<?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-4394116472822090009</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:04:32.064-08:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='Health'/><title type='text'>From Janette's Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>Thank you for visiting my website. This website contains all the contents of my heart in a Christian  perspective in relation to the different aspects of our lives physically, emotionally, mentally and of course spiritually. To God be the glory!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Janette M. Laurente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305963063229020492</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394116472822090009.post-4523873233116005697</id><published>2008-01-17T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T03:06:26.977-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'>When God Created Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R482kPv1tAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/e4gP3S6DUNM/s1600-h/woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R482kPv1tAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/e4gP3S6DUNM/s320/woman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156400094692881410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I created the heavens and the earth, I spoke them into being. When I created man, I formed him and breathed life into his nostrils. But you, woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of life into man because your nostrils are too delicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I allowed a deep sleep to come over him so I could patiently and perfectly fashion you. Man was put to sleep so that he could not interfere with the creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From one bone I fashioned you. I chose the bone that protects man's life. I chose the rib, which protects his heart and lungs and supports him, as you are meant to do. Around this one bone I shaped you. I modeled you. I created you perfectly and beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your characteristics are as the rib, strong yet delicate and fragile. You provide protection for the most delicate organ in man, his heart. His heart is the center of his being; his lungs hold the breath of life. The rib cage will allow itself to be broken before it will allow damage to the heart. Support man as the rib cage supports the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were not taken from his feet, to be under him, nor were you taken from his head, to be above him. You were taken from his side, to stand beside him and be held close to his side. You are My perfect angel. You are My beautiful little girl. You have grown to be a splendid woman of excellence, and My Eyes fill when I see the virtues in your heart. Your eyes - don't change them. Your lips - how lovely when they part in prayer. Your nose, so perfect in form, your hands so gentle to touch. I've caressed your face in your deepest sleep; I've held your heart close to Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all that lives and breathes, you are the most like Me. Adam walked with Me in the cool of the day and yet he was lonely. He could not see Me or touch Me. He could only feel Me. So everything I wanted Adam to share and experience with Me, I fashioned in you: My Holiness, My Strength, My Purity, My Love, My Protection and Support. You are special because you are the extension of Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man represents My Image - woman, My Emotions. Together, you represent the Totality of God. So man - treat woman well. Love her, respect her, for she is fragile. In hurting her, you hurt Me. What you do to her, you do to Me. In crushing her, you only damage your own heart, the heart of your Father, and the heart of her Father. Woman, support man. In humility, show him the power of emotion I have given you. In gentle quietness show your strength. In love, show him that you are the rib that protects his inner self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addendum -- 1 Corinthians 11:12 (NKJ)   "For as woman came from man, even so man also comes through woman; but all things are from God."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394116472822090009-4523873233116005697?l=palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4523873233116005697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394116472822090009&amp;postID=4523873233116005697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/4523873233116005697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/4523873233116005697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-god-created-woman.html' title='When God Created Woman'/><author><name>Janette M. Laurente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305963063229020492</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R482kPv1tAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/e4gP3S6DUNM/s72-c/woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394116472822090009.post-5705883792948749216</id><published>2008-01-17T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T02:09:55.938-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>LISTEN TO ME</title><content type='html'>Effective immediately, please be aware that there are changes YOU need to make in YOUR life. These changes need to be completed in order that I may fulfill My promises to you to grant you peace, joy and happiness in this life. I apologize for any inconvenience, but after all that I am doing, this seems very little to ask of you. I know, I already gave you the 10 Commandments. Keep them. But follow these guidelines, also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. QUIT WORRYING&lt;br /&gt;      Life has dealt you a blow and all you do is sit and worry. Have you forgotten that I am here to take all your burdens and carry them for you? Or do you just enjoy fretting over every little thing that comes along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2. PUT IT ON THE LIST&lt;br /&gt;      Something needs to be done or taken care of. Put it on the list. No, not YOUR list. Put it on MY to-do-list. Let ME be the one to take care of the problem. I can't help you until you turn it over to Me. And although My to-do-list is long, I am after all... God. I can take care of anything you put into My hands. In fact, if the truth were ever really known, I take care of a lot of things for you that you never even realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3. TRUST ME&lt;br /&gt;      Once you've given your burdens to Me, quit trying to take them back. Trust in Me. Have the faith that I will take care of all your needs. YOUR problems and your trials. Problems with the kids? Put them on My list. Problem with finances? Put it on My list. Problems with your emotional roller coaster? For My sake, put it on My list. I want to help you. All you have to do is ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4. LEAVE IT ALONE&lt;br /&gt;      Don't wake up one morning and say, "Well, I'm feeling much stronger now, I think I can handle it from here." Why do you think you are feeling stronger now? It's simple. You gave Me your burdens and I'm taking care of them. I also renew your strength and cover you in my peace. Don't you know that if I give you these problems back, you will be right back where you started? Leave them with Me and forget about them. Just let Me do my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   5. TALK TO ME&lt;br /&gt;      I want you to forget a lot of things. Forget what was making you crazy. Forget the worry and the fretting because you know I'm in control. But there's one thing I pray you never forget. Please, don't forget to talk to Me - OFTEN! I love YOU! I want to hear your voice. I want you to include Me in on the things going on in your life. I want to hear you talk about your friends and family. Prayer is simply you having a conversation with Me. I want to be your dearest friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   6. HAVE FAITH&lt;br /&gt;      I see a lot of things from up here that you can't see from where you are. Have faith in Me that I know what I'm doing. Trust Me; you wouldn't want the view from My eyes. I will continue to care for you, watch over you, and meet your needs. You only have to trust Me. Although I have a much bigger task than you, it seems as if you have so much trouble just doing your simple part. How hard can trust be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   7. SHARE&lt;br /&gt;      You were taught to share when you were only two years old. When did you forget? That rule still applies. Share with those who are less fortunate than you. Share your joy with those who need encouragement. Share your laughter with those who haven't heard any in such a long time. Share your tears with those who have forgotten how to cry. Share your faith with those who have none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   8. BE PATIENT&lt;br /&gt;      I managed to fix it so in just one lifetime you could have so many diverse