<?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-384471751350634771</id><updated>2012-02-18T12:46:49.876-06:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Family Legacy'/><category term='Beads of Hope'/><category term='books'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Volleyball'/><category term='Weekend'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Chi Omega'/><category term='Joplin'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='London'/><category term='Prayer Request'/><category term='Ice Storm'/><category term='Happy New Year'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='necklaces'/><category term='Roommates'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='MIssion Trips'/><category term='Projects'/><category term='CRC'/><category term='Texas Longhorns'/><category term='Work'/><category term='sermon'/><category term='New Mexico'/><category term='Horses'/><category term='Reunion'/><category term='Video'/><category term='Camp LIFE'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Missions'/><category term='passion2011'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='mawanga'/><category term='beth moore'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='hopes'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='Villa'/><category term='Graduation'/><category term='Zambia'/><category term='Tree of LIFE'/><category term='Colorado'/><category term='Kanakuk'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='school'/><category term='Baylor Homecoming'/><category term='widows'/><category term='Valentines'/><category term='LIFEWAY'/><category term='ROWAN'/><category term='Aunt&apos;s House'/><category term='Basketball'/><category term='Life'/><category term='africa'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='Learning'/><category term='Week'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Plane'/><category term='Bible Study'/><category term='Engagement'/><category term='church'/><category term='Lake'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Arkansas'/><category term='reverb10'/><category term='watoto'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='Haiti'/><category term='celebrations'/><category term='Finances'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Christmas Decorating'/><category term='World Mandate'/><category term='Babysitting'/><category term='Football'/><category term='poverty'/><category term='New Orleans'/><category term='missouri'/><category term='uganda'/><title type='text'>unashamed love.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>213</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-8159797168816014135</id><published>2012-02-14T16:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T16:00:03.960-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><title type='text'>in the midst of the hospital ward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;as i begin to process through the last month there were so many teachable moments the Lord used to show me in caring for my dad. i'll be honest, i didn't really think i could learn lessons and gain so much from spending hours upon hours in the hospital ward. but i did. i learned so much in a short amount of time. and i feel privileged to have gone through it and now get to share my experience as i sat at the bedside of my sick father.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the hardest part about sharing moments is trying to figure out where to start? so i'm just going to jump in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;after my dad had a stroke on new years eve, our "new normal" begin. my siblings and mom all rallied together to rotate through on who would be staying the night with dad at the hospital and then at the rehab facility. some may think it was an obligation or the last thing we would want to do. however, it was quite the opposite. we eagerly looked forward at our "nights" with dad. being together was all we really cared about. i began looking forward to every minute i had with dad, no matter what time of day it was. these were cherished moments that i will always hold with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;as we came to know the system of the hospital and when the nurses would be coming to check vitals, give meds, or even when they would have shift change. i learned how important it was to ASK about everything. most commonly we would ask the nurses, "what are you giving him now?" or "what are you checking on?" we had some situations that they were about to give my dad the wrong meds. ;) so we learned it's important to ask. it's important to know what all is happening. so we were not afraid to ask questions, no matter how silly they might sound. we all wanted to get educated quickly on what all was taking place with my dad so that we could care for him the best we knew how.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;each day came and went. we became better at knowing what my dad needed and wanted. his speech became more difficult to understand due to him not having the strength to push out oxygen. so we became his translator. we became his mediator. to the nurses, doctors, therapists, family and friends who came to visit. and though it was challenging, it was quite the joy and honor to be my dad's advocate. to stand in the gap for him. to be his voice. to serve him in that way. to be his spokesperson and fight for him each day until the Lord took him home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so as i look back at the circumstances. the Lord was showing me and teaching me to be an advocate. i realize that is exactly what i desire to be for those in africa. for those who can't speak for themselves. for those who are sick. who are hurting. who are afraid. who need someone to stand in the gap on their behalf. i am grateful that the Lord took me and placed me in a unique situation to learn what i've desired to do for others. never did i think i would learn this lesson in midst of caring for my dad as we neared his passing. but i praise God for using every opportunity to prepare me for His purposes!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-8159797168816014135?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/8159797168816014135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=8159797168816014135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8159797168816014135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8159797168816014135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2012/02/in-midst-of-hospital-ward.html' title='in the midst of the hospital ward'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-6137000024654964577</id><published>2012-02-10T10:40:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T10:46:12.947-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><title type='text'>the african mosquito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6uDaq3NKzTI/TzVJVWS-QHI/AAAAAAAABI8/LqSWxdETkss/s1600/ano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6uDaq3NKzTI/TzVJVWS-QHI/AAAAAAAABI8/LqSWxdETkss/s200/ano.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well..it happened. i got malaria. uganda becomes more and more a part of me wherever i go. :) apparently the parasites can lay dormant until your immune system is suppressed and vulnerable. so who knows when i really got bitten even though i slept under a net and took anti-malaria pills.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it came on pretty quick after my dad passed away and i was unaware of what was causing the shaking chills, intense headaches, high fever, and sweating. i did a bit of personal research and then eventually got some blood work. i was officially diagnosed with P. Vivax Malaria. crazy enough there are 5 strains. fortunately i didn't get the fatal one. after some blood work and a doctors visit i got some medication. praise the Lord! i needed some relief and i am so thankful for meds. since being on them i haven't had any more symptoms or "episodes" as i would call them. i have about 10 days left on the medication and then one more follow up blood work and doctor's visit. i feel like i am on the mend! hallelujah!! sometimes you don't realize what healthy feels like until you are really sick. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a positive in the midst of malaria is that i now have a glimpse into what so many people endure in uganda. i may not have had the most extreme case, but i did endure some intense symptoms. i am thankful though that i can now relate on yet another level with the people in africa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-6137000024654964577?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/6137000024654964577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=6137000024654964577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/6137000024654964577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/6137000024654964577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2012/02/african-mosquito.html' title='the african mosquito'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6uDaq3NKzTI/TzVJVWS-QHI/AAAAAAAABI8/LqSWxdETkss/s72-c/ano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-666913628560044648</id><published>2012-02-08T11:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T16:20:43.415-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><title type='text'>heaven's new addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;one last date was added to my families memory bank. it is the date of january 21, 2012. which is when my precious daddy went to be with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1EUAVY5fsuM/TzL00PvcjUI/AAAAAAAABI0/wE4zmKgJNMo/s1600/IMGP4914+-+Version+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1EUAVY5fsuM/TzL00PvcjUI/AAAAAAAABI0/wE4zmKgJNMo/s320/IMGP4914+-+Version+3.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;after 1 week in the hospital. 2 weeks in the rehab center. and 1 full day at home on the ranch. dad breathed his last breath. and he took his first sight of His Lord Jesus Christ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we all look at those last weeks with him as treasured and precious days. we feel honored and privileged to have served my dad in the way we did. it was as though we were ushering him into the throne room of heaven. with every passing day it became more difficult for him. but we wanted to remain steadfast in fighting with him. we ended up coming home from the rehab center on january 20 with full-time hospice. then just a little over 24 hours later, we stood around his bedside as he breathed his last breath. it was a very bittersweet moment. you are never prepared or ready for someone to pass away. you long for their presence everyday. but you dont want them to suffer or struggle. and so here we are. missing dad everyday. but we praise the Lord for no more sorrow and suffering on this side of heaven. we try to imagine what new body dad has. we wonder what he is doing in heaven right now. what a glorious and beautiful comfort that gives us here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;in the midst of lose, we have to trust the plans of God even though we wonder sometimes why? daddy was so young and had so many wonderful years ahead of him. but again, we have to look to Jesus and ask for Him to show us why. to show us how this will be used to further the name of Christ. to show us how he is making ALL things work together in conformity for the good of those who love Him. we know there are greater things to come and we will choose to believe that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on january 25, we had a precious celebration of my dad's life. we were overwhelmed with all the friends and family who came and who has loved us through this season. we are beyond thankful for everything and everyone. missing dad already, but comforted in knowing He's with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a grateful heart,&lt;br /&gt;joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...more to come on what the Lord taught me in the midst of the hospital ward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-666913628560044648?