;minutes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;stong&gt;men never will say, "my biological clock is ticking real loud right now."&lt;/stong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-108122355350529206?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108122355350529206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-108084824162645117?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108084824162645117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108084824162645117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108084824162645117' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-108084529433769768</id><published>2004-04-01T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T10:51:52.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the hell is wrong with the people I know!!! April fools day is meant to be funny, not scare the shit out of me.  This morning I had an employee come in and tell me Lily was in the lobby. Of course the look on their face confermed what went through my mind and that was something had happened, something bad.  Than came "April fools" I about lost it right there. Then I read  &lt;a href="http://www.shmiobellie.blogspot.com/"&gt;morgans&lt;/a&gt; blog and they make me think that something really happened to her. Yeah, we are just friends but really...*sigh* You know all my life pretty much I gain a friend and loose em left and right....Todays jokes havent been cool. Plus I dunno if its from lack of sleep or what but I fear its comming back again, I thought it was gone but...*sigh* I dont want this...I just dont know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-108084529433769768?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108084529433769768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108084529433769768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108084529433769768' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-108073843083426407</id><published>2004-03-31T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T05:12:09.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love this song,&lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/Buddy%20Jewell%20Lyrics/Sweet%20Southern%20Comfort%20Lyrics.html"&gt;sweet southern comfort&lt;/a&gt;, from the twang of the banjo through the lyrics of the song to the humming of the harmonica. It is my home song of this country boy...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Just a snapshot of downhome Dixie,&lt;br /&gt;Could be anywhere you are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Carolina or in Georgia,&lt;br /&gt;Open arms are waitin for ya,&lt;br /&gt;Louisianna yellow rose of San Antone,&lt;br /&gt;Arkansas, Mississippi,&lt;br /&gt;Old man river whispers to me,&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, Carry on,&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Southern Comfort carry on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here I'm surrounded,&lt;br /&gt;By these priceless memories,&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to think about it,&lt;br /&gt;There's no place I'd rather be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Carolina or in Georgia,&lt;br /&gt;Smell the jasmine and magnolia,&lt;br /&gt;You'll find me in Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;Go Titans Go!&lt;br /&gt;Muddy water, Misssissippi,&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Graceland whispers to me,&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, Carry on,&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Southern Comfort,&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, Carry on,&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-108073843083426407?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108073843083426407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108073843083426407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108073843083426407' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-108067661516298676</id><published>2004-03-30T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T12:00:30.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM LOOSING MY MIND!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-108067661516298676?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108067661516298676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108067661516298676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108067661516298676' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-108066983593796956</id><published>2004-03-30T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T10:08:55.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The days have come and gone...&lt;br /&gt;The Father has watched and mourned...&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit has come and spoke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder to the edge&lt;br /&gt;Look out on my worlds &lt;br /&gt;       as they start to collide&lt;br /&gt;While the tears roll down&lt;br /&gt;my fears take hold&lt;br /&gt;But His strength it grows (His strength it grows)&lt;br /&gt;loneliness lingers on..&lt;br /&gt;Coldness cuts my bones...&lt;br /&gt;My prayers echo on&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear my calls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-108066983593796956?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108066983593796956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108066983593796956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108066983593796956' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-108062488933319105</id><published>2004-03-29T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T21:38:24.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where do I begin? *sigh*  I dont really know where to start...I have a journey set before me and I feel like I have to go down it alone, almost like a Frodo with no Sam...heh...I dont want to leave what is comfortable but I know if I dont than this burning that is in my bones wont leave or even be settled a little...I need strength to get me through...its cold, but it must be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is looking for me (anyone that lives close) Ill be out at my farm most likely...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-108062488933319105?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108062488933319105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108062488933319105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108062488933319105' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-108015166059255100</id><published>2004-03-24T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T10:20:51.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, Domi Bellique, Relliquiae, Charlie....I am et Patris Vasallus....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-108015166059255100?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108015166059255100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108015166059255100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108015166059255100' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-108005662890952049</id><published>2004-03-23T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T07:47:14.