tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230970682024-03-23T18:48:53.203+01:00under consTRuctiOn...Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-74485533282154939312009-02-09T11:17:00.003+01:002009-02-09T11:29:47.435+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">a mystery</span></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">blood from my heart<br />tears from my heart<br />cry from my heart<br />pain from my heart<br />hurt from my heart<br />and then.....<br />life from my heart<br />how can it be?<br />it`s a mystery to me<br />indeed<br />-<br /><br /></span></span></div>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-8526442755897175332008-05-31T01:08:00.005+02:002008-06-02T13:10:51.189+02:00et kapittel går mot slutten...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaElFcNvGEoFXcF1Q0pMwUesDdNlZDvZTSVm9jjdJyY97aFDnrT1vs59TguayxpMR__s4IQ0VPsflTOpVIgLf8ONwehyphenhyphenQzbwz76gLHVPqL6fJzhym1z5LLxF5UPtuFFrCWxMAciA/s1600-h/Siste+tur+til+Kofale+%28115%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaElFcNvGEoFXcF1Q0pMwUesDdNlZDvZTSVm9jjdJyY97aFDnrT1vs59TguayxpMR__s4IQ0VPsflTOpVIgLf8ONwehyphenhyphenQzbwz76gLHVPqL6fJzhym1z5LLxF5UPtuFFrCWxMAciA/s320/Siste+tur+til+Kofale+%28115%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206312312995986066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">"1-års team i Etiopia" kapittelet er på god vei mot å skrive sine siste ord, det er tid for å innta et nytt kapittel. Dette kapittelet som nettopp går mot slutten er et <span style="font-weight: bold;">velskrevet</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">sterkt</span> og <span style="font-weight: bold;">gjennomlevd</span> kappitel...det er <span style="font-weight: bold;">uforglemmelig</span>, og nettopp derfor går det ikke i glemmeboken, men kommer mang en gang til å bli sett tilbake på, tatt fram med jevne mellomrom. Lest høyt ifra og lest fra alene i stillhet, ledd av og fellt noen tårer over nå og da. Det er et følelsesladd kapittel. Et <span style="font-weight: bold;">vakkert</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">smertefullt</span> og svært <span style="font-weight: bold;">levende</span> kapittel. Det er fullt av bilder og dype metaforer, ulike språk og mange fantastiske mennesker. Hele kapittelet er forseglet med <span style="font-weight: bold;">uerstattelig</span> lærdom...</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Det er på tide og <span style="font-weight: bold;">ta av seg på bena</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">takke</span> for det som har vært<br />og varsomt danse inn i det som ligger foran...</span><br /></div>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-6325617575215620092008-01-12T00:53:00.000+01:002008-01-12T01:48:41.014+01:00nytt år & nye tider!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJ3PTJjS1PAzwnWVwyXOt-Px_ep1kZRE3QdWpUgMjeCUwS8vD5PhCBMp7T9viqyiAKy8wUHk5BJABuB_gbWb_5beTidojmCl-KBGFwPocbv5GUJkvKgD9RwYr30q6bsCXv7DMQQ/s1600-h/DSCN2810.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJ3PTJjS1PAzwnWVwyXOt-Px_ep1kZRE3QdWpUgMjeCUwS8vD5PhCBMp7T9viqyiAKy8wUHk5BJABuB_gbWb_5beTidojmCl-KBGFwPocbv5GUJkvKgD9RwYr30q6bsCXv7DMQQ/s320/DSCN2810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154381242531316210" border="0" /></a></div><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Bradley Hand ITC";">ja, da var tre uker juleferie over og foran meg står turen tilbake til etiopia.<br />føler jeg har reist den turen et par ganger nå og flere skal det vel bli.<br />kjenner jeg er klar for å ta fatt på de neste fem månedene i etiopia nå,<br />klar for å oppleve og utforske nye ting, møte nye utfordringer.<br />enda mer kjenner jeg at jeg har lyst til å vokse.<br />i høyden og for så vidt, men først og fremst i forholdet med gud.<br />vil gå dypere, lengre, vil leve helt radikalt for ham... for han alene!</span></i><span style="font-family: "Bradley Hand ITC";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-39335887136152397142008-01-11T22:45:00.000+01:002008-01-12T00:09:39.858+01:00det beste var julefreden...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgckJsb5MWRTcZbXE5i-vHVAWF1F7yq6T97V8ppxcrFsYD63pCHvtEOG-S2ugw9myEHtDcyKcq48lorJiTAknEaiph3X3-0e3OkXTYtDrI0iWMD4LjriFfRPVfrZtkCdKNtTUUg/s1600-h/PC240083.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1YGr1c3hzlrDrCSkEapqL6TogIGwmZXAQtOp8H1TVYfcEoiK3cbaEEaoSgwkO6QZNnmjOXy-Sz7nuvxEHIEl7T5SU6dhF2bVUMOQOWx04-3y_o5qIkJhy-GnYWvlfK00bKJxw9A/s200/PC240075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154345456863805922" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><br /></span></p><br /><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Bradley Hand ITC";">”Jeg gjerne palmegrene vil om din krybbe strø<br />For deg, <b style="">for deg alene</b> jeg leve vil og dø<br />Kom la min sjel deg finne sin rette gledesstund<br />At du ble født her inne i hjertets dype grunn”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: "Bradley Hand ITC";"><span style=""> </span>-mitt hjerte alltid vanker-<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:9;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-82797837720026717372007-12-31T11:24:00.001+01:002007-12-31T15:33:20.925+01:00everything glorious...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcHQPDuQ-JvB3UGDPGR-KhIdIhNIPo0HK13xs2zj_yZiCLI4TcXtY4W24t2Y-RaAJMy-YFB5dbKXK9hPWqi9-UTgR32sfqy0Eff3EfN9rjsAUjU57sduKQtT8UcRsJR9OmpavlXg/s1600-h/DSCN2813.