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/666913628560044648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=666913628560044648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/666913628560044648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/666913628560044648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2012/02/heavens-new-addition.html' title='heaven&apos;s new addition'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1EUAVY5fsuM/TzL00PvcjUI/AAAAAAAABI0/wE4zmKgJNMo/s72-c/IMGP4914+-+Version+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-1387570901689637405</id><published>2012-01-16T16:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:50:00.619-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><title type='text'>bearing the weight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the burdens we bare can be heavy. they can be difficult. they can be harsh. weary and exhausting to carry. we can question. wonder. doubt. and weep because of them. we don't like how they make us feel. or the wounds they leave. we wish at times that they would just go away. they linger longer than we want them to at times.&amp;nbsp;we can't help but ask, "why do we have to go through this? or how long will it last?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;whether we are the ones enduring the burden or hardship. or whether we are watching our loved ones go through it. we are walking through it together. it's hard. it's heavy. it's unbearable at times. we are supporting each other and we also need support. through hugs, smiles, notes of encouragement, prayers, flowers, text messages or emails. no matter what they are, each one uplifts our weary hearts. we have been encouraged by the Lord in Him using others to speak to us. and so through that, we are able to carry on because He gives us strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;that has been the summation of these last 2 weeks. we have carried a heavy burden everyday. we have braced ourselves for all scenarios. sometimes life is much more than we can endure. actually, it is way more than we can handle. in fact, it's not for us to control at all. we are to trust the One who knows. our lives are controlled by our Heavenly Father, not us. He is the beginning and the end. He is Sovereign in every season. He is good in every season. He knows the times, the places, the people, and every moment. nothing is a surprise. &lt;u&gt;NOTHING&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so in this season of our lives, my family is enduring trials. we are carrying the weight of watching my dad fight to live. we are fighting right alongside him as long as he is willing to. we each are processing this journey of my dad's health differently. we are being challenged and strengthened in our faith. we each have cried our tears. we each have spent nights awake taking care of dad. we each have racked in many hours sitting in his room with him. we will continue to bear the weight until it's over..whether the Lord chooses to heal him on this side of heaven or if He takes him on home to heaven. we will praise the Lord and carry His Name in every season! Jesus has already overcome this trial and we will seek His face through every step. He is our anchor of hope and our refuge in our time of need!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light." Matt 11:28-29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-1387570901689637405?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/1387570901689637405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=1387570901689637405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/1387570901689637405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/1387570901689637405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2012/01/bearing-weight.html' title='bearing the weight'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-1068686716143679486</id><published>2012-01-05T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T16:00:04.406-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><title type='text'>delayed departure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well the plan was for me to head back to uganda today. i would be stepping onto the plane and getting settled in my seat for the 20 hour plane ride...BUT that is not happening. God had different plans.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i am now on my 5th day at harris methodist hospital in ft worth, along with my mom, sister and other family members. it is incredibly how fast time has gone since i have spent my days inside with my dad. we have had some sweet moments together and i wouldn't trade any day outside for a day to spend with my dad holding his hand, wiping his mouth, feeding him, or rubbing his shoulder.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i had to quickly make a decision about what my time looked like in "when" to go back to uganda. that was what people wanted to know immediately when i first arrived back in the states. it was hard for me to answer that because i just gotten home. i knew i would be thrown into a world wind with my dad's health declining, but i had no idea it would be this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my dad has been fighting cancer for almost 4yrs. he has rallied many times and won the small battles. but what we are in now, is a war. the cancer has spread throughout the liver even more and continues to attack his body. when we least expected it, dad had a stroke on new years eve. it has added to all the underlying conditions and makes beating cancer even harder. our days with him mean even more now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;since arriving in mid-december, i knew i would need to extend my stay here with my family to help take care of some things. but knowing how long to extend was the question...the Lord began making it clear. He was once again asking me to hand over my detail-oriented mind, my control, my plans and trust Him. trust the plans He has for me. trust that i am exactly where i need to be. trust that all that has happened in uganda and will happen&lt;i&gt; &lt;u&gt;is His work&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; not anything i am doing. so i made a decision and cancelled my flight. as the Lord reveals, i will move forward in booking another flight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i felt peace about extending my stay here in the states for a bit. the Lord opened doors in that avenue in blessing me with grace from the family i was living with to tutor their son, as well as with ROWAN and the team in mawanga village. i am praying for God to reveal to me the time to return. i have no doubt that i am supposed to be there, but the timing is in the Lord's hands. i look forward to the day of when i can walk the dirt roads of mawanga village. it could be in a few weeks or months, but no matter when, i believe i will feel God's peace wash over me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;please pray for my dad and my family. we have had some tough days and even long days in the hospital. &amp;nbsp;pray that God would speak so clearly to us with any decision or action that needs to be taken. pray for timing of when i need to head back to uganda. and pray that God would be seen in all of this. pray that HIS name would be exalted and glorified!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;may we carry His name well in all things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-1068686716143679486?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/1068686716143679486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=1068686716143679486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/1068686716143679486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/1068686716143679486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2012/01/delayed-departure.html' title='delayed departure'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-8121201898686223959</id><published>2011-12-26T12:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T12:18:00.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'tis the season to embrace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;when your time is limited you truly cherish every moment. not that i haven't before but even more now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i have been home with my family for about a week and half. it has been so wonderful to be with them. i haven't done much other than that. :) i hit the ground running with different events..a wedding, christmas parties, and a full house of family. my soul has been refreshed &amp;amp; i am so thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;as this season comes around each year, i can't help but look back over the year. many milestone markers and events that remain significant. each one is a stepping stone. each one lead by the Lord. each one, whether difficult or not,&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;is good and for God's ultimate purpose&lt;/b&gt; for me and my life&lt;/i&gt;. so as my family and i entered this christmas season, i thought about what we did last year and how different and/or similar they are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;last year &lt;/span&gt;i was living with my parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;this year &lt;/span&gt;i am only home for a few short weeks from uganda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;last year&lt;/span&gt; i drove home on christmas eve from austin after a surprise engagement for one of my best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;this year&lt;/span&gt; i drove home on christmas eve from a dallas hospital with my parents after spending half the day there getting dad an IV pic line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;last year&lt;/span&gt; my family was at ease with no new signs of recurrent cancer in my dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;this year&lt;/span&gt; my family battles on a daily basis the effects of recurrent cancer in my dad and how it has come back with a vengeance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;last year&lt;/span&gt; i was looking ahead to all the adventures and the journey the Lord would take me on in 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;this year &lt;/span&gt;i look back and stand in awe of the journey. i am overwhelmed with HIS goodness. HIS faithfulness. HIS mercy. HIS strength. HIS steadfast love for me. HIS ways of speaking to my soul. HIS kindness in the relationships i have built. HIS sovereign leading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;this year&lt;/span&gt; as it is ending, i hold tightly to the time i have with my family. with my dad. God knows our days and He will not allow us to be in His presence until He is finished using us for His purpose! the Lord Jesus is our foundation and our blessed hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;this year&lt;/span&gt;, i look ahead to 2012. i look to Him who steers my life. i look forward to finding more strength in Him who gives it. i look forward to all the days ahead that are already planned and ordained. i fix my eyes on Christ, for no matter what 2012 may bring, i will have hope and joy. i will rest in Him as i embrace all that He has for me. may there be celebrations of all what God does. for everything is about HIM and to exalt HIS Holy Name!