experiences. You grow from a child to an adult, have children, change jobs many times, learn many trades, travel to so many places, meet thousands of people, and experience so much. How can you be so impatient then when it takes Me a little longer than you expect to handle something on My to-do-list? Trust in My timing, for My timing is perfect. Just because I created the entire universe in only six days, everyone thinks I should always rush, rush, rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   9. BE KIND&lt;br /&gt;      Be kind to others, for I love them just as much as I love you. They may not dress like you, or talk like you, or live the same way you do, but I still love you all. Please try to get along, for My sake. I created each of you different in some way. It would be too boring if you were all identical. Please, know I love each of your differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  10. LOVE YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;      As much as I love you, how can you not love yourself? You were created by me for one reason only -- to be loved, and to love in return. I am a God of Love. Love Me. Love your neighbors. But also love yourself. It makes My heart ache when I see you so angry with yourself when things go wrong. You are very precious to Me. Don't ever forget that! With all my heart, I love YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GOD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394116472822090009-5705883792948749216?l=palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5705883792948749216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394116472822090009&amp;postID=5705883792948749216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/5705883792948749216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/5705883792948749216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/listen-to-me.html' title='LISTEN TO ME'/><author><name>Janette M. Laurente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305963063229020492</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394116472822090009.post-1117440388961336990</id><published>2008-01-17T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T01:53:27.336-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Reasons To Hope When You're Hurting</title><content type='html'>Reasons to Hope When You're Hurting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. God is truly in control. If God is God, then nothing happens apart from His knowledge and permission. While it is difficult to imagine why God allows some painful things to happen, His character, revealed in the Bible and through the testing of generations, leads us to the conclusion that He is willing and able to sustain you during the worst of times. "We were crushed and completely overwhelmed, and we thought we would never live through it. In fact, we expected to die. But as a result, we learned not to rely on ourselves, but on god who can raise the dead. 2 Corinthians 1:8,9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2. There is an eternal life to come. "Yet what we suffer now is nothing compared to the Glory He will give us later." Romans 8:18 "He will keep you strong right up to the end, and He will keep you free from all blame on the great day when our Lord Jesus Christ returns." 1 Corinthians 1:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3. The story isn't finished yet. Time after time, the Bible records hopeless situations that ultimately ended in victory. Think of Job's sickness, Joseph's betrayal by his brothers, David's adultery and the many who were healed in mind, body and spirit. "But Joseph told them, 'Don't be afraid of me. Am I God, to judge and punish you? As far as I am concerned, God turned into good what you meant for evil. He brought me to the high position I have today so I could save the lives of many people.'" Genesis 50:19,20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4. God has not given up on you! Don't give up on him. "For I know the plans I have for you," says the Lord. "They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope." Jeremiah 29:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   5. There is likely purpose in your pain. Ask God to reveal His purpose in allowing this difficulty in your life. That's a legitimate question to ask. Often, the answer comes in the process of dealing with your circumstance. Dear brothers and sisters, whenever trouble comes your way, let it be an opportunity for joy. For when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow. So let it grow, for when your endurance is fully developed, you will be strong in character and ready for anything. James 1:2-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   6. You are loved! Even the most unlovable person in the world is actually loved so much by God, that He let His Son die a terrible death to restore their relationship. God does love you! He sees your pain and weeps with you. "He has sent Me to comfort the brokenhearted and to announce that captives will be released and prisoners will be freed. He has sent Me to tell those who mourn that the time of the Lords' favor has come, and with it, the day of God's anger against their enemies. To all who mourn in Israel, He will give beauty for ashes, joy instead of mourning, praise instead of despair. For the Lord has planted them like strong and graceful oaks for His own glory. Isaiah 61:1-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   7. Your prayers are heard. You parents - if your children ask you for a loaf of bread, do you give them a stone instead? Or if they ask for a fish, do you give them a snake? Of course not! If you sinful people know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give good gifts to those who ask Him? ~ Matt. 7:9,10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   8. You are not facing this alone. For God has said, "I will never fail you. I will never forsake you." That is why we can say with confidence, "The Lord is my helper, so I will not be afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?" ~ Hebrews 13:5,6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   9. Others have made it through - you can too. Try to connect with others who have gone through similar situations. You will find hope, strength and encouragement. A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back- to-back and conquer. Three are even better, for a triple- braided cord is not easily broken. ~ Ecclesiastes 4:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  10. Reach out to someone else who's struggling. Place your focus on someone else and invest your life in him or her. You may discover that your peace of mind is found in being a source of hope for another. All praise to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. He is the source of every mercy and the God who comforts us. He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When others are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us. ~ 2 Corinthians 1:3,4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394116472822090009-1117440388961336990?l=palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1117440388961336990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394116472822090009&amp;postID=1117440388961336990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/1117440388961336990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/1117440388961336990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/reasons-to-hope-when-youre-hurting.html' title='Reasons To Hope When You&apos;re Hurting'/><author><name>Janette M. Laurente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305963063229020492</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394116472822090009.post-5935657387225505238</id><published>2008-01-05T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T03:14:53.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>A Lesson in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.FriendsterGraphic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://FriendsterGraphic.com/18/3928.gif" border="0" alt="FriendsterGraphic.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.FriendsterGraphic.com"&gt;Image code by FriendsterGraphic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched intently as my little brother was caught in the act. He sat in the corner of the living room, a pen in one hand and my father's brand-new hymnbook in the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my father walked into the room, my brother cowered slightly; he sensed that he had done something wrong. From a distance I could see that he had opened my father's new hymnal and scribbled in it the length and breadth of the first page with a pen. Now, staring at my father fearfully, he and I both waited for his punishment. And as we waited, there was no way we could have known that our father was about to teach us deep and lasting lessons about life and family, lessons that continue to become even clearer through the years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father picked up his prized hymnal, looked at it carefully, and then sat down, without saying a word. Books were precious to him; he was a clergyman and the holder of several degrees. For him, books were knowledge, and yet he loved his children. What he did next was remarkable. Instead of punishing my brother, instead of scolding or yelling or reprimanding, he sat down, took the pen from my brother's hand, and then wrote in the book himself, alongside the scribbles John had made: John's work, 1959, age 2. How many times have I looked into your beautiful face and into your warm, alert eyes looking up at me and thanked God for the one who has now scribbled in my new hymnal. You have made the book sacred, as have your brothers and sister to so much of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow," I thought. "This is punishment?