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcHQPDuQ-JvB3UGDPGR-KhIdIhNIPo0HK13xs2zj_yZiCLI4TcXtY4W24t2Y-RaAJMy-YFB5dbKXK9hPWqi9-UTgR32sfqy0Eff3EfN9rjsAUjU57sduKQtT8UcRsJR9OmpavlXg/s320/DSCN2813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150142831364669874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >The day is brighter here with You</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">The night is lighter than its hue</span><br />Would lead me to believe<br />Which leads me to believe<br /><br />You make everything glorious<br />You make everything glorious<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You make everything glorious</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And I am Yours</span><br />What does that make me<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My eyes are small but they have seen</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The beauty of enormous things</span><br />Which leads me to believe<br />There`s light enough to see that<br /><br />From glory to glory<br />You are glorious You are glorious<br />From glory to glory<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You are glorious You are glorious</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Which leads me to believe</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Why I can believe<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">-David Crowder-</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-21282845157199195322007-11-16T00:15:00.001+01:002007-11-16T03:13:28.587+01:00derfor elsker jeg Afrika...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoZblDo7zlvreW6aU-3Mpssix_MzmZcSgnZXB7WQDniOjIf5NkU75T1CE5iE8jJlxG3-g0jZk5Ju7SxWa8MXOk2TghbEIBA9tFOPJKc6XHKQMxwyND82W3_Mgpb2Rz-7pZwney0A/s1600-h/Afrikansk+kreativitet+49.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoZblDo7zlvreW6aU-3Mpssix_MzmZcSgnZXB7WQDniOjIf5NkU75T1CE5iE8jJlxG3-g0jZk5Ju7SxWa8MXOk2TghbEIBA9tFOPJKc6XHKQMxwyND82W3_Mgpb2Rz-7pZwney0A/s320/Afrikansk+kreativitet+49.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133211040682141026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">menneskene er kreative...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZiH1iHyWno5K2AeVAUwM_CeGti4OZ03Nm8q7sKTKT6tR7lTJbbvixeRH8mPBaodqcz82ghUnhhyphenhyphenPZEHNopVNOJjdxv6bewlT0tYSqj1piKGU9fv0ctA4IrllJw2J1E6Ac-tNjgA/s1600-h/P%C3%A5skefeiring+hos+Tigist+194.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZiH1iHyWno5K2AeVAUwM_CeGti4OZ03Nm8q7sKTKT6tR7lTJbbvixeRH8mPBaodqcz82ghUnhhyphenhyphenPZEHNopVNOJjdxv6bewlT0tYSqj1piKGU9fv0ctA4IrllJw2J1E6Ac-tNjgA/s320/P%C3%A5skefeiring+hos+Tigist+194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133216813118186930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;">kaffen er eksepsjonell...</span><br /><br /><br /></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-vWSIWb_NTotrjI041fk-fjOZLO_8VKN0bgQllNZVIA8gkV2k8gLfB1oUydglTWD3m0MMC4mtQAmXmqlht1fSXOu8IS68sR5CAKq-tIsQEKMW7vq9acuWYRtXmGt08W7AnDw3GA/s1600-h/S%C3%B8ndagsm%C3%B8te+p%C3%A5+landsbygda+230.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-vWSIWb_NTotrjI041fk-fjOZLO_8VKN0bgQllNZVIA8gkV2k8gLfB1oUydglTWD3m0MMC4mtQAmXmqlht1fSXOu8IS68sR5CAKq-tIsQEKMW7vq9acuWYRtXmGt08W7AnDw3GA/s320/S%C3%B8ndagsm%C3%B8te+p%C3%A5+landsbygda+230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133217354284066242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />menigheten gir av det beste de eier i kollekt...</span><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigw4_veKcuRRYgZPzywLORPCueFSwjlQ8joIiA3K59yYdhyIy5oEhz-FDbngwboet-faV2gRwjZ9_tkw0RoZsvbYlT0dxwjEyMxU95FcFKuTi2zKC9Ub87_QB25zPqBcGNE7FEcQ/s1600-h/P%C3%A5+tur+til+Koffale+281.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigw4_veKcuRRYgZPzywLORPCueFSwjlQ8joIiA3K59yYdhyIy5oEhz-FDbngwboet-faV2gRwjZ9_tkw0RoZsvbYlT0dxwjEyMxU95FcFKuTi2zKC9Ub87_QB25zPqBcGNE7FEcQ/s320/P%C3%A5+tur+til+Koffale+281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133221443092932050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;">alt er relativt...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> ...også elsker de Jesus der!!!<br /></span></span></span>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-74085197419857278672007-11-12T23:16:00.000+01:002007-11-12T23:32:54.133+01:00fra hjertet av Afrika...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0552v4lRLs2KaHXGaPBcVtAu7ydZL0CmxaY6Up1bneOmX8NVj8qP6K_qPZLYGSqcrVeQ0SzdqUTNZcBBAPazKWmBZh9mGb1_PAyjeN46wJVTcFTQe9kLy9RlisSlxQImzKMkJ7g/s1600-h/Lunsj+bes%C3%B8k+etter+kirka+254.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0552v4lRLs2KaHXGaPBcVtAu7ydZL0CmxaY6Up1bneOmX8NVj8qP6K_qPZLYGSqcrVeQ0SzdqUTNZcBBAPazKWmBZh9mGb1_PAyjeN46wJVTcFTQe9kLy9RlisSlxQImzKMkJ7g/s400/Lunsj+bes%C3%B8k+etter+kirka+254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132082764831971714" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Kjenner det er på tida å huske å være barn igjen,<br />slutte å sette så fryktelig store krav.<br />Kjenner jeg må begynne å søke igjen,<br />tette igjen der det trekker med litt reinlav.<br /><br />"...må bare falle ned for Dine føtter,<br />og tilbe Deg min gud..."<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">-Jan Honningdal-</span><br /></span></span></div>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-68293844730375149692007-08-07T12:22:00.000+02:002007-08-07T13:51:34.730+02:00Prinsessen Din<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMVY9By83OtZxLgtScVFg_bfMH4Vx11GeqzrsN1Q0lPdIx2xj9Jobl5C-pjGFs9iolVmhCCF83HgbakJGsajZC5OlqTrELdixnABJ1wxeSzOEvLa4fjC1rmHuwwuWRA7eeNErIfQ/s1600-h/17.mai+109.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095904262615820290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMVY9By83OtZxLgtScVFg_bfMH4Vx11GeqzrsN1Q0lPdIx2xj9Jobl5C-pjGFs9iolVmhCCF83HgbakJGsajZC5OlqTrELdixnABJ1wxeSzOEvLa4fjC1rmHuwwuWRA7eeNErIfQ/s320/17.mai+109.