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This song just about sums up what Im going through right now, and no one can hold me but Daddy Jesus....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Well sometimes my life just don't make sense at all &lt;br /&gt;When the mountains look so big &lt;br /&gt;And my faith just seems so small &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold me Jesus 'cause I'm shaking like a leaf &lt;br /&gt;You have been King of my glory &lt;br /&gt;Won't You be my Prince of Peace &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wake up in the night and feel the dark &lt;br /&gt;It's so hot inside my soul &lt;br /&gt;I swear there must be blisters on my heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold me Jesus 'cause I'm shaking like a leaf &lt;br /&gt;You have been King of my glory &lt;br /&gt;Won't You be my Prince of Peace &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrender don't come natural to me &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather fight You for something I don't really want &lt;br /&gt;Than to take what You give that I need &lt;br /&gt;And I've beat my head against so many walls &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm falling down I'm falling on my knees &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this Salvation Army band is playing this hymn &lt;br /&gt;And Your grace rings out so deep &lt;br /&gt;It makes my resistance seem so thin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing hold me Jesus 'cause I'm shaking like a leaf &lt;br /&gt;You have been King of my glory &lt;br /&gt;Won't You be my Prince of Peace &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been King of my glory &lt;br /&gt;Won't You be my Prince of Peace "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-108005662890952049?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108005662890952049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/108005662890952049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108005662890952049' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-107998110655242555</id><published>2004-03-22T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T10:48:31.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For some reason Im feeling my like wild cat kinda. Its like there are few I can trust, if any, and if someone crosses me the wrong way Im going to attack them...I feel strange &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-107998110655242555?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/107998110655242555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/107998110655242555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107998110655242555' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-107997631541833950</id><published>2004-03-22T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T09:28:40.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know when you are raised in a Christian envirnment all your life you here you just gotta trust God. Well, Im at that place again....who can you trust when you cant even trust yourself?  I dont understand, or maybe I do and I dont like what is...I dont know, I dont know!!! maybe a long trip to no where is what I need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-107997631541833950?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/107997631541833950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/107997631541833950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107997631541833950' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-107997562890844980</id><published>2004-03-22T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T09:17:13.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the waves crash and the tide pulls&lt;br /&gt;my chains try and retake my life&lt;br /&gt;The battle rages on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-107997562890844980?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/107997562890844980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/107997562890844980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107997562890844980' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-107979128942812318</id><published>2004-03-20T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T06:04:51.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is a question that I was asked once and I thought I would post it here.&lt;br /&gt;When do I feel the most alive?  So when do you feel most alive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-107979128942812318?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/107979128942812318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/107979128942812318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107979128942812318' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-107954666155755660</id><published>2004-03-17T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T10:07:39.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so Ill update something soon...no really, I will....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-107954666155755660?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/107954666155755660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/107954666155755660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107954666155755660' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-107932459443259990</id><published>2004-03-14T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T06:14:55.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so I wrote a letter to them, and now I leave it in Dads hands. *sigh* I feel I will need Gods strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-107932459443259990?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/107932459443259990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/107932459443259990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107932459443259990' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-107899467618392500</id><published>2004-03-11T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T00:47:45.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lord you have my heart, and I will search for yours......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-107899467618392500?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/107899467618392500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/107899467618392500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107899467618392500' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-107898984854865410</id><published>2004-03-10T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T23:27:17.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont like this week, I dont like it one bit. Im here working and I know Im going to be tired the rest of the week, I know Ill be worn out come Friday and then what? *Sigh* she leaves that afternoon/evening and once again I will find myself "alone" just me and God. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-107898984854865410?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/107898984854865410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/107898984854865410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107898984854865410' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578163.post-107881081206204926</id><published>2004-03-08T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T21:47:20.