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years and the books came and went. Our family experienced what all families go through and perhaps a little bit more: triumph and tragedy, prosperity and loss, laughter and tears. We gained grandchildren, we lost a son. We always knew our parents loved us and that one of the proofs of their love was the hymnal by the piano. From time to time we would open it, look at the scribbles, read my father's expression of love, and feel uplifted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.FriendsterGraphic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://FriendsterGraphic.com/18/3971.jpg" border="0" alt="FriendsterGraphic.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.FriendsterGraphic.com"&gt;Image code by FriendsterGraphic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that through this simple act my father taught us how every event in life has a positive side - if we are prepared to look at it from another angle - and how precious it is when our lives are touched by little hands. But he also taught us about what really matters in life: people, not objects; tolerance, not judgment; love, not anger. Now I, too, am a father, and, like my dad, a clergyman and holder of degrees. But unlike my father, I do not wait for my daughters to secretly take books from my bookshelf and scribble in them. From time to time I take one down - not just a cheap paperback but a book that I know I will have for many years to come, and I give it to one of my children to scribble or write their names in. And as I look at their artwork, I think about my father, the lessons he taught me, the love he has for us and which I have for my children - love that is at the very heart of a family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about these things and I smile. Then I whisper, "Thank you, Dad."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394116472822090009-5935657387225505238?l=palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5935657387225505238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394116472822090009&amp;postID=5935657387225505238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/5935657387225505238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/5935657387225505238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/lesson-in-love.html' title='A Lesson in Love'/><author><name>Janette M. Laurente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305963063229020492</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394116472822090009.post-2031810150001180191</id><published>2008-01-05T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T03:04:01.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>A Great Life  </title><content type='html'>I've heard the saying, "The best gift parents can ever give to their children is to love each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the pleasure of witnessing the truth of this statement for over 40 years. From as far back as I can remember my Mom and Dad were a team.  A great partnership.  They were more than just a partnership.  It was as if they were one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, they argued, but there was never any doubt in our minds that any disagreements would be worked through and resolved.  Mom and Dad began their married life poor, but they worked hard and, over the years, built a very successful business.  They each had their strengths and weaknesses, but the way they worked together, you never saw the weaknesses, just the strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was the outgoing, more public person with whom people met and fell in love with right away.  Everyone knew Dad!  Then, when they got to meet Mom, they felt the exact same way about her as well. Mom, although not at all shy, was more comfortable being the person behind the scenes.  More detail oriented, she ran the books and, according to Dad, was the one who really made the business work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest lesson about love and marriage that my mom and dad taught us kids was how to talk "about" your spouse.  Have you ever heard husbands and wives, when speaking to others, make unkind remarks about their spouses?  It's one of those things people just seem to do.  Sure, they're "only kidding," or maybe they are not.  But words matter.  And words teach, whether positively or negatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would never hear such a thing from my mom and dad.  Dad always speaks of Mom in the most complimentary, glowing terms.  As does she of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lesson made such an impression on me.  I still remember when I was age 12 and we were getting carpet installed in our home.  The crew boss was one of those stereotypical beer guzzling, hard-living guys, who would have probably belonged to Ralph Kramden's Raccoon Lodge from the old Honeymooner's TV show.   For lunch, my folks bought pizza for the crew. Dad went to talk with the boss about the job.  I was around the corner listening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss said, "This is an expensive job.  Women will really spend your money, won't they?"  Dad responded, "Well, I'll tell you, when they were right there with you before you had any money, it's a pleasure to do anything for them you possibly can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't the answer the carpet installer expected to hear.  He was looking for negative banter about wives which, to him, was natural.  He tried again: "But, gee, they'll really play off that and spend all they can, won't they?"  Dad replied, as I knew he would, "Hey, when they're the reason you're successful, you want them to do the things they enjoy. There's no greater pleasure."  Strike two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crew boss tried one more time, "And they'll take that as far as they can, huh?"  Dad responded, "She's the best thing that ever happened to me.  I'd do anything to make her happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying not to laugh.  I knew he wanted Dad to give in just a little bit and say, "Yeah, I guess that's true."  But it wouldn't happen... not in a million years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the installer gave up and went back to work, probably shaking his head in bewilderment.  Witnessing my dad in that moment taught me more about loving and respecting your wife than anything he could ever have told me about the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad are now retired and enjoying their life together, just hanging out, reading, and visiting their children and grandchildren.  They recently celebrated their 43rd wedding anniversary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They still hold hands, and they are more in love than ever.  Throughout the years, whenever Mom would remind me that I should be looking to get married, I'd say, "Ma, I have plenty of time."  She'd jokingly reply that I don't have "that" much time.  My Dad would then look at me in that wisdom-filled, city streets bred way of his and say, "Hey, you take all the time you need.  If you marry someone just half the woman your mother is, you'll have a great life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should only be so lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.FriendsterGraphic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://FriendsterGraphic.com/21/4049.gif" border="0" alt="FriendsterGraphic.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.FriendsterGraphic.com"&gt;Image code by FriendsterGraphic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394116472822090009-2031810150001180191?l=palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2031810150001180191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394116472822090009&amp;postID=2031810150001180191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/2031810150001180191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/2031810150001180191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/great-life.html' title='A Great Life  &lt;Love One Another&gt;'/><author><name>Janette M. Laurente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305963063229020492</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394116472822090009.post-781312822127075542</id><published>2008-01-05T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T02:41:22.