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">"Jesus Du er Konge </span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">og bor i himlens slott</span></em> </div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Vi får være Dine barn </span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">og leve trygt og godt</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Det kan høres ut som </span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>et vakkert eventyr</strong></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Men Du fins på ord`ntlig </span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">og det betyr</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">At jeg får være prinsessen din</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Du er Kongen min</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Jeg er som en perle </span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">i Ditt smykkeskrin</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Ja, jeg får være prinsessen Din</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Jeg er glad fordi</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Jeg får kalle meg </span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">prinsessen Din"</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>-</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><em><strong>Du er Kongen min og jeg prinsessen Din</strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>Du får meg til å føle meg så fin!</strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">-Lisa børud-</span></em></div>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-15736393455133839192007-07-27T19:28:00.000+02:002007-07-28T01:15:02.023+02:00Nordos=fragrance...<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnYdsikO4Fz4vl4VF0nAF14BLj6YuWwoZ752RCM98Nl_X_AAlwIVKaEWBbbXBoSUkaz1N4JXMM0V0PdSDNCkWIl0CGSxGz3zExTfF8kj_mFl0s71uyUwswQJycNXKYTJzrkxchTw/s1600-h/Bursdagsfeiring+22+%C3%A5r!!!+(69).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091930700607481842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnYdsikO4Fz4vl4VF0nAF14BLj6YuWwoZ752RCM98Nl_X_AAlwIVKaEWBbbXBoSUkaz1N4JXMM0V0PdSDNCkWIl0CGSxGz3zExTfF8kj_mFl0s71uyUwswQJycNXKYTJzrkxchTw/s400/Bursdagsfeiring+22+%C3%A5r!!!+(69).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>I believe in Jesus</strong> and I believe in mentoring!</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">This is my most precious mentor, Nardos!</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-6750969665081815702007-07-25T18:39:00.000+02:002007-07-25T19:15:55.089+02:00BEAUTY!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0sGGVc298ZwQCtLk3qtTfOSdCOplG4SnMzwDGOXP5hma88mp62JJbVJdfxRpoAiwWBx0FPBQhGTOFBmYp3Bg4EGUKUFZccTaaxCsMH8X3kZutQgivEEfjtuC0aKd3owc8WDHH_g/s1600-h/Bilde+138.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091177178660169698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0sGGVc298ZwQCtLk3qtTfOSdCOplG4SnMzwDGOXP5hma88mp62JJbVJdfxRpoAiwWBx0FPBQhGTOFBmYp3Bg4EGUKUFZccTaaxCsMH8X3kZutQgivEEfjtuC0aKd3owc8WDHH_g/s200/Bilde+138.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX6oYXuII6Fc-GvTuv6-RG6PdunMO2df0mLf8w8CMX-Wig89ZA0xL1HiPS9DXMmx2trJV1Yiqm7MKyganBMUS-dXRd7dn7r97ugmBufLx3i4dCckrIdTtjk3Lu11W00A84nWuMJw/s1600-h/Bilde+144.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091176744868472786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX6oYXuII6Fc-GvTuv6-RG6PdunMO2df0mLf8w8CMX-Wig89ZA0xL1HiPS9DXMmx2trJV1Yiqm7MKyganBMUS-dXRd7dn7r97ugmBufLx3i4dCckrIdTtjk3Lu11W00A84nWuMJw/s200/Bilde+144.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVJb8K1u7sJiw8xSCdkfS45aRcoBPzbXgFDPkmGeQZT-VJHmPkC0iaQoIKkZYsqBE-OXwkqE_iisAg-KrnqJhLHdchgPE_RrhO7CfVSpqilhZQtmVT5lCaoYCJkNPumouUDwWOlA/s1600-h/Bilde+139.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091176487170435010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVJb8K1u7sJiw8xSCdkfS45aRcoBPzbXgFDPkmGeQZT-VJHmPkC0iaQoIKkZYsqBE-OXwkqE_iisAg-KrnqJhLHdchgPE_RrhO7CfVSpqilhZQtmVT5lCaoYCJkNPumouUDwWOlA/s200/Bilde+139.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><div><em><span style="font-size:100%;">"It was majestic in beauty..."</span></em><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Eze 31,7</span></div></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div></div>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-41912167859088273992007-07-23T13:30:00.000+02:002007-07-23T13:43:21.278+02:00hvile...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibyPhyqYzsjn6N9hZS5fjCy1O3BDO8uyJLWVSntFuKr6Yslnd5CMMLWWzqJwbQ-e4n7jmnhPgxb6Tnn1NUPeAGcTCqB3jeyVDMZQAYyZqpj-Tb_u4tDMB5efFfRdxVZATYvueM0A/s1600-h/NLM+Resort+Place+Awassa+48.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090354043882923954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibyPhyqYzsjn6N9hZS5fjCy1O3BDO8uyJLWVSntFuKr6Yslnd5CMMLWWzqJwbQ-e4n7jmnhPgxb6Tnn1NUPeAGcTCqB3jeyVDMZQAYyZqpj-Tb_u4tDMB5efFfRdxVZATYvueM0A/s320/NLM+Resort+Place+Awassa+48.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> Vel hjemme og forberedelser til et nytt år står for døren, </span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">mange tanker, nye visjoner og drømmer </span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">og ikke minst nye forventninger fyller tanker og sinn. </span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Men da stopper Gud meg </span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">mens jeg raser igjennom en stor, krapp sving og sier:<br /><br /><strong>”..rest under this tree!”