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;for His glory &amp;amp; praise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-8121201898686223959?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/8121201898686223959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=8121201898686223959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8121201898686223959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8121201898686223959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/12/tis-season-to-embrace.html' title='&apos;tis the season to embrace'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-8750765383927246852</id><published>2011-12-17T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T23:35:00.356-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ROWAN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mawanga'/><title type='text'>village visit #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;i am changed each time i spend days in the village. i never know what God is going to teach me. i never know what my conversations will be like. i just know they will be filled with rich wisdom, challenging questions, grace, hope, and love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;all of the ROWAN students with pastor paul and i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EBvZbIRjbHE/Tu15ArVBBgI/AAAAAAAABIY/IspoZzX_VR0/s1600/DSC00829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EBvZbIRjbHE/Tu15ArVBBgI/AAAAAAAABIY/IspoZzX_VR0/s320/DSC00829.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i met up with ronnie, pastor david wafula and his family friday, dec 9 in the morning. we wanted to get out to mawanga to be a part of the children's program. we arrived around mid-day. i couldn't contain my excitment as i FINALLY met the students of ROWAN! :) my heart was spilling with more joy and love for them. pastor paul kindly took me around and introduced me to everyone. the kids were split up into 3 groups: secondary students, primary, and then the little ones. i found myself holding back tears as i looked into each one of these students eyes. these are the kids of ROWAN. they each have a story to tell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;every group of students i met, pastor paul asked me to share with them. of course you are suddenly on the spot. as i open my mouth i just asked God to give me what to say. i held it together until i stood in front of the secondary students. i was so excited for them and their commitment in school. they each have dreams for themselves and are pursuing it with great passion. as i was speaking to them, i couldn't hold it in anymore. tears began to fall. i was overwhelmed with how good God has been. His Faithfulness in my life, in my families lives, but also knowing how He's been faithful to these students lives as well. i couldn't speak. i was vulnerable standing in front of them. i haven't cried in front of people in quite some time. and within that moment, i felt the arm of my dear friend. pastor paul put his arm around me and spoke on my behalf. &amp;nbsp;he was speaking to the students in lusoga (the local language). as i found strength, all i could say was, &lt;i&gt;"no matter your circumstances, no matter what you have gone through, no matter the story you have to tell, you can look back and see how faithful our God has been and that He is good."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all of the secondary students!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KrMW9R0PdO0/Tu153F36ZiI/AAAAAAAABIg/Vt48yC4v_Kk/s1600/DSC00832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KrMW9R0PdO0/Tu153F36ZiI/AAAAAAAABIg/Vt48yC4v_Kk/s320/DSC00832.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i got to the spend the remaining of the day with them by singing songs, laughing, and getting to know them more. there's HOPE in each of their eyes and i feel so privilege to know them. there are exciting days ahead... the rest of the weekend included organizing and packing up all the 400+ necklaces the widows made, spending time with each secondary students, as well as, attending church sunday morning and worshipping together with the mawangan people!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;what a blessing it is to spend days in the village. what a blessing it has been for me to be embraced by pastor paul and his family. that is what i feel each time i go. part of a family ('AMAKA'). they have taken me in. loved me. cared for me. encouraged me. challenged me. and shown me more of Jesus. my heart is full and 'my cup overflows' with gratefulness and love for them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-8750765383927246852?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/8750765383927246852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=8750765383927246852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8750765383927246852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8750765383927246852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/12/village-visit-3.html' title='village visit #3'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EBvZbIRjbHE/Tu15ArVBBgI/AAAAAAAABIY/IspoZzX_VR0/s72-c/DSC00829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-4086068233655877744</id><published>2011-12-06T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T13:00:07.500-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ROWAN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beads of Hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mawanga'/><title type='text'>Signature Collection of Beads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;coming to the USA soon!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;during my last trip to the village, i spent some time with some of the ladies who are diligently working on creating beautiful necklaces...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the ribbon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rByA9QVGutY/TtqKgr5gncI/AAAAAAAABIA/sOK7i6D0vj0/s1600/DSC00740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rByA9QVGutY/TtqKgr5gncI/AAAAAAAABIA/sOK7i6D0vj0/s320/DSC00740.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a few ladies signing paper to be cut out to be rolled into beads..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFGqutAQouI/Ttkqg9PeKoI/AAAAAAAABHA/i3CK2x40QM0/s1600/DSC00747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFGqutAQouI/Ttkqg9PeKoI/AAAAAAAABHA/i3CK2x40QM0/s1600/DSC00747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFGqutAQouI/Ttkqg9PeKoI/AAAAAAAABHA/i3CK2x40QM0/s1600/DSC00747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFGqutAQouI/Ttkqg9PeKoI/AAAAAAAABHA/i3CK2x40QM0/s1600/DSC00747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFGqutAQouI/Ttkqg9PeKoI/AAAAAAAABHA/i3CK2x40QM0/s1600/DSC00747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFGqutAQouI/Ttkqg9PeKoI/AAAAAAAABHA/i3CK2x40QM0/s320/DSC00747.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFGqutAQouI/Ttkqg9PeKoI/AAAAAAAABHA/i3CK2x40QM0/s1600/DSC00747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;after varnishing, they hang to dry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFGqutAQouI/Ttkqg9PeKoI/AAAAAAAABHA/i3CK2x40QM0/s1600/DSC00747.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-js24F7WCOMw/TtqHVl4Ve6I/AAAAAAAABHY/uCrQJiYFemI/s1600/DSC00751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-js24F7WCOMw/TtqHVl4Ve6I/AAAAAAAABHY/uCrQJiYFemI/s320/DSC00751.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;they are hard working women!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wCMygeTcvvE/TtkpB5UsZ-I/AAAAAAAABGw/ORPgJEIgxpc/s1600/DSC00748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wCMygeTcvvE/TtkpB5UsZ-I/AAAAAAAABGw/ORPgJEIgxpc/s320/DSC00748.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a beautiful picture of HOPE for these widows..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;each bead was touch and hand made...amazing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TOmm_ZbIGOc/TtkpdJXIuII/AAAAAAAABG4/seln9FLd7Yg/s1600/DSC00749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TOmm_ZbIGOc/TtkpdJXIuII/AAAAAAAABG4/seln9FLd7Yg/s320/DSC00749.JPG" width="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;with momma edisa and ashley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAJ0imE_ewc/TtqKxBoiweI/AAAAAAAABII/h2TzWx0WMTw/s1600/DSC00756.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAJ0imE_ewc/TtqKxBoiweI/AAAAAAAABII/h2TzWx0WMTw/s320/DSC00756.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;i'm headed back to Mawanga village this weekend to pick up the finished necklaces!! i can't wait to see them, as well as everyone else!! such joy fills my heart!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-4086068233655877744?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/4086068233655877744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=4086068233655877744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/4086068233655877744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/4086068233655877744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/12/signature-collection-of-beads.html' title='Signature Collection of Beads'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rByA9QVGutY/TtqKgr5gncI/AAAAAAAABIA/sOK7i6D0vj0/s72-c/DSC00740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-8286209417650844231</id><published>2011-12-04T03:00:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T03:00:09.607-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ROWAN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mawanga'/><title type='text'>learning from the Mawanga people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(this post is reflecting on my last village trip, november 25-27. sorry for the delay)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;though the trip was short, what i learned and took away from mawanga was more than i expected. there is a special place in my heart for the village. i have always desired to “live and be among the people”. to feel what they feel. to see what they see. and to do life with them. i am far from understanding what the people of mawanga face on a daily basis, but even spending a few days at a time i continue to learn. and i continue to be refined by the Lord. He never fails in His faithfulness in making me more like Him. i fall more in love with Jesus as i see Him in every person. in every face. in every smile. in every moment. i look ahead to all the days i will spend in the village. as i learn from the mawanga people what life is all about. and how caring for those around you is one of the greatest callings/commands and responsibilities we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;pastor paul was back from the states and i finally was able to spend time with him. he had spent 6 weeks traveling around and sharing about what God is doing in Mawanga -- a beautiful village tucked away in the heart of uganda. spending time with pastor paul was exactly what i needed. it was so interesting to hear his perspective on america and our culture. he made some remarkable statements regarding how we live, what we value, and even the faith he sees in americans.