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.FriendsterGraphic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://FriendsterGraphic.com/51/gra22.gif" border="0" alt="FriendsterGraphic.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.FriendsterGraphic.com"&gt;Image code by FriendsterGraphic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394116472822090009-781312822127075542?l=palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/feeds/781312822127075542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394116472822090009&amp;postID=781312822127075542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/781312822127075542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/781312822127075542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/image-code-by-friendstergraphic_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Janette M. 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Laurente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305963063229020492</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394116472822090009.post-1068422487773222841</id><published>2008-01-04T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T07:42:44.341-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>tHe BrIcK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R35Tufv1s_I/AAAAAAAAACo/kmgcy3kZQ3E/s1600-h/brick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R35Tufv1s_I/AAAAAAAAACo/kmgcy3kZQ3E/s320/brick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151647082019664882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;About ten years ago, a young and very successful      executive named Josh was traveling down a Chicago neighborhood street. He      was going a bit too fast in his sleek, black, 12 cylinder Jaguar XKE, which      was only two months old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He was watching for kids darting out from between      parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car      passed, no child darted out, but a brick sailed out and - WHUMP! - it      smashed Into the Jag's shiny black side door! SCREECH..!!!! Brakes slammed!      Gears ground into reverse, and tires madly spun the Jaguar back to the spot      from where the brick had been thrown. Josh jumped out of the car, grabbed      the kid and pushed him up against a parked car. He shouted at the kid, "What      was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing?!"      Building up a head of steam, he went on. "That's my new Jag, that brick you      threw is gonna cost you a lot of money. Why did you throw it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Please, mister, please. . . I'm sorry! I didn't know      what else to do!" Pleaded the youngster. "I threw the brick because no one      else would stop!" Tears were dripping down the boy's chin as he pointed      around the parked car. "It's my brother, mister," he said. "He rolled off      the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up." Sobbing,      the boy asked the executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his      wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Moved beyond words, the young executive tried      desperately to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. Straining,      he lifted the young man back into the wheelchair and took out his      handkerchief and wiped the scrapes and cuts, checking to see that everything      was going to be OK. He then watched the younger brother push him down the      sidewalk toward their home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It was a long walk back to the sleek, black, shining,      12 cylinder Jaguar XKE -a long and slow walk. Josh never did fix the side      door of his Jaguar. He kept the dent to remind him not to go through life so      fast that someone has to throw a brick at him to get his attention. . . Some      bricks are softer than others. Feel for the bricks of life coming at to you.      For all the negative things we have to say to ourselves, God has positive      answers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394116472822090009-1068422487773222841?l=palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1068422487773222841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394116472822090009&amp;postID=1068422487773222841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/1068422487773222841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/1068422487773222841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/brick.html' title='tHe BrIcK'/><author><name>Janette M. Laurente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305963063229020492</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R35Tufv1s_I/AAAAAAAAACo/kmgcy3kZQ3E/s72-c/brick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394116472822090009.post-3596277329620274636</id><published>2008-01-04T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T07:33:00.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R35Rlfv1s9I/AAAAAAAAACY/t0dP1m4A77Y/s1600-h/lovebirds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R35Rlfv1s9I/AAAAAAAAACY/t0dP1m4A77Y/s320/lovebirds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151644728377586642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R35RM_v1s8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/4NJQX2JxASA/s1600-h/heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R35RM_v1s8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/4NJQX2JxASA/s320/heart.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151644307470791618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;ul type="circle"&gt;&lt;li&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love starts with a smile,        grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't cry over anyone who won't cry        over you.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good friends are hard to find, harder        to leave, and impossible to forget.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You can only go as far as you push.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Actions speak louder than words.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The hardest thing to do is watch the        one you love, love somebody else.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't let the past hold you back;        you're missing the good stuff.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life's short. If you don't look        around once in a while, you might miss it.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A best friend is like a four leaf        clover: hard to find and lucky to have.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you think that the world means        nothing, think again. You might mean the world to someone else.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When it hurts to look back, and        you're scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend        will be there&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;True friendship never ends.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friends are forever.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good friends are like stars....You        don't always see them, but you know they are always there.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't frown. You never know who is        falling in love with your smile.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you do when the only person        who can make you stop crying is the person who made you cry?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOBODY IS PERFECT UNTIL YOU FALL IN        LOVE WITH THEM. (Isn't that the truth?)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everything is okay in the end. If        it's not okay, then it's not the end.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff3333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;     Most people walk in and out of you life. But only True friends leave      footprints in your heart.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff00cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Send this on to everyone      special in your life, even the people who really make you mad sometimes.      Whether we realize it or not, everyone we know is very special to us. &lt;/b&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff00cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When we look back on our      younger years, we will  remember the people who went to school with us, the      people who made us laugh, the people who hung out with us when nobody else      would, and the  people who made our lives much better simply by being a part      of it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff00cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There may be somebody      who is thinking about you RIGHT NOW and wishing that you were around. That's      the wonderful thing about friendship-you always feel loved and cared about.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff00cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The most important thing      to remember is... Always appreciate the friends that you have. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff3366;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A fight may come and go      very easily, but a friendship could last forever.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff3366;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For every second spent      in anger, a minute of happiness is wasted.  So send this to your friends and      let them know that you care.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394116472822090009-3596277329620274636?l=palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3596277329620274636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394116472822090009&amp;postID=3596277329620274636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/3596277329620274636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/3596277329620274636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/friendship-and-love.html' title='FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE'/><author><name>Janette M. Laurente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305963063229020492</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R35Rlfv1s9I/AAAAAAAAACY/t0dP1m4A77Y/s72-c/lovebirds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394116472822090009.post-7114056341597108198</id><published>2008-01-04T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T07:25:19.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R35P0_v1s7I/AAAAAAAAACI/ucMgA784lOk/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R35P0_v1s7I/AAAAAAAAACI/ucMgA784lOk/s320/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151642795642303410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3300cc;"&gt;A story is told about a        soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He        called his parents from San Francisco. &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3300cc;"&gt;"Mom and Dad,      I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring      home with me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3300cc;"&gt;"Sure," they      replied, "we'd love to meet him." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3300cc;"&gt;"There's      something you should know the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in      the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has      nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3300cc;"&gt;"I'm sorry to      hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3300cc;"&gt;"No, Mom and      Dad, I want him to live with us." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3300cc;"&gt;"Son," said      the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap      would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we      can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should      just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his      own." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3300cc;"&gt;At that point,      the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few      days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police.      Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police      believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco      and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They      recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they      didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3300cc;"&gt;The parents in      this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are      good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who      inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away      from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are.      Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves      us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family,      regardless of how messed up we are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;     Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that      God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to      help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!!!     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0033;"&gt;There's a      miracle called Friendship That dwells in the heart You don't know how it      happens Or when it gets started But you know the special lift It always      brings And you realize that Friendship Is God's most precious gift! &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0033;"&gt;Friends      are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to      succeed They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want      to open their hearts to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394116472822090009-7114056341597108198?l=palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7114056341597108198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394116472822090009&amp;postID=7114056341597108198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/7114056341597108198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/7114056341597108198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/unconditional-love.html' title='Unconditional Love'/><author><name>Janette M. Laurente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305963063229020492</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R35P0_v1s7I/AAAAAAAAACI/ucMgA784lOk/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394116472822090009.post-8353116322343730035</id><published>2008-01-04T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T07:17:53.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>THE WINDOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R35ODPv1s6I/AAAAAAAAACA/sfPRF7Kz0sE/s1600-h/window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R35ODPv1s6I/AAAAAAAAACA/sfPRF7Kz0sE/s320/window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151640841432183714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LAUREN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same      hospital room. One man  was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour a day      to drain the fluids from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only      window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of      their wives and   families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in      the military  service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon      when the  man in the bed next to the window could sit up, he would pass the      time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the      window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The man in the other bed would live for those      one-hour periods where  his world would be broadened and enlivened by all      the activity and  color of the outside world. The window overlooked a park      with a lovely lake, the man had said. Ducks and swans played on the water      while  children sailed their model boats. Lovers walked arm in arm amid      flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape,      and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the      man by the window described all this in exquisite  detail, the man on the      other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque      scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One warm afternoon the man by the window described      a parade passing by.  Although the other man could not hear the band, he      could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it      with descriptive  words. Unexpectedly, an alien thought entered his head:      Why should hehave all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to      see  anything? It didn't seem fair. As the thought fermented, the man felt       ashamed at first. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights,      his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He   began to      brood and found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that  window - and      that thought now controlled his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Late one night, as he lay staring at the ceiling,      the man by the window  began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his      lungs. The other man   watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man      by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across      the room, he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have      brought the nurse running. In less than five minutes, the coughing and      choking  stopped, along with the sound of breathing. Now, there was only      silence--deathly silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The following morning, the day nurse arrived to      bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by      the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendant to take it      away--no  words, no fuss. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the man asked if      he  could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the      switch and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one      elbow to take his   first look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it      all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the      bed. It faced a blank wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The pursuit of happiness is a      matter of choice...it is a positive attitude we consciously choose to      express. It is not a gift that gets delivered to our doorstep each morning,      nor does it come through the window. And I am certain that our circumstances      are just a small part of what makes us joyful. If we wait for them to get      just right, we will never find lasting joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The pursuit of happiness is an      inward journey. Our minds are like   programs, awaiting the code that will      determine behaviors; like bank vaults awaiting our deposits. If we regularly      deposit positive, encouraging, and uplifting thoughts, if we continue to      bite our lips  just before we begin to grumble and complain, if we shoot      down that seemingly harmless negative thought as it germinates, we will find      that there is much to rejoice about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394116472822090009-8353116322343730035?l=palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8353116322343730035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394116472822090009&amp;postID=8353116322343730035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/8353116322343730035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/8353116322343730035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/window.html' title='THE WINDOW'/><author><name>Janette M. Laurente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305963063229020492</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R35ODPv1s6I/AAAAAAAAACA/sfPRF7Kz0sE/s72-c/window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394116472822090009.post-8656890811167070877</id><published>2008-01-04T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T07:10:27.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>DETERMINATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In 1883, a creative engineer      named John Roebling was inspired by an idea to build a spectacular bridge      connecting New York with the Long Island. However bridge building experts      throughout the world thought that this was an impossible feat and told      Roebling to forget the idea. It just could not be done. It was not      practical. It had never been done before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Roebling could not ignore the      vision he had in his mind of this bridge. He thought about it all the time      and he knew deep in his heart that it could be done. He just had to share      the dream with someone else. After much discussion and persuasion he managed      to convince his son Washington, an up and coming engineer, that the bridge      in fact could be built. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Working together for the      first time, the father and son developed concepts of how it could be      accomplished and how the obstacles could be overcome. With great excitement      and inspiration, and the headiness of a wild challenge before them, they      hired their crew and began to build their dream bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The project started well, but      when it was only a few months underway a tragic accident on the site took      the life of John Roebling. Washington was injured and left with a certain      amount of brain damage, which resulted in him not being able to walk or talk      or even move.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"We told them so."&lt;br /&gt;    "Crazy men and their crazy dreams."&lt;br /&gt;    "It`s foolish to chase wild visions."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone had a negative      comment to make and felt that the project should be scrapped since the      Roeblings were the only ones who knew how the bridge could be built. In      spite of his handicap Washington was never discouraged and still had a      burning desire to complete the bridge and his mind was still as sharp as      ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He tried to inspire and pass      on his enthusiasm to some of his friends, but they were too daunted by the      task. As he lay on his bed in his hospital room, with the sunlight streaming      through the windows, a gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtains apart      and he was able to see the sky and the tops of the trees outside for just a      moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It seemed that there was a      message for him not to give up. Suddenly an idea hit him. All he could do      was move one finger and he decided to make the best use of it. By moving      this, he slowly developed a code of communication with his wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He touched his wife's arm      with that finger, indicating to her that he wanted her to call the engineers      again. Then he used the same method of tapping her arm to tell the engineers      what to do. It seemed foolish but the project was under way again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For 13 years Washington      tapped out his instructions with his finger on his wife's arm, until the      bridge was finally completed. Today the spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands      in all its glory as a tribute to the triumph of one man's indomitable spirit      and his determination not to be defeated by circumstances. It is also a      tribute to the engineers and their team work, and to their faith in a man      who was considered mad by half the world. It stands too as a tangible      monument to the love and devotion of his wife who for 13 long years      patiently decoded the messages of her husband and told the engineers what to      do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps this is one of the      best examples of a never-say-die attitude that overcomes a terrible physical      handicap and achieves an impossible goal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Often when we      face obstacles in our day-to-day life, our hurdles seem very small in      comparison to what many others have to face. The Brooklyn Bridge shows us      that dreams that seem impossible can be realized with determination and      persistence, no matter what the odds are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Even the most distant dream      can be realized with determination and persistence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4693353f6be53feb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4693353f6be53feb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331471732%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33D2A353B2AA0A0D6B3B3AFDF890565DCD80DD6D.3346D28DF20AAF6F838F990D2E76B0EAA23F115D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4693353f6be53feb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNO1qBLu29u-roSkRZ-Ic0qso79U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4693353f6be53feb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331471732%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33D2A353B2AA0A0D6B3B3AFDF890565DCD80DD6D.3346D28DF20AAF6F838F990D2E76B0EAA23F115D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4693353f6be53feb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNO1qBLu29u-roSkRZ-Ic0qso79U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394116472822090009-8656890811167070877?l=palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4693353f6be53feb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8656890811167070877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394116472822090009&amp;postID=8656890811167070877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/8656890811167070877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/8656890811167070877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/determination.html' title='DETERMINATION'/><author><name>Janette M. Laurente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305963063229020492</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394116472822090009.post-8032461840685079171</id><published>2008-01-01T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:15:08.564-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>What Is High Blood Pressure?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="content"&gt; Blood pressure is the force in the arteries when the heart beats (systolic pressure) and when the heart is at rest (diastolic pressure). It's measured in millimeters of mercury (mm Hg). High blood pressure (or &lt;a href="http://www.medmovie.com/mmdatabase/MediaPlayer.aspx?ClientID=70&amp;amp;TopicID=564" target="_blank"&gt;hypertension&lt;/a&gt;) is defined in an adult as a blood pressure greater than or equal to 140 mm Hg systolic pressure or greater than or equal to 90 mm Hg diastolic pressure. &lt;p&gt;High blood pressure directly increases the risk of coronary heart disease (which leads to heart attack) and stroke, especially when it's present with other risk factors.