</strong><br /><strong>Gen 18,5</strong><br /><br />Akkurat i det jeg føler jeg har full kontroll, ført spaken opp i høygir for å kunne rekke unna mest mulig, </span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">kan jeg være glad jeg har en Far som har omsorg for meg. </span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Han har fredstanker for den vesle jenta si, tanker om framtid og håp. </span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Gud har kalt meg inn i hvile denne sommeren, han ønsker at jeg skal finne tilbake til freden og stoppe litt, ta en pust ved hvilens vann. Først når jeg stopper opp kan jeg høre at han hvisker noe til meg, han har en go og kjærlig stemme og varsomt sier han: <strong>”Mitt barn, du er kalt til Å VÆRE!”</strong> Akkurat nå for tiden ligger jeg under treet i svingen, puster lettet ut over at Gud vet hva som er best for meg, og lar meg selv få lov å kjenne litt på livet, på vonde og gode følelser, på savn og virkelighet. Best av alt er de herlige øyeblikkene der jeg nyter det å bare være, være Jorun som Gud har skapt meg til å være. Kjenne at han liker å se at jeg har det bra og ønsker å velsigne meg og fylle meg med sin fred.<br /><strong><br />”Kom til meg, </strong></span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>alle dere som strever </strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>og bærer tunge byrder, </strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>så vil jeg gi dere hvile! </strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Ta mitt åk på dere og lær av meg, </strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>for jeg er tålsom og ydmyk av hjertet, </strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>og dere skal finne hvile for deres sjeler. </strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>For mitt åk er godt og min byrde lett.”<br />Matteus 11,28<br /></strong></div></span></em><div align="center"></div>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-19435863968706271102007-07-22T17:21:00.000+02:002007-07-22T17:30:41.444+02:00skapt for å glede...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7w6os8ZvyiaoB4dmu_tfV79mIJipj-WEVVm-tAz1k2SDewlbvUqduJa-IrZ_diEwemBIfLpU6A9WDJd91nRR_OyXd1cEykaCXqVcy7eCeu8Qijf1_8LDIm2-O6vuy85BHLQqCQ/s1600-h/Bilde+109.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090042663048931234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7w6os8ZvyiaoB4dmu_tfV79mIJipj-WEVVm-tAz1k2SDewlbvUqduJa-IrZ_diEwemBIfLpU6A9WDJd91nRR_OyXd1cEykaCXqVcy7eCeu8Qijf1_8LDIm2-O6vuy85BHLQqCQ/s320/Bilde+109.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> dette gjør meg glad</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">gir meg lyst til å leve</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-22335932918579391582007-07-01T02:05:00.001+02:002007-07-01T02:17:41.522+02:00verdens beste pappa...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYMO4UndpnBY5omYMQgnISfmrqutxQrUCDfcOwKrJV0s5tGxYLW1aMEzj0o6HwdkuUihAoiVyOWZxb4f36if1ahSYZ1JdVAInIxHfu0isZZIemyRmo0-VVrOCzn-YBl0AZX6Oy5A/s1600-h/meg+og+pappa+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082013338327722514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYMO4UndpnBY5omYMQgnISfmrqutxQrUCDfcOwKrJV0s5tGxYLW1aMEzj0o6HwdkuUihAoiVyOWZxb4f36if1ahSYZ1JdVAInIxHfu0isZZIemyRmo0-VVrOCzn-YBl0AZX6Oy5A/s400/meg+og+pappa+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em>"Salige er de som er fattige i seg selv,</em><br /><em>for himmelriket er deres.</em><br /><em>Salig er <strong>de som sørger</strong>,</em><br /><em>for de <strong>skal trøstes</strong>.</em><br /><em>Salige er de tålsomme,</em><br /><em>for de skal arve jorden.</em><br /><em>Salig er de som tørster</em><br /><em>og hungrer etter rettferdigheten,</em><br /><em>for de skal mettes.</em><br /><em>Salig er de barmhjertige,</em><br /><em>for de skal få barmhjertighet.</em><br /><em>Slaig er de rene av hjertet,</em><br /><em>for de skal se Gud.</em><br /><em>Salig er <strong>de som skaper fred</strong>, </em><br /><em>for de <strong>skal kalles guds barn</strong>."</em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Matteus 5,3-9</span></em></div>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-6848912766683515832007-06-28T00:18:00.000+02:002007-06-28T00:42:06.426+02:00dikt som taler...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJKhRQlyfH2lJeQZa5DcgXfAV05jCLVAXeM_HXDehS-AO18qcOFfXgwhKyNFxYRGN1Lg7HixhUnZy1Axn4hJnrXJ95MCJmk1Wz-pBgzXTuWxMRqKSFQ_obwTNQVtEaTFBSvthQgw/s1600-h/NLM+Resort+Place+Awassa+49.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080874708137814514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJKhRQlyfH2lJeQZa5DcgXfAV05jCLVAXeM_HXDehS-AO18qcOFfXgwhKyNFxYRGN1Lg7HixhUnZy1Axn4hJnrXJ95MCJmk1Wz-pBgzXTuWxMRqKSFQ_obwTNQVtEaTFBSvthQgw/s200/NLM+Resort+Place+Awassa+49.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Bestemmelse</span><br /></div></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">-</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I dag går eg ut<br />og lever<br />berre det<br />lever<br />i guds nåde<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">-noen-</span></em></div>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-85450337445973033852007-06-17T23:06:00.000+02:002007-06-18T03:09:02.009+02:00made perfect for a purpose....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihXzsBqVGY9cS8C3KiyUGI02AUc4ZfEcug_640wgV0ukoSJcbEy2NZ-k-yMVGq_lw2J1WYTzLn_nigeeE6hQm_dllG4ifWA3XDXS5zLFLZxm2CDQtElyzvcYPLJUWPp_KrGqI1Q/s1600-h/DSCF1574.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077204696864649522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihXzsBqVGY9cS8C3KiyUGI02AUc4ZfEcug_640wgV0ukoSJcbEy2NZ-k-yMVGq_lw2J1WYTzLn_nigeeE6hQm_dllG4ifWA3XDXS5zLFLZxm2CDQtElyzvcYPLJUWPp_KrGqI1Q/s320/DSCF1574.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTpt0haDi5bnxQxgeHxMObPAvtN83ius_WhLUuJWRqx47Gz81QZHXc-B56S9p9wYyg_6RxaiUVyc6iVnAnzAvDZsmVor-lon3_uWFvNmaoEdpZQA92vv0Esi1svjEeUwS4LgKRGw/s1600-h/DSCF1578.