&amp;nbsp;one of the things he said was &lt;i&gt;“what i observed in the states, was the most valuable thing to americans is &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and what they do with it. but the most valuable thing to mawanga people is &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;relationships&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and building community.”&lt;/i&gt; talk about a gut check and even just some self-examination. he’s so right though. i’m guilty of the same. i have made excuses. i have chosen other things. i have passed up numerous opportunities to invest in relationships. it’s time to change. it’s time to evaluate what will matter in the end. my time? or building relationships? it's time to slow down and be with people. may i continue to glean from the mawanga people and how they value their time with each other. doing life. everyday. for they are defining &lt;i&gt;“amaka”&lt;/i&gt;, a lusoga term meaning &lt;i&gt;family&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;pastor paul and i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-koazisSJBdg/TtqH2XMWK6I/AAAAAAAABHo/0PplaLZnfU0/s1600/DSC00759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-koazisSJBdg/TtqH2XMWK6I/AAAAAAAABHo/0PplaLZnfU0/s320/DSC00759.JPG" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;so thankful to the Lord for all He is doing and all He is teaching me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-8286209417650844231?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/8286209417650844231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=8286209417650844231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8286209417650844231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8286209417650844231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/12/learning-from-mawanga-people.html' title='learning from the Mawanga people'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-koazisSJBdg/TtqH2XMWK6I/AAAAAAAABHo/0PplaLZnfU0/s72-c/DSC00759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-2510456890402502342</id><published>2011-11-23T21:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:30:01.968-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><title type='text'>with a heart full of thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;as another year has come and gone, i can't help but stop and reflect on all the things i am thankful for...being away from my family has been difficult to accept as the holiday approaches but the Lord has been so good. He has graciously shown me to embrace what is around me here in uganda. embrace the newness, the changes, the differences and look to make sweet memories where i am. life is always changing for me and what i love are the annual family traditions back in the states, but this year it's different...and so as i think about those back home, my heart is full of thanks for so many things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- my entire family that i have been blessed to do life with for 26 years &amp;amp; all the support they have given me especially over this past year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- my dad and the additional days the Lord has given him since his first diagnoses in 2008.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- the opportunity to live with my parents for a few months last year and then with my sisters (JJ) family for 9 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- my best friends who have never wavered in believing in me, challenging me, loving me, and encouraging me through each season. &lt;i&gt;for the ways they have pushed me to run after Jesus!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- for my supporters/prayer warriors who have shared their prayers, wisdom, tangible support, and uplifting words. &lt;i&gt;God is using you to fulfill His promises in me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- for all the letters, emails, skype conversations, facebook messages, or gmail chats since living in uganda. i cherish each one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- for the new friends God is introduced me to over this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- for the lessons of learning to love people, no matter what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- for all the relationships that were built over this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- for God's provision in putting every piece of the puzzle of my life together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- for God's constant faithfulness and steadfast love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- for the roger's family and welcoming me into their lives in uganda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- for ROWAN and all the work God is doing through them in Mawanga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- for all the ways God continues to draw me to Him through everything. wouldn't want to be anywhere else because i would miss out on knowing Him more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;as i celebrate thanksgiving with a different family this year, my heart is with my mine back in the states. i am so incredibly thankful to be where i am; though separated, it challenges me to be even more fervent in prayer over them and all those i am not with. praying you each have a wonderful holiday. may you take time to embrace what's around you and enjoy your family and friends!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;happy thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Enter His gates with thanksgiving and His courts with praise;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;give thanks to Him and praise His name.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the Lord is good and His love endures forever;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;His faithfulness continues through all generations."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 100:4-5&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-2510456890402502342?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/2510456890402502342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=2510456890402502342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/2510456890402502342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/2510456890402502342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/11/with-heart-full-of-thanks.html' title='with a heart full of thanks'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-2624111558741340232</id><published>2011-11-20T12:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T12:00:01.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Encouraging Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"May God Himself, the God of peace, sanctify you through and through. May your whole spirit, soul and body be kept blameless at the coming of the Lord Jesus Christ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The One who calls you is faithful and He will do it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 Thes 5:23,24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Teach me your way&lt;/i&gt;, O Lord, and I will walk in your truth; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;give me an undivided heart&lt;/i&gt; t&lt;/b&gt;hat I may fear your name. I will priase you, O Lord my God, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;with all my heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;; I will glorify your name forever."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ps 86:11-12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The Lord reigns, He is robed in majesty...He is armed with strength. The world is firmly established, it cannot be moved. Your throne was established long ago, &lt;b&gt;you are from all eternity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...holiness adorns your house for endless days, O Lord."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ps 93:1,2,5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The mountains melt like wax before the Lord, before the Lord of all the earth...You are exalted far above all gods. &lt;b&gt;Rejoice in the Lord, you who are righteous and praise His holy Name&lt;/b&gt;."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ps 98:5,9,12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Exalt the Lord our God and worship at His footstol, He is holy."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ps 99:5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;".&lt;i&gt;..by His power &lt;b&gt;may He fulfill every good purpose of yours and every act prompted by your faith&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...so that the name of our Lord Jesus may be glorified in you and you in Him."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 Thes 1:11-12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Now may the Lord &lt;b&gt;direct your hearts into the love of God and into the patience of Christ&lt;/b&gt;."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 Thes 3:5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Blessed are You, Lord God os Israel, Our Father, forever and ever. Yours, O Lord, is the &lt;i&gt;greatness&lt;/i&gt;, the &lt;i&gt;power&lt;/i&gt; and the &lt;i&gt;glory&lt;/i&gt;, the &lt;i&gt;victory&lt;/i&gt; and the &lt;i&gt;majesty&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;for all that is in heaven and in earth is Yours&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Yours is the kingdom, O Lord, and You are exalted as head over all...&lt;i&gt;in your hand it is to make great and to give strength to all&lt;/i&gt;."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 Chron. 29:10-12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"...from the beginning God chose you to be saved through the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;sanctifying work of the spirit and through belief in the truth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...stand firm and hold to the teachings...May our Lord Jesus Christ Himself and God our Father, &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;who loved us and by His grace gave us eternal encouragement and good hope&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;encourage your hearts and strengthen you in every good deed and word&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 Thes 2:13-17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-2624111558741340232?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/2624111558741340232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=2624111558741340232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/2624111558741340232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/2624111558741340232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/11/encouraging-words.html' title='Encouraging Words'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-6794673306575197275</id><published>2011-11-19T02:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T02:31:20.655-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><title type='text'>a few recent thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He draws us back every time. He gently reveals to us more of who He is. He lovingly guides us with each step. He holds us in His hands. He makes us more like Him through everything we endure. He continues to show me that my life on this earth is not about me for one minute. It has nothing to do with my life. but it's ALL about Him. everything is pointing back to Him. &lt;i&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/i&gt;. from the way the sun rises over the hills in kampala. from the birds chriping, to the sound of rain hitting the ground, to my attitude towards each person. to my words that leave my mouth. it is all for the praise of His name!