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;High blood pressure can occur in children or adults, but it's more common among people over age 35. It's particularly prevalent in African Americans, middle-aged and elderly people, obese people, heavy drinkers and women taking birth control pills. It may run in families, but many people with a strong family history of high blood pressure never have it. People with diabetes mellitus, gout or kidney disease are more likely to have high blood pressure, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;American Heart Association recommended blood pressure levels&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="400"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" bgcolor="#e8f9f4" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blood Pressure Category&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" bgcolor="#e8f9f4" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Systolic&lt;br /&gt;(mm Hg)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" bgcolor="#e8f9f4" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" bgcolor="#e8f9f4" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diastolic&lt;br /&gt;(mm Hg)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" valign="top"&gt;Normal&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" valign="top"&gt;less than 120&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" valign="top"&gt;and&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" valign="top"&gt;less than 80&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" bgcolor="#f7f7f7" valign="top"&gt;Prehypertension&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" bgcolor="#f7f7f7" valign="top"&gt;120–139&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" bgcolor="#f7f7f7" valign="top"&gt;or&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" bgcolor="#f7f7f7" valign="top"&gt;80–89&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" valign="top"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" valign="top"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" valign="top"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" bgcolor="#e8f9f4" valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" bgcolor="#e8f9f4" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" bgcolor="#e8f9f4" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" bgcolor="#e8f9f4" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" valign="top"&gt;Stage 1&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" valign="top"&gt;140–159&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" valign="top"&gt;or&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" valign="top"&gt;90–99&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" bgcolor="#f7f7f7" valign="top"&gt;Stage 2&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" bgcolor="#f7f7f7" valign="top"&gt;160 or higher&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" bgcolor="#f7f7f7" valign="top"&gt;or&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="content" align="left" bgcolor="#f7f7f7" valign="top"&gt;100 or higher&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JOEF/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Taken from the American Heart Association&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JOEF/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394116472822090009-8032461840685079171?l=palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8032461840685079171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394116472822090009&amp;postID=8032461840685079171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/8032461840685079171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/8032461840685079171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-high-blood-pressure.html' title='What Is High Blood Pressure?'/><author><name>Janette M. Laurente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305963063229020492</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394116472822090009.post-4233869882374958373</id><published>2008-01-01T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:44:41.098-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Reflecting on the Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R3skoPv1szI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bONT0jw-PzI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R3skoPv1szI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bONT0jw-PzI/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150750872668844850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEARTLIGHT(R) Magazine                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.heartlight.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1199196991_0"&gt;http://www.heartlight.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on the Years, by Teresa Bell Kindred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where have the years gone?" my elderly friend asked me when I&lt;br /&gt;visited her at the nursing home recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied that I wasn't sure; sometimes the past is like the&lt;br /&gt;blurred view outside the window of a speeding train. My years have&lt;br /&gt;gone by so fast that parts of my journey are just hazy distant&lt;br /&gt;memories, while other events are frozen so clearly in my mind that&lt;br /&gt;they could have happened yesterday. My friend's question and the&lt;br /&gt;fact that I was at a nursing home -- which is the one place where&lt;br /&gt;almost everyone is older than me (if you don't count the people who&lt;br /&gt;work there) -- caused me to reflect about the past year as I drove&lt;br /&gt;back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 2008, but what about last year, I wondered. "What, if&lt;br /&gt;anything, have I accomplished this year?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Did I make anyone's burdens lighter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Did I share with those less fortunate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Was I a good example for my children, my co-workers, and my&lt;br /&gt;   neighbors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Did I invite anyone to church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Was I kind and considerate of others and did I go out of my way&lt;br /&gt;   to comfort those who needed comfort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't go back and change one single thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Was I strong for my husband/wife when he/she needed to lean on me, and&lt;br /&gt;   did I remember to tell him everyday how much I love and&lt;br /&gt;   appreciate him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Did I praise my Savior and give thanks for blessings to&lt;br /&gt;   numerous to count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go back and change one single thing that I did or didn't do&lt;br /&gt;in 2007! However, with God's help and if it is His will, I can do&lt;br /&gt;better in the coming year. Reflection is only beneficial when we&lt;br /&gt;learn from it and use that knowledge to make positive changes in&lt;br /&gt;the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about what the preacher will say when you&lt;br /&gt;come to the end of your life and you are the "main attraction" at&lt;br /&gt;the funeral? I suppose there are lots of people who prefer to&lt;br /&gt;ignore the fact that one day they will die, but I think it can be a&lt;br /&gt;valuable way to remind ourselves of what is really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to die tomorrow, I know that it won't matter how many&lt;br /&gt;articles I wrote for Heartlight, how many books I've published, or&lt;br /&gt;how many places I was invited to speak. I don't care if the word&lt;br /&gt;"author" or "writer" is even mentioned at my funeral, but I do want&lt;br /&gt;to be remembered as a strong and faithful Christian, a loving wife&lt;br /&gt;and mother, and a loyal friend. If I can manage all that with God's&lt;br /&gt;help, I will have lived a full and purposeful life -- a life in&lt;br /&gt;which my Father in heaven will be proud. I want to have lived for&lt;br /&gt;Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you cling to your life, you will lose it; but if you give it&lt;br /&gt; up for me, you will find it. (Matthew 10:39 NLT)&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394116472822090009-4233869882374958373?l=palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4233869882374958373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394116472822090009&amp;postID=4233869882374958373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/4233869882374958373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/4233869882374958373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/reflecting-on-years_01.html' title='Reflecting on the Years'/><author><name>Janette M. Laurente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305963063229020492</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R3skoPv1szI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bONT0jw-PzI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394116472822090009.post-7841349063429917319</id><published>2008-01-01T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:39:35.