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077204705454584130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTpt0haDi5bnxQxgeHxMObPAvtN83ius_WhLUuJWRqx47Gz81QZHXc-B56S9p9wYyg_6RxaiUVyc6iVnAnzAvDZsmVor-lon3_uWFvNmaoEdpZQA92vv0Esi1svjEeUwS4LgKRGw/s320/DSCF1578.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwA91rdsCLWndzpudpaWhyiN61n1RIENKdgXF9ykqhWr8FsklKC1K-C16gvNu4H2pUcdK5EQ2lFhaPdcaO094S1dHyJoeMjfxmmaiMZ8MyLwMjZgLRJ7y9WDvUuClouw4YNP1qbA/s1600-h/november+155.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077204709749551442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwA91rdsCLWndzpudpaWhyiN61n1RIENKdgXF9ykqhWr8FsklKC1K-C16gvNu4H2pUcdK5EQ2lFhaPdcaO094S1dHyJoeMjfxmmaiMZ8MyLwMjZgLRJ7y9WDvUuClouw4YNP1qbA/s320/november+155.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ4Ktt21IBS2Gp5NU_7iOQkp0deCAxA5f_DPlLs43FEYc1Hn5ULFmjNFh2ylNXFJGtL_S1htm4DuFoHYuiYpeleVGowE3RipLeo0fd0Lp-9rYC9SDBcZyaqGTXUKKrvjltfbqLkQ/s1600-h/november+167.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077204718339486050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ4Ktt21IBS2Gp5NU_7iOQkp0deCAxA5f_DPlLs43FEYc1Hn5ULFmjNFh2ylNXFJGtL_S1htm4DuFoHYuiYpeleVGowE3RipLeo0fd0Lp-9rYC9SDBcZyaqGTXUKKrvjltfbqLkQ/s320/november+167.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinvSCeKXC69Ejxy-98oK91gJX_i0XgAfRw7ITGPW5Mzt2gqbqCuIRX-0KTow7SiYFUIK35FTeUYG4dnS-hNlDKm4JN9vYbvW0A_iy6Y1Kysc796yGkly_zHcicSEUf7VPF4eYfEQ/s1600-h/Første+kirke+landsby+besøk+102.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077204726929420658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinvSCeKXC69Ejxy-98oK91gJX_i0XgAfRw7ITGPW5Mzt2gqbqCuIRX-0KTow7SiYFUIK35FTeUYG4dnS-hNlDKm4JN9vYbvW0A_iy6Y1Kysc796yGkly_zHcicSEUf7VPF4eYfEQ/s320/F%C3%B8rste+kirke+landsby+bes%C3%B8k+102.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-10160680926871499982007-06-10T19:29:00.000+02:002007-06-10T20:04:48.197+02:00i`m blessed...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAFLsk5zfP7KDUO0Zd8LjBkjOkXh0THMl_KEaxhRSBy8MDKQjcDSnMDQCEg3RnvfOZOtV7vpfWYircufXUvLuKAZS1bQdFRmMdVap9tMPxyIy-0ISPkLaKRrMRYcgxf_lLed4aIA/s1600-h/Marianne+&+meg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074495740731978018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAFLsk5zfP7KDUO0Zd8LjBkjOkXh0THMl_KEaxhRSBy8MDKQjcDSnMDQCEg3RnvfOZOtV7vpfWYircufXUvLuKAZS1bQdFRmMdVap9tMPxyIy-0ISPkLaKRrMRYcgxf_lLed4aIA/s320/Marianne+%26+meg.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong> MUM</strong> </em><em>family </em><em>friends </em><em>swimming </em><em>home </em><em>norway </em><em>sun </em><em>summer <strong>JESUS</strong> </em></div><div align="center"><em>breeze </em><em>music </em><em>shorts</em><em><strong> </strong></em><em>freedom </em><em>food </em><em>barbeque </em><em>icecream </em><em>flowers </em></div><div align="center"><em>colours </em><em>fresh-air </em><em>grass </em><em>peace </em><em>bicycle </em><em>forest </em><em>salad ocean life grace</em><em><strong> </strong>shoes </em><em>mountains </em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>LOVE</strong></em><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-84301457762867103452007-06-06T21:29:00.000+02:002007-06-10T20:06:39.177+02:00I`m still clay...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2WbVloVCtrWKtTDlzPjTEDrV8nb-UnAn85yT1GdXEEhkFUDNbUFF4oW57bE_3O8qQc2q9boym9sqhfjIcNIJ6abLW0w26cOFn2MzQf2TVZ7xJQ-DiFhPrnRU_JRDCCE8VISU_5A/s1600-h/Mars,+Koffale+++Addis+181.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073037036694270210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2WbVloVCtrWKtTDlzPjTEDrV8nb-UnAn85yT1GdXEEhkFUDNbUFF4oW57bE_3O8qQc2q9boym9sqhfjIcNIJ6abLW0w26cOFn2MzQf2TVZ7xJQ-DiFhPrnRU_JRDCCE8VISU_5A/s200/Mars,+Koffale+%2B+Addis+181.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>"I always purpose in my heart, </em><br /><p><em>to do things the right way, </em></p><p><em>then <strong>I realize I`m still clay</strong>"</em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Sometimes it feels like the world is just passing me by in an enormous speed and I even run around an away from my own feelings and sense of mind. When I look back I only see my bloody & sinful hands printed everywhere, and when I look forward I see myself just so far behind everything else, in the place I least want to be. Praise God His love never fails...</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>I`M NOTHING</strong></span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">I`m always in this place, </span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">where the things I seem to take, </span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">are the things I wish would fade</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">I always purpose in my heart, to do things the right way, </span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">then I realize I`m still clay</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">And this peice that`s being shaped, </span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">will be a beauty you create</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">I`m nothing without your love </span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">I`m unworthy but your death has been enough </span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">I`m completed by your touch </span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">But I feel like I`ve been given so much</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">And I thank you, I thank you</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">I wouldn`t even face, all the troubles of the day, </span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">if it wasn`t for your grace</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Sometimes