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i have grown up in a culture with a "want it now" mentality that i wish i didn't automatically have. i instinctively set goals to accomplish and want to see results soon. and now, here i am in a completely opposite culture of what i am used to. a culture of "slow and steady". i'm seeing something i didn't before though. i'm seeing that &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;my&amp;nbsp;wants are&amp;nbsp;self-centered and selfish.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; i'm wanting to accomplish certain goals and see results. however, i have to ask myself the question, &lt;i&gt;"what am i ultimately striving for? self fulfillment or God's?"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;i recognize that no matter how monotunous something may be, &lt;b&gt;God &lt;strike&gt;asks&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;desires for&amp;nbsp;me to be faithful! to be faithful in the small things. to be faithful in today. don't get overwhelmed with the larger picture. but just be faithful on a daily basis. and believe He will fulfill His purposes for me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's so easy to say and more difficult to live out. i have to believe that God would not bring me where i am today if He wasn't working. i have to believe that He is working all things together for His good and purposes. my prayer is that my spirit will be sensitive to when He speaks and to move in action accordingly. &lt;u&gt;i have to die to myself everyday and choose to be faithful, obedient, and patient.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm thankful to serve a God who is always for me and draws me back to Him through all things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He is making me more like Him and that&amp;nbsp;is what i would choose over anything else!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-6794673306575197275?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/6794673306575197275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=6794673306575197275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/6794673306575197275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/6794673306575197275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/11/few-recent-thoughts.html' title='a few recent thoughts'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-691430810133744316</id><published>2011-10-27T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T12:40:01.201-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ROWAN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mawanga'/><title type='text'>mawanga pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2 precious orphans i had the privilege of meeting:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;meet george &amp;amp; esther&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-I_v8YAnvQ/TqmDR-4pa1I/AAAAAAAABEc/RVV23eVV37o/s1600/DSC01358_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-I_v8YAnvQ/TqmDR-4pa1I/AAAAAAAABEc/RVV23eVV37o/s200/DSC01358_2.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;some of the ROWAN kids shared created designs for uniforms...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pyxo5cTH3lE/TqmDliIHPfI/AAAAAAAABEk/hkz5cZtkzyE/s1600/DSC01361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pyxo5cTH3lE/TqmDliIHPfI/AAAAAAAABEk/hkz5cZtkzyE/s200/DSC01361.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5s7sotzozEw/TqmD9RezjFI/AAAAAAAABEs/LhzdAzSmARw/s1600/DSC01367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5s7sotzozEw/TqmD9RezjFI/AAAAAAAABEs/LhzdAzSmARw/s200/DSC01367.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J0Nb-vN5HE/TqmEka4u-SI/AAAAAAAABE8/T6jC6ha_coY/s1600/DSC01373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J0Nb-vN5HE/TqmEka4u-SI/AAAAAAAABE8/T6jC6ha_coY/s200/DSC01373.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;it looks like a garden, but it's going to be a large building for ROWAN!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;there will be offices and a big fellowship hall. praying for all the funds to be complete!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-voLSpruaOsc/TqmDJJbggvI/AAAAAAAABEU/ZUhIp5L5bYg/s1600/DSC01351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-voLSpruaOsc/TqmDJJbggvI/AAAAAAAABEU/ZUhIp5L5bYg/s200/DSC01351.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the AMAZING women working in the garden!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they want their passion fruit to grow!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PGsuTcRO9R8/TqmE85g1RtI/AAAAAAAABFE/tJxWrI_0BcE/s1600/DSC01379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PGsuTcRO9R8/TqmE85g1RtI/AAAAAAAABFE/tJxWrI_0BcE/s200/DSC01379.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for the record..these ladies are so strong!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i dug 3 holes &amp;amp; each time another precious widow would help fix it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KAMVbEtUjKM/TqmFgALmrXI/AAAAAAAABFM/LaIkkTmUi4w/s1600/DSC01380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KAMVbEtUjKM/TqmFgALmrXI/AAAAAAAABFM/LaIkkTmUi4w/s200/DSC01380.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a little TLC (tender love &amp;amp; care) for the passion fruit!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9UkjWbacqoI/TqmFvUAdOTI/AAAAAAAABFU/eIHS6SOnCg0/s1600/DSC01384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9UkjWbacqoI/TqmFvUAdOTI/AAAAAAAABFU/eIHS6SOnCg0/s200/DSC01384.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pastor wafu asked me to plant one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6y2jY5yBUg4/TqmGgoOWx2I/AAAAAAAABFc/6C5WFRwi-3M/s1600/DSC01386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6y2jY5yBUg4/TqmGgoOWx2I/AAAAAAAABFc/6C5WFRwi-3M/s200/DSC01386.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;praying the Lord will grow it to produce a bounty of fruit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mb2wEwsm_1c/TqmHPzrqjxI/AAAAAAAABFk/4pFshG8GJ1g/s1600/DSC01387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mb2wEwsm_1c/TqmHPzrqjxI/AAAAAAAABFk/4pFshG8GJ1g/s200/DSC01387.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and just for those who are curious, &lt;i&gt;mawanga means "a coming together of nations"&lt;/i&gt;. i absolutely love that! the history of rowan is filled with volunteers and supporters from all over the world! so many people from varies nationalities have already served with rowan in mawanga and there are so many more soon to follow...&lt;i&gt;O&amp;nbsp;Lord, you said, lift up your eyes, the harvest is here. the Kingdom is near. you said, ask &amp;amp; i'll give the nations to you...!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;come Lord, and move among us! may others see and believe that You, O God, have done this!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-691430810133744316?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/691430810133744316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=691430810133744316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/691430810133744316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/691430810133744316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/10/mawanga-pictures.html' title='mawanga pictures'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-I_v8YAnvQ/TqmDR-4pa1I/AAAAAAAABEc/RVV23eVV37o/s72-c/DSC01358_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-851109908303746928</id><published>2011-10-23T13:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T13:40:00.100-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ROWAN'/><title type='text'>mawanga village: where do i begin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;you can't really imagine it unless you see with your very eyes. it is literally in the bush. off the beaten path. there are small groups of huts set in an opening of trees. only those who live there could tell you where someone lives. no signs. just dirt paths leading from one group of homes to another. i was either in one of ROWAN's vehicles or on a boda moving around. and as i went along i heard the word "muzungu" about a thousand times.&amp;nbsp;it brought such joy to my heart when my eyes would meet the eyes of the children who were yelling at me. when i acknowledge them and yelled "jambo" (a simple way they greet each other; meaning hi or hello). they squealed. they laughed. and they smiled ear to ear. i seriously could have done that the whole day. :)&amp;nbsp;seeing pure and innocent joy radiate from them is priceless!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;it’s a different pace of life out in the village. slow. simple. focusing on basic needs to live. there are people herding small groups of cattle. goats roaming. chickens everywhere. kids walking around. some playing. some crying. some running around either half naked or fully naked. you find adults working in the fields gardening or harvesting their fruit or vegetation.&amp;nbsp;holes in the ground for toilets. bucket showers outside with water that was warmed up over the fire.&amp;nbsp;no electricity. mud huts with thatched roofs.&amp;nbsp;the local language of lusoga beautifully spoken. feeling the strong sun beat down. dirt all over my feet. on my hands. on my skin. learned to drink hot tea twice a day. rich conversations. relationships being built. that is what matters at the end of the day and in the midst of everything. embracing community and fellowship with one another.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;even though i was in the village for just a few days i was once again challenged. God is so gracious in how He teaches me. He is constantly sharpening me. refining me. and pressing down on me. less of myself and more of Him. &amp;nbsp;He is still showing me that i am sinful. and i am in need of Him. He is still showing me that this life He has given me is not about me but about Him. He is opening my eyes to see all i need is Him. to let go of things that don’t matter. to strip away everything else so Jesus alone remains. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;“…i consider everything a loss compared to the &lt;b&gt;surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord&lt;/b&gt;, for whose sake i have lost all things. i consider them rubbish, &lt;b&gt;that i may gain Christ and be found in Him&lt;/b&gt;…&lt;b&gt;i want to know christ&lt;/b&gt;…the power of his resurrection…the fellowship of sharing in suffering…becoming like him in death to be raised up (paraphrased the last part).” phil 3:8-9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;one of my prayers has been for God to open my eyes to see. see the children. the widows. the families. &lt;i&gt;whoever it is Lord, i want to see.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; interestingly enough, as i was driving up with pastor david wafu (ROWAN staff), he made a statement to me that is so profound...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"instead of people going to share about jesus to others,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;they need to go and see Jesus!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;they need to see jesus in the children and in the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;…if you just look, you will see Him!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;i look forward to sharing with you more on all that took place in mawanga during the few days i was there. much love and blessings to you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-851109908303746928?