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wouldnt normally do this but this is to good to not post. I get these via email if you would like to get on the mailing list let me know and Ill send you the email and you can subscribe, that is if the link dosent show up at the end. - Relliquiae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"THY FACE, OH LORD, I WILL SEEK"&lt;br /&gt;Francis Frangipane &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things in life that cannot be attained cheaply or superficially.  Scores of scriptures call us to something much more consuming and fulfilling than just having a religion about Jesus Christ.  Yet, the challenge is to focus and centralize our efforts to appropriate what Jesus came to give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He warns, "For the coming of the Son of Man will be just like the days of Noah. For as in those days which were before the flood they were eating and drinking, they were marrying and giving in marriage, until the day that Noah entered the ark, and they did not understand until the flood came and took them all away; so shall the coming of the Son of Man be" (Matt 24:37-39). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest battle we each might fight is to stay focused on God long enough to learn how to abide in His presence.   Before we can redeem the world, we must redeem our time.  And we would think that with all the time saving conveniences we have in life, that this would be easy, but it is not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real test at the end of the age is: can we live in a place of focused renewal?  Those whom I have known who have fallen into sin, never were taken in suddenly by the enemy. Their failure was always precipitated by an earlier erosion of their focus; their time with God was incrementally replaced with non-spiritual things.  Left without the help of God, Satan's temptation came to a heart vulnerable and without strength to resist.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But be sure of this, that if the head of the house had known at what time of the night the thief was coming, he would have been on the alert and would not have allowed his house to be broken into" ( Matt 24:43). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the devil, Jesus warned that the "thief comes only to steal, and kill, and destroy" (Jn 10:10).  Beloved,  the first thing the devil steals is time.  Once we surrender our devotional time with God to non-spiritual things; once this world becomes more important to us than the next, the enemy has easy access to "kill, and destroy" our virtue and spiritual strength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Jesus taught a parable about a certain man who was having a banquet and "sent his slave to say to those who had been invited, 'Come; for everything is ready now.' But they all alike began to make excuses" (Lk:14:17-18).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Lord calls us to Himself, do we make excuses?  I'm tired.  Hungry. Busy.  Jesus tells us that the reasons for avoiding Him will seem legitimate: "I have bought a piece of land and I need to go out and look at it; please consider me excused"; "I have bought five yoke of oxen, and I am going to try them out; please consider me excused"; "I have married a wife, and for that reason I cannot come" (Lk 14:19-20).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it seems radical, but Jesus' final point is so contrary to the image we have of Him that His next admonition seems almost non-Christian.  Let me also remind you that He wasn't only talking to His apostles or other "higher ups" in His staff; He turned and spoke to the "great  multitudes [which] were going along with Him" (Lk 14:25). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If anyone comes to Me, and does not hate his own father and mother and wife and children and brothers and sisters, yes, and even his own life, he cannot be My disciple. Whoever does not carry his own cross and come after Me cannot be My disciple" (LK 14:-26-27). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how His words strike my heart.  To me, He is saying that I must not let any relationship challenge His love and call upon my life.  And, if there is a decision to be made about doing His will, I must always choose Him above everyone else's interests, even my own.  By comparison, every other relationship I have could appear like hate when measured by my love and obedience to Jesus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, loving Jesus brings the very best of heaven into all my other relationships; I possess something of Christ's life that brings greater love back to my family and friends, and even my own soul.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But above all, the choice must be made for Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, "This doesn't sound like the Jesus I know; He loves everyone." Yes, but He also knows the battle for our souls will be fierce and that to be successful in our spiritual journey, He must be first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Time To Seek God&lt;br /&gt;There are many seasons in life.  Proverbs tells us there is a time for every purpose under heaven.  Beloved, I believe it is time to draw near to God, to prepare our hearts for His presence.  There simply is no substitute for the presence of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David was a king. His life was filled with many responsibilities and he was clearly very passionate about many things.  Yet he wrote, "When Thou didst say, 'Seek My face,' my heart said to Thee, 'Thy face, O LORD, I shall seek' " (Ps 27:8). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Holy Spirit were to whisper to your heart that He wants more of your time, when the Lord says, "Seek My face," what do you say?  Oh beloved, here is the true battle for your soul.  Your victory is not in getting more counseling, but in your answer to the Lord's call.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result of seeking God is that He guides us into an absolutely fearless life (see Psalm 27:1-4).  David says, "For in the day of trouble He will conceal me in His tabernacle; in the secret place of His tent He will hide me; He will lift me up on a rock" (Ps 27:5). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, with so many distractions, what place does the Lord have in your life?  If He called you to deepen your walk, to seek His face, how would you respond?  When He says, "Seek My face," what does your heart say to Him?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578163-107881081206204926?l=leftremnant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/107881081206204926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578163/posts/default/107881081206204926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftremnant.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107881081206204926' title=''/><author><name>Domi Bellique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01158582617566364560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