I even wait, to see if I`m awake, </span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">seems so good I can`t relate</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Your every word I crave, </span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">and I`m greateful for every breath I take</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">When I`m feeling all my shame, you won`t let it stay, </span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>I sail away into your love</strong></span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">I`m taking every day, to give my life away, </span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">it`s the only way I know</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Jeremy Camp</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></p>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-19925526064633258182007-05-27T22:06:00.000+02:002007-05-27T22:33:52.651+02:00fly to Jesus...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYx0pZxt_Bf-IRf9OhS1K982NW95mDME9RLrPoftbro9Y7FU3ydv9ytRXFzZYgbVWwo7j2WKkcl0hEo7az77R3cAiZtk3nHw5Lp5QX3VUkxnkPGKrF1GDeERhkwLGPOOypp8ZtZQ/s1600-h/Fotballtrenening+26.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069337349373661650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYx0pZxt_Bf-IRf9OhS1K982NW95mDME9RLrPoftbro9Y7FU3ydv9ytRXFzZYgbVWwo7j2WKkcl0hEo7az77R3cAiZtk3nHw5Lp5QX3VUkxnkPGKrF1GDeERhkwLGPOOypp8ZtZQ/s400/Fotballtrenening+26.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em><strong>Weak</strong> and <strong>wounded</strong> sinner, </em><em><strong>Lost</strong> and <strong>left to die</strong> </em></div><div align="center"><em>O, raise your head, </em><em>for love is passing by </em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>Come to Jesus, </em><em>Come to Jesus </em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>Come to Jesus and live!</strong> </em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>-</em></div><div align="center"><em>Now <strong>your burden's lifted</strong>, </em><em>And carried far away </em></div><div align="center"><em>And precious blood </em><em>has <strong>washed away</strong> the stain, </em><em>so </em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>Sing to Jesus, </em><em>Sing to Jesus </em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>Sing to Jesus and live!</strong> </em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>-</em></div><div align="center"><em>And like a newborn baby, </em><em><strong>Don't be afraid</strong> to crawl </em></div><div align="center"><em>And remember <strong>when you walk</strong>, </em><em>Sometimes <strong>we fall</strong>...so </em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>Fall on Jesus, </em><em>Fall on Jesus </em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>Fall on Jesus and live!</strong> </em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>-</em></div><div align="center"><em>Sometimes the way is <strong>lonely</strong>, </em><em>And <strong>steep </strong>and <strong>filled with pain</strong> </em></div><div align="center"><em>So if your sky is dark </em><em>and pours the rain, then </em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>Cry to Jesus, </em><em>Cry to Jesus </em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>Cry to Jesus and live!</strong> </em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>-</em></div><div align="center"><em>O, and when the <strong>love spills over</strong>, </em><em>And music fills the night </em></div><div align="center"><em>And when you can't contain </em><em>your <strong>joy inside</strong>, then </em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>Dance for Jesus, </em><em>Dance for Jesus </em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>Dance for Jesus and live! </strong></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>-</em></div><div align="center"><em>And with your final heartbeat, </em><em>Kiss the <strong>world goodbye</strong> </em></div><div align="center"><em>Then <strong>go in peace</strong>, </em><em>and <strong>laugh</strong> on Glory's side, and </em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>Fly to Jesus </em><em>Fly to Jesus </em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>Fly to Jesus and live!</strong><br /></em></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirh1m8zEIrMe9M7jkVKdkacNgQQPeS0SDsYqhCso6niwfLY1fcThIeOpCbqe6EVSUcVExIYyvkGWsThq9vGb67FjL1mC18iMKW1MiRLN0-tE2pOBILXRo1MxFY-zz1tDwCrX-zDg/s1600-h/Fotballtrenening+24.JPG"></a><div align="center"></div>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-47383328650486356052007-05-27T21:46:00.000+02:002007-05-27T22:03:25.568+02:00come into His courts...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX5_VK0ZbrVhjJnAAMt6kKP2Ji0s33GOG2Wgl6lYmy1zHzmg8MUwxD8YKUp6WfSA-U7sJowpAncR3JcaW5wmyrtBjKRTmk06cfZBrRlJkQj3ZxI7fnP3mBydhBEzz32GEY7Gzi3Q/s1600-h/YWAM-Ethiopia+02.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069330730829058482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX5_VK0ZbrVhjJnAAMt6kKP2Ji0s33GOG2Wgl6lYmy1zHzmg8MUwxD8YKUp6WfSA-U7sJowpAncR3JcaW5wmyrtBjKRTmk06cfZBrRlJkQj3ZxI7fnP3mBydhBEzz32GEY7Gzi3Q/s320/YWAM-Ethiopia+02.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><strong> "Ascribe to the Lord </strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>the glory due His name; </strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>bring an offering </strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>and come into His courts. </strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>Worship the Lord </strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>in the splendor of His holiness."