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life is Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R3sjcfv1syI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5wj8_wp4xGo/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R3sjcfv1syI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5wj8_wp4xGo/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150749571293754146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ever felt that you're in the verge of breaking up and feel like dying? That you have nothing to cling to and no one to talk to and you just wanted to disappear? Well I have felt the same thing too before. That's what really comes in to your mind when you are depressed. In science, It is the result of chemical imbalance in the brain often triggered by psychosocial stressors. But in reality, it is the absence of God in your life. People with good spiritual relationship with God don't get depressed, why? Because they have faith, they believe that they have a friend/father/companion whom they can pour or channel out their deepest emotions which is a form of catharsis,which is known to be therapeutic according to Freud.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Well whatever explanation there is, before you come to think of ending your life. Pause, take a deep breath, and try to take a glimpse in your life since you were a child,think of all the good things that God gave you, well if not financially, try to think more important things like health and most of all the breath of life. If you can't  still think of something good because you have lived "in hell" then try to think of the cross and remember what Jesus actually did for you. He suffered hard and died so that sinners like you and me could live! He redeemed us from our sins and gave us the gift of salvation out of His unconditional love for us. And then what? You'll just waste it and make all His efforts futile? How dare you! He is the author of our lives and He alone knows when to take it according to His plans. He gave us life  to experience the beauty of His creation and to feel His love through His unending provisions. God love's you and you are precious in His eyes! Just allow Him to come inside your heart and begin to face life's challenges with your faith in Him! There are countless ways of making life more meaningful and fruitful.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;If you can't still figure out just what to do, go to the hospital nearest you and try to see all the people who would like to trade places with you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;                                                                                                                            Janette M. Laurente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394116472822090009-7841349063429917319?l=palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7841349063429917319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394116472822090009&amp;postID=7841349063429917319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/7841349063429917319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/7841349063429917319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-is-beautiful.html' title='Life is Beautiful'/><author><name>Janette M. Laurente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305963063229020492</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R3sjcfv1syI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5wj8_wp4xGo/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394116472822090009.post-5507268159573692678</id><published>2008-01-01T21:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:24:04.840-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>MOTHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R3sfxPv1swI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-vD-g8sazKs/s1600-h/my+mother.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7cOEeOfRhMg/R3sfxPv1swI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-vD-g8sazKs/s320/my+mother.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150745529729528578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEARTLIGHT(R) Magazine                  http://www.heartlight.org/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother, by Teresa Bell Kindred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are young, she is cookies and milk after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a comforting hug after a bad dream in the middle of the&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the cold rag on a feverish forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A calm strength when you are frightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time you are a teenager, she is nosy and bossy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has more advice than Dear Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is old and out of touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She insists you go to church and prays daily you will not stray too&lt;br /&gt;far from the principles she has taught you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the first to jump to your defense when someone criticizes&lt;br /&gt;you, and the first to tell you when you are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years pass. You are a young woman and it is your wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is more than your mother; she is your friend and she rejoices&lt;br /&gt;at your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proud look on her face tells the world how much she loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she becomes a grandmother, the advice she gave you when you&lt;br /&gt;were a child suddenly takes on new meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never tires of hearing about her grandchildren's antics or&lt;br /&gt;accomplishments, and she relishes in relating stories about them&lt;br /&gt;over and over to anyone who will listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she holds her grandchild in her arms, you see the same look of&lt;br /&gt;love on her face that was there for you when you were a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More years pass and time begins to take its toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair is now gray and her face lined with wrinkles. Her eyesight&lt;br /&gt;and hearing are failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her body is bent and her step unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is your turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is forgetful and frail and then one day ... she is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is memories of comforting hugs in the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;cookies and milk after school, the proud look on her face the day&lt;br /&gt;of your wedding, the loving way she held your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's gone, and yet she is with you because when you look in the&lt;br /&gt;mirror, you see the woman she molded, as well as the little girl&lt;br /&gt;who still longs to run to the comfort of her mother's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is your turn to do the things she did, and when you do them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember her love and realize that at last you know her secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother is mortal, with imperfections and failings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cannot solve the problems of the universe, nor can she protect&lt;br /&gt;her children from every danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can only try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wish with all your heart that you could tell her "thank you"&lt;br /&gt;one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can almost hear her whisper, "Thank me by loving your&lt;br /&gt;children as much as I loved you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has given you something priceless, the legacy of her love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is taken from Teresa's great new book, Mom: PhD.&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394116472822090009-5507268159573692678?l=palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5507268159573692678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394116472822090009&amp;postID=5507268159573692678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/5507268159573692678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394116472822090009/posts/default/5507268159573692678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palawanchristianlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/mother.html' title='MOTHER'/><author><name>Janette M. 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