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/851109908303746928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=851109908303746928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/851109908303746928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/851109908303746928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/10/mawanga-village-where-do-i-begin.html' title='mawanga village: where do i begin...'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-938509326640825960</id><published>2011-10-22T05:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T05:25:00.894-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer Request'/><title type='text'>prayers for dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;after spending a week away i am now back trying to catch up. my time spent in mawanga village was beautiful. God continues to press in on me what He wants me to see. i will share all i can as i get my thoughts together. but first i want to stop and ask for prayer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;as i was away this week in eastern uganda, my parents back in texas went to houston for a check up on my dad's status. i read in an email last night after get back that the spot the doctors had initially found on his liver had grown. plus there may be additional spots in the liver and even possibly in his abdomen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;these are not the words i wanted to read. it's not what any of my family wanted to hear. but i will remain hopeful. i will always remain hopeful. because hope does not disappoint. my God remains faithful. He remains good. He remains sovereign. He remains strong. i will keep claiming the truth of who my God is! He will overcome!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my heart hurts to not be with them. it's difficult to hear news like this when i am so far away. so again i ask for prayer on behalf of my family. for my dad. for my mom. for my siblings. for my nieces &amp;amp; nephews. for all who have been a part of this journey. another 10 weeks then they return to rescan and evaluate once more. thankfully, that appointment will be during the time i will be back in the states for a couple weeks during christmas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you for standing with us in this battle!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;my God, YOU are here with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;constantly here with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;YOU are our everything,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Faithful and True&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Constant - Charlie Hall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-938509326640825960?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/938509326640825960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=938509326640825960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/938509326640825960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/938509326640825960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/10/prayers-for-dad.html' title='prayers for dad'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-102498903884177690</id><published>2011-10-13T12:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T12:07:02.840-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ROWAN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><title type='text'>3 WEEK UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:DocumentProperties&gt;   &lt;o:Template&gt;Normal&lt;/o:Template&gt;   &lt;o:Revision&gt;0&lt;/o:Revision&gt;   &lt;o:TotalTime&gt;0&lt;/o:TotalTime&gt;   &lt;o:Pages&gt;1&lt;/o:Pages&gt;   &lt;o:Words&gt;421&lt;/o:Words&gt;   &lt;o:Characters&gt;2401&lt;/o:Characters&gt;   &lt;o:Lines&gt;20&lt;/o:Lines&gt;   &lt;o:Paragraphs&gt;4&lt;/o:Paragraphs&gt;   &lt;o:CharactersWithSpaces&gt;2948&lt;/o:CharactersWithSpaces&gt;   &lt;o:Version&gt;11.1287&lt;/o:Version&gt;  &lt;/o:DocumentProperties&gt;  &lt;o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt;   &lt;o:AllowPNG/&gt;  &lt;/o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:DoNotShowRevisions/&gt;   &lt;w:DoNotPrintRevisions/&gt;   &lt;w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:UseMarginsForDrawingGridOrigin/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;     &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am now in my 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; week of being here and almost finished my 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; week of school with Graham. Last week when I started, the previous personal assistant (P.A) took me around and explained all that I needed to know. I was on my own after that…I felt like I went back to school because of attending all of Graham’s classes as well taking down additional notes. I have observed a lot of Graham’s learning style, his academic background &amp;amp; the expectations of the teachers. I guess you could say I am mending the gap between the two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My day begins at 5:40am and ends usually around 10pm. We leave for school around 7:15am (it’s about a 25-30min commute) and the first bell rings at 8am. At 3pm the last bell rings and all the students head to after-school activities. We usually don’t end up leaving for home until 4:30/5pm. It varies daily depending on additional things that may come up. Shortly after we arrive home and unpacked from the car, we sit down for dinner.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;whew, what a day! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am beginning to meet a lot of people my same age who are also in their first year at ISU. It has been so fun meeting those from all around the world. I look forward to building friendships and relationships as time goes on while developing a good community with them outside of school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In addition to meeting people at school, I have been meeting a lot of volunteer ROWAN staff! Pastor Paul, David Wafula, Jim, and Ashley all play specific roles in the growing ministry of ROWAN. I feel so blessed to have met them and to work alongside each one as we step forward in the steps God gives us to take. &lt;i&gt;Next week I will be heading to the village for a WEEK! From &lt;b&gt;Oct 17-22&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; I will be meeting lots of children, widows, families, and staff. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I will be observing the current projects and also doing a few as well. There is a huge event that will be launching soon so any time I can get up to the village will be a huge benefit in preparing for it! Tuesday night I met with Jim &amp;amp; Ashley and we decided that we will need to go to the village at the end of this month as well! So I will be going to the village again &lt;b&gt;Oct 27-30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;!! Once we confirm a few things with the project I will announce it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am beyond excited for ROWAN and I am blessed to be a part of it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everything else is going well! My body is still adjusting with food and such but it will get there..i hope! &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am gradually getting a feel for where things are and feeling more comfortable with moving around on bodas. It’s crazy what they can fit through…it’s definitely an adventure every time! From weaving in and out of cars, to riding down a busy sidewalk, to squeezing through trucks, to the busy nightlife..it’s a wild, yet fun ride! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am so thankful to be here! My prayer is to continue to come with open eyes and an open heart to whatever God has! I pray I walk in confidence knowing who I am in Him and His leading wherever that may be! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Miss all of you on the other side! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-102498903884177690?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/102498903884177690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=102498903884177690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/102498903884177690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/102498903884177690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/10/3-week-update.html' title='3 WEEK UPDATE!'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-3038264524734775802</id><published>2011-10-09T09:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T09:30:01.599-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watoto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><title type='text'>WATOTO, FRIENDS, &amp; A BODA BODA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i have been looking forward to today since last week. i went to watoto church in downtown kampala. it was a bit adventuresome due to the down pour of rain. i barely made it to the taxi stage in town. i had no choice to jump in with the first person and go. :) i made it to church in good timing though. my heart was full as i worshipped with so many ugandan's. we joyfully sang together, had a day of thanksgiving with dedicating babies, as well as the teaching of scripture. i felt right at home! i'm looking forward to building relationships and community there. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;as i was waiting for the rain to stop i saw a familiar face, phillip! he hosted our team around kampala during the 2 weeks we were here a year ago. it was so fun to see him!! hopefully i will bumped into him again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;after church i met up with a friend of mine, jill wiebe, again i met here last year. she is from canada and was a part of showing us around to the baby homes. we met at a roof top restaurant at a mall in town and enjoyed catching up. afterwards we headed our separate ways on boda boda's. it was my first ride on a taxi motorcycle!! thankfully i had a safe driver and enjoyed ride. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;every day i hope to become more comfortable at moving around the city. tomorrow or tuesday i am planning to meet up with a few ROWAN staff after i finish with school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;missing everyone from home though! would love to hear from you if you get a chance!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;much love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-3038264524734775802?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/3038264524734775802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=3038264524734775802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/3038264524734775802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/3038264524734775802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/10/watoto-friends-boda-boda.html' title='WATOTO, FRIENDS, &amp; A BODA BODA'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-4227412982920365770</id><published>2011-10-02T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T11:20:00.655-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><title type='text'>enjoying these days</title><content type='html'>tomorrow is my first official day at ISU. i'm so ready to get on a normal schedule! it really has been nice to have a relaxing first few days but i'm looking forward to it picking up. i believe the Lord wants me to be a good steward of my time and energy. i am choosing to be thankful though for these days because i know down the road i will be wanting some restful days. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday the girls (amy, emma, ellie &amp;amp; i) met up with another MAF family (jill, esther, &amp;amp; arriana who live down the street). we went down to the mall area for a few errands. it ended up being a much more fun outing then we anticipated. on top of the crazy traffic &amp;amp; torrential down pour of rain we enjoyed our time away from the house. our first stop was getting lunch at this pizza place, then off to a furniture &amp;amp; lamp store, then we got our toes done (which was a nice treat). we ended up staying until dinner time and ate at a place called ranchers. this place reminded me so much of being in texas. crazy enough, they had steak! it wasn't bad. its always fun to try places like this in uganda. you just never know what you're going to get. TIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;driving into kampala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1H_2hHap2rk/ToiKVbWx1aI/AAAAAAAABEA/YuGowXSKqkA/s1600/IMG_1322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1H_2hHap2rk/ToiKVbWx1aI/AAAAAAAABEA/YuGowXSKqkA/s200/IMG_1322.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i loved this store! so many fun lamps!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIA1gyLStmk/ToiKiIEZpyI/AAAAAAAABEM/f-NuSQmiFl4/s1600/IMG_1328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIA1gyLStmk/ToiKiIEZpyI/AAAAAAAABEM/f-NuSQmiFl4/s200/IMG_1328.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLPAly-KmJg/ToiKfkHJJcI/AAAAAAAABEI/MRA9xrgtzqk/s1600/IMG_1327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLPAly-KmJg/ToiKfkHJJcI/AAAAAAAABEI/MRA9xrgtzqk/s200/IMG_1327.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;today we went to church at KBC (kampala baptist church). i met more people from different countries. it amazes me that so many foreigners are here in one place. there are australians, britts, scots, and more. i will be meeting more people from varies places tomorrow as i start my first day of school with graham. i am looking forward to it and what doors the Lord opens up for me. &lt;i&gt;my prayer is that God will continue to go before me and lead me with every step. my eyes and heart are open to whatever is in front of me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also got to speak with kelsey about some upcoming ROWAN things. yay!! i am going to be meeting pastor paul and david mafula (both are on staff) on wednesday night. hopefully we will discuss when i will get to head out to the village. kels is working up a few projects i can do this side with the people in the village. &lt;i&gt;pray that the timing of when i go and the coordinating of it all will work out!&lt;/i&gt; i REALLY want to get out there as soon as i can! &lt;i&gt;my heart is for the rural.&lt;/i&gt; praying about going the week i have off school in a few weeks. i want to spend as long as i can there within the school schedule i'm on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;that's it for now. but here are a few pics of the kiddos i get to hang out with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;daniel, amy (our neighbors little girl), and emma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(missing 3 kids from the rodger's family)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nrR1HgtSmA/ToiLRjg4m-I/AAAAAAAABEQ/if8cdewd4v0/s1600/DSC01265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nrR1HgtSmA/ToiLRjg4m-I/AAAAAAAABEQ/if8cdewd4v0/s200/DSC01265.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sweet elly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kog3uSXWNA/ToiKdFmHd4I/AAAAAAAABEE/CE2aHRtyHzk/s1600/IMG_1324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kog3uSXWNA/ToiKdFmHd4I/AAAAAAAABEE/CE2aHRtyHzk/s200/IMG_1324.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;here's my room for those who are wondering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yWTtXzzMNIc/ToiKKWr67UI/AAAAAAAABD4/y_yCvqnDufw/s1600/DSC01260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yWTtXzzMNIc/ToiKKWr67UI/AAAAAAAABD4/y_yCvqnDufw/s200/DSC01260.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i6urHoIjFm8/ToiKTyATTDI/AAAAAAAABD8/DjnyB-6gD_g/s1600/DSC01261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i6urHoIjFm8/ToiKTyATTDI/AAAAAAAABD8/DjnyB-6gD_g/s200/DSC01261.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-4227412982920365770?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/4227412982920365770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=4227412982920365770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/4227412982920365770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/4227412982920365770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/10/enjoying-these-days.html' title='enjoying these days'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1H_2hHap2rk/ToiKVbWx1aI/AAAAAAAABEA/YuGowXSKqkA/s72-c/IMG_1322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-7813501448061394920</id><published>2011-09-29T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T08:00:05.857-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><title type='text'>out &amp; about</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well today i finally feel like i am on uganda time. :) i woke up got some coffee, hung out with kiddos, read my bible out on the terrace, and helped graham with a little of his homework. from just discussing a little with him, i can see how important it is to come alongside him with his school work. he is having trouble reading and being diligent in his homework. i think that is with most teenage boys anyways. :) i have already observed a lot just in the small time i have been here with the family &amp;amp; especially graham. he is a bright boy with a future ahead of him and i just hope i will be able to ignite a passion in him to have goals and dreams. i know it will take time, as most things do. but i looking forward to learning not only from graham and the family, but even learning some language myself. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so i ventured out today. dave picked me up from the house and i went to his office to exchange some money. then i went off by myself. (don't worry mom &amp;amp; dad, the area where i live is fine to walk around according to dave &amp;amp; amy). anyways, i was told to go try "coffee at last". it's a cute little coffee shop off makindye road. it has an american feel, especially with country music playing. what! texas country music in uganda?! crazy i know. BUT the coffee is good! i've been meeting all the people that work here. i have to say...ugandan's are so kind and hospitable! so as i sit outside on the balcony watching people pass whether walking, riding bodas, in cars, or in small buses...i'm soaking it in. i love it. i love interacting with the people, watching, smelling, and embracing all that is around me. it's so different from america, but in it's own way it already feels normal to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tomorrow i will more than likely go up to ISU (international school of uganda) and meet with someone about tutoring graham. it will be nice to see the school layout and familiarize myself before hitting the a full day come monday. i am not sure of the plans for this weekend just yet; however, i may be going up to mawanga village, meeting pastor paul, or any other ROWAN staff here in the city. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i am seeing how different life is and the experience thus far with not being with a team of some sort. i know there are pros and cons about both, but one thing i have enjoyed is the opportunity and ability to truly see and take in the culture here. i get to walk around, say hi to those traveling on foot and just be as normal as you can be. i am looking forward to truly getting the ugandan experience when i ride on a boda boda (a little motorcycle).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;thank you again for the letters you have written. i take out a few a day and read them. my heart is refreshed each time knowing the incredible support i have behind me. so i leave you with a picture of me sitting on the balcony enjoying some african coffee this afternoon! i'm sure this will become a regular stop for me..i've already informed one of the managers and he has happy about that! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KoeknA-3e4I/ToRmNl46nwI/AAAAAAAABD0/NMObZE4_qeM/s1600/Photo+39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KoeknA-3e4I/ToRmNl46nwI/AAAAAAAABD0/NMObZE4_qeM/s200/Photo+39.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We are therefore Christ's ambassadors, as though God were making His appeal through us. We implore you on Christ's behalf: Be reconciled to God. God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God." 2 Cor. 5:20-21&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-7813501448061394920?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/7813501448061394920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=7813501448061394920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/7813501448061394920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/7813501448061394920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/09/out-about.html' title='out &amp; about'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KoeknA-3e4I/ToRmNl46nwI/AAAAAAAABD0/NMObZE4_qeM/s72-c/Photo+39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-410266850734781835</id><published>2011-09-28T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T08:37:44.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><title type='text'>Hello from Uganda!</title><content type='html'>i made it! after almost 24 hours of traveling i am back in africa. i am still getting adjusted to the time because my body sure thinks it's in texas time. sleeping on the plane didn't happen that much so i am thankful for a solid 8-9hours today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plan today and tomorrow is to rest and get adjusted. friday i will go to the school and meet with a couple people to get started working with graham. monday will be my official first day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also looking forward in meeting some ROWAN staff. i believe pastor paul is the first to meet before he flies to the states to marry kelsey &amp;amp; thadd oct 15. :) hopefully i will be going to the village soon to start getting to know everyone there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as i sit in the living room at the rodgers house with the rain coming down outside i still can't believe i am here. so many adjustments are to come but i am ready for them. &amp;nbsp;thank you again for your prayers, excitement, and encouragement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-410266850734781835?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/410266850734781835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=410266850734781835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/410266850734781835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/410266850734781835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/09/hello-from-uganda.html' title='Hello from Uganda!'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-8572231175424846558</id><published>2011-09-27T02:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T02:16:14.150-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><title type='text'>a little reflection in Amsterdam</title><content type='html'>as i sit here at amsterdam airport waiting on my next flight, i can't help but be thankful for all of you who have been a part of my life. whether i have known you for many years or if i have only known you for less than that. each of you have been used to guide me to where i am. i believe God uses His people to speak. i believe He encourages, strengthens, challenges, loves, and guides us through the body of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also can't help but reflect on the last time i was sitting here at starbucks in amsterdam. paying $7 for a tall coffee, sleeping on the couches, and getting to know each other. i was with my team from passion city church. and so as i sit here, i remember them! i am thankful for the relationships and friendships that were established through those 2 weeks loving on babies together. that trip we took had a huge impact on why i am returning. little did i know 1 year later, i would be moving to uganda. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who don't know the timeline and how quickly God moves here's what it looked like for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sept 2010 &lt;/b&gt;- spent 2 weeks in uganda with watoto children's ministry. met my friend kelsey young (co-founder of ROWAN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jan 2011&lt;/b&gt; - kelsey was in the states &amp;amp; came to texas to speak to several groups at church (from that point we began discussing a summer trip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;June 2011&lt;/b&gt; - kelsey shares with me about the family she is living with needs a full-time tutor for Graham (who in fact is from Mawanga village that ROWAN is working in). met amy (the mom) and discussed the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aug 1, 2011&lt;/b&gt; - stepped in faith and bought a plane ticket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sept 26&lt;/b&gt; - i left for Uganda. moving in with the rodgers family, helping graham at the international school, and working alongside ROWAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it blows me away of how quickly God moves when we are open to see it! every part has all worked in accordance to His ultimate purpose in furthering His kingdom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to entebbe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-8572231175424846558?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/8572231175424846558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=8572231175424846558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8572231175424846558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8572231175424846558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/09/little-reflection-in-amsterdam.html' title='a little reflection in Amsterdam'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-8581219230179703758</id><published>2011-09-26T02:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T02:59:23.128-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><title type='text'>my last night in the states...</title><content type='html'>its almost 3am as i am writing this. my flight leaves in 13hrs. i am about to take my 3 bags and move to uganda. it has come so quickly and it all feels surreal. but as much as i can be, i ready. i'm ready to get back to my second home and i'm looking forward to sharing it with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the eve of my departure, many of my family and friends came by to "send me off" to uganda. i absolutely loved getting to see so many people. my heart was encouraged by our conversations, prayers, and worship. what a beautiful picture of the body of Christ! i am so grateful for the relationships i have been blessed with here in cleburne. God has used each one to spur me on and make me more like Him. no matter where i am, God has been gracious to bless me with wonderful friendships. i am looking ahead to who He will introduce me with and allow me to walk next to in life while living in uganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are a few pictures from tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;britt and i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VKG2FRTocDA/ToAobA378RI/AAAAAAAABDI/oPzsu-FvWeU/s1600/DSC01240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VKG2FRTocDA/ToAobA378RI/AAAAAAAABDI/oPzsu-FvWeU/s200/DSC01240.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my friend jennifer drove all the way from dallas!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just love her! thank you for coming!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jcR1De5h1hE/ToAow_73LVI/AAAAAAAABDM/MMaB610aOP4/s1600/DSC01242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jcR1De5h1hE/ToAow_73LVI/AAAAAAAABDM/MMaB610aOP4/s200/DSC01242.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the buren 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHF5smHkPko/ToApF2HBiBI/AAAAAAAABDQ/oxm3BQDNPrQ/s1600/DSC01244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHF5smHkPko/ToApF2HBiBI/AAAAAAAABDQ/oxm3BQDNPrQ/s200/DSC01244.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;sweet prayer time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zs1IY_ZuApk/ToApf1S1q2I/AAAAAAAABDU/sTHQHUpCRHA/s1600/DSC01245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zs1IY_ZuApk/ToApf1S1q2I/AAAAAAAABDU/sTHQHUpCRHA/s200/DSC01245.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vickie and some of the Ford crew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvRxg1iiecE/ToAp2NYR_kI/AAAAAAAABDY/LBxFsDrD1YQ/s1600/DSC01247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvRxg1iiecE/ToAp2NYR_kI/AAAAAAAABDY/LBxFsDrD1YQ/s200/DSC01247.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h3S8Kd_AHqY/ToAqFpv_qSI/AAAAAAAABDc/WA6ErwWSjrU/s1600/DSC01248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h3S8Kd_AHqY/ToAqFpv_qSI/AAAAAAAABDc/WA6ErwWSjrU/s200/DSC01248.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Britton, Anna (left); JJ and the girls plus josh (right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VCS4P7me324/ToAqnhSYqMI/AAAAAAAABDk/QyqihVgEwHY/s1600/DSC01253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VCS4P7me324/ToAqnhSYqMI/AAAAAAAABDk/QyqihVgEwHY/s200/DSC01253.JPG" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5STJSpRKuoo/ToAq2hFNjMI/AAAAAAAABDo/aEsD7J97dfw/s1600/DSC01256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5STJSpRKuoo/ToAq2hFNjMI/AAAAAAAABDo/aEsD7J97dfw/s200/DSC01256.JPG" width="169" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;dad and us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--wynjqE-uDQ/ToAqVegHMvI/AAAAAAAABDg/YKhnBa59LgI/s1600/DSC01250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--wynjqE-uDQ/ToAqVegHMvI/AAAAAAAABDg/YKhnBa59LgI/s200/DSC01250.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you again for everyone's love, support and prayers! seriously, my spirit has been lifted because of you. i anxiously look forward to sharing the journey with you! my love goes out to you and the next time you hear from me i will be in route or in uganda!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2072394550"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2072394551"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-8581219230179703758?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/8581219230179703758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=8581219230179703758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8581219230179703758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8581219230179703758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-last-night-in-states.html' title='my last night in the states...'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VKG2FRTocDA/ToAobA378RI/AAAAAAAABDI/oPzsu-FvWeU/s72-c/DSC01240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-8066362521813992364</id><published>2011-09-20T09:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T09:00:15.670-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>a trip down south</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;sept 9-12 i was down in new braunfels for one of my best friends bachelorette party. we had a blast hanging out at the lake, going to dinner in gruene, and teepeeing the house of the bachelor party (we ended up getting caught and some of us got thrown in the lake). i also got to spend time with my sister, jamie, and her family before i leave the country. much needed fun and refreshing weekend! here are a few pictures of the weekend below...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my precious friend sarah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QObgQnB8_-g/TniD8HBvs2I/AAAAAAAABCg/5-A9sAXNyhE/s1600/DSC01234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QObgQnB8_-g/TniD8HBvs2I/AAAAAAAABCg/5-A9sAXNyhE/s200/DSC01234.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;love all the boots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uSLmDGFyoHA/TnZYr43POLI/AAAAAAAABCE/hc-LVMcYdIA/s1600/IMG_1255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uSLmDGFyoHA/TnZYr43POLI/AAAAAAAABCE/hc-LVMcYdIA/s200/IMG_1255.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my beautiful friend sarah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YdpvyF0OUaA/TnZYtCSnKGI/AAAAAAAABCI/OGON6kInGS4/s1600/IMG_1257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YdpvyF0OUaA/TnZYtCSnKGI/AAAAAAAABCI/OGON6kInGS4/s200/IMG_1257.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gruene, tx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tSupHSM9R4/TnZYt-y-lTI/AAAAAAAABCM/LIVT_uVVsWs/s1600/IMG_1260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tSupHSM9R4/TnZYt-y-lTI/AAAAAAAABCM/LIVT_uVVsWs/s200/IMG_1260.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the amazing sunset at my sister's house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C0VNV1qU9o4/TnZY5cGxJiI/AAAAAAAABCc/tzkrf9f7b4c/s1600/IMG_1269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C0VNV1qU9o4/TnZY5cGxJiI/AAAAAAAABCc/tzkrf9f7b4c/s200/IMG_1269.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i head back down on thursday for the big celebration weekend of sarah marrying matthew! i can't wait to &amp;nbsp;to spend time with them as we honor them on what will just be the beginning of life together!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-8066362521813992364?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/8066362521813992364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=8066362521813992364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8066362521813992364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8066362521813992364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/09/trip-down-south.html' title='a trip down south'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QObgQnB8_-g/TniD8HBvs2I/AAAAAAAABCg/5-A9sAXNyhE/s72-c/DSC01234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-2913209924016180247</id><published>2011-09-18T17:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T17:30:00.128-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><title type='text'>from months. to weeks. now DAYS.</title><content type='html'>i have just 7 days to have everything....either packed up in my bags or packed up to store. it has been a few weeks of stress, errands, packing, list making, and trying to prepare my heart and mind for the journey ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have days of excitement and energy. then days of overwhelming stress. i am starting to feel the tug between the two worlds. i am in the transition period. which for me is hard. i am packing up my life here but yet i'm still here for a week. i am trying to spend time with