</strong></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Psalm 96,8-9</span></em><br /></span></div><div align="center"></div>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-6046960432940891802007-03-03T15:24:00.000+01:002007-05-27T22:36:54.219+02:00vær meg nær...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWFGKt2HMQ9l9JU166noCQ9Yx26eSZKsHKp2vE-6eqOSqkiYJcYLH9M6peAGteWu0jXzA3c9YwDaSfPKIQNUfYqFGW3Cl78CS5Vd338PgiBcof0tb3MJ1XWelq3wmY0bpaopCwUw/s1600-h/Countryside053.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037716319214103602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWFGKt2HMQ9l9JU166noCQ9Yx26eSZKsHKp2vE-6eqOSqkiYJcYLH9M6peAGteWu0jXzA3c9YwDaSfPKIQNUfYqFGW3Cl78CS5Vd338PgiBcof0tb3MJ1XWelq3wmY0bpaopCwUw/s1600-h/Countryside053.jpg"></a></em></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>"Dra meg nær til deg</em></span></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Hold meg</strong> alltid <strong>fast</strong></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Jeg gir meg helt til deg igjen</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Fortell meg at du er <strong>min venn</strong></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Hør mitt rop o Gud</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Før meg hjem til deg</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Gud <strong>du er alt</strong></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Gud du er alt jeg trenger</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Gud du er alt</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Kom du og <strong>vær meg nær</strong>"</span></em></div>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-20059923531034542012007-02-27T12:29:00.000+01:002007-02-27T13:28:01.395+01:00saan gaar det naar man ikke faar visum....<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwnzVAlcCuQJ0N52bPaS1DRym3ZTbiNsby-ec9g3F1-FDIj4k9ZCC0cU3-MA3_WNzEqoYy6hqI_GlRFSqvqOj69MotYLeGwX-aad1obk2t6jOwCTy48hYWmXLCADcmoO_P_dvf3g/s1600-h/120683204_e4083b00c1_o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036176699595738866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwnzVAlcCuQJ0N52bPaS1DRym3ZTbiNsby-ec9g3F1-FDIj4k9ZCC0cU3-MA3_WNzEqoYy6hqI_GlRFSqvqOj69MotYLeGwX-aad1obk2t6jOwCTy48hYWmXLCADcmoO_P_dvf3g/s400/120683204_e4083b00c1_o.jpg" border="0" /></a>H<em><span style="font-size:85%;">er befinner <strong>jeg</strong> meg</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Ruslende rundt paa stranda i Mombasa, Kenya</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Ser paa spennende mennesker</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Samler skjell </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Vasser i det blaa-gronne havet </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Hoerer paa boelgebrus</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Funderer over livet</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Priser Han som gav meg</strong> <strong>livet</strong> </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Livet er godt</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Noen ganger for godt til aa vaere sant</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Gud er mer enn god</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Men ser rundt meg</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Det er saa mange som ikke kjenner Han </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Moeter mennesker hele veien</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">De vet ikke om det virkelige livet med Faderen </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Da skjonner jeg hvor jeg maa ha oeynene mine</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Paa Han</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Slik at mitt liv kan tale om Han</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Han som er</strong> </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Veien</strong>, <strong>Sannheten</strong> og <strong>Livet</strong>!</span></em><br /></div><div align="justify"></div>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-1168466835306352922007-01-10T21:35:00.000+01:002007-01-10T23:34:26.976+01:00å være Guds barn...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2605/2360/1600/823224/Fra%20Daniel%20137.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2605/2360/200/698810/Fra%20Daniel%20137.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2605/2360/1600/444645/Fra%20Daniel%20116.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2605/2360/200/327691/Fra%20Daniel%20116.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2605/2360/1600/111406/Fra%20Daniel%20142.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2605/2360/200/663919/Fra%20Daniel%20142.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>"<em>Se, hvor stor kjærlighet Faderen har vist oss, at vi skal kalles Guds barn, og det er vi."</em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">1.Joh 3,1</span></em></strong></p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Det er det å være <strong>Guds barn</strong> som virkelig gjelder, jeg er <strong>kalt til å være</strong> Hans <strong>datter</strong>. Den sannheten og vissheten er en av de største skattene jeg har, noen ganger må jeg holde ekstra godt på den. Som Hans barn er det godt å vite at <strong>Pappa har kontroll</strong>, det finnes ikke noe han ikke ser. Han er over alt og alle, og hvisker til meg gjennom alt og alle. Ingen er som Ham, <strong>enestående</strong> og <strong>uerstattelig</strong>....ingen kan måle seg hverken i skjønnhet eller styrke. Han tar vare, han tar vare på de han har kjær, <strong>han tar vare på meg</strong>!</span></em></p>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-1167036564313200592006-12-25T08:51:00.000+01:002006-12-25T09:49:24.346+01:00elske slik som du....<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2605/2360/1600/682119/Fra%20Daniel%20127.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2605/2360/320/368889/Fra%20Daniel%20127.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>"<span style="font-size:85%;">Herre gje meg dine auge</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">så eg ser når andre har det vondt.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Herre gje meg dine auge</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">så at eg kan skimte</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">smerte gjennom smil.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Herre gje meg dine øyre</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">så eg høyrar hjertets stille gråt.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Herre gje meg dine øyre</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">så at eg kan høyre </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">tause rop om hjelp.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Herre, gje meg din munn</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">som seierrop, som gleder.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Ord til oppmuntring</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">ord til trøyst</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">ord som gjer håp.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Herre gje meg dine hender</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">som alltid mot alle er strakt ut.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Som klapper ei nedtrykt skulder</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">som stryk bort ei tåre</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">som gir og tar imot.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Herre gje meg av ditt herte</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">så eg lir med menneske som lir.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Så eg gler meg med dei glade</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">så at eg kan elske</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">elske slik som du.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Så at eg kan elske slik som du..."</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </p><div align="center"><br /></div>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-1166832807104991362006-12-23T00:45:00.000+01:002006-12-23T01:13:27.140+01:00I am at the Potter`s House...<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2605/2360/1600/835912/Fra%20Daniel%20079.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2605/2360/400/255905/Fra%20Daniel%20079.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">"Go down to the Potter`s house, and there I will give you my message". </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">So I went down to the Potter`s house, and I saw Him working at the wheel. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">But the pot He was shaping from the clay was ruined in His hands; </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">so the Potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to Him. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Then the word of the Lord came to me: </span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">"O, precious daughter, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">can I not do with you as this potter does?" declares the Lord. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">"Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand, O, precious daughter."</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>"The Lord is close to the BROKENHEARTED </strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>and saves those who are CRUSHED in spirit."</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">-psalm 34,18-</span></em></div>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097068.post-1165264850319256252006-12-04T20:49:00.000+01:002006-12-04T21:40:50.550+01:00dream-team<div align="center"><em>"Herren din Gud er <strong>midt iblant</strong> deg, en helt som <strong>frelser</strong>. </em></div><div align="center"><em>Han <strong>fryder</strong> seg over deg med glede, han <strong>tier</strong> i sin kjærlighet, </em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>jubler</strong> over deg med fryderop!"</em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Sefanja 3,17</span></em></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2605/2360/1600/992336/Fra%20Daniel%20062.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2605/2360/320/807747/Fra%20Daniel%20062.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> Gud sveiser oss sammen, utfordrer oss, velsigner oss...drar oss nærmere Ham! </span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Noen ganger er teamliv som å gå naken på tynn is, andre ganger er det som å danse rundt i en blomstereng hvor alt lukter friskt og godt og en har det som aldri før. </span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Som menneske er jeg ustabil, vanskelig og til tider grusom...i Gud er jeg en vakker prinsesse, hans lille datter som bare danser rundt og ønsker å bli elska og sett. Gud elsker meg, alltid..."Ja, med EVIG kjærlighet har jeg elsket deg!" Jeg elsker Gud også, og det finnes ikke noe bedre enn å kjenne at det er så utrolig gjensidig. Han elsker meg og jeg elsker Han, jeg elsker fordi Han elsket meg først!</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><br /></div></em>Princess Of Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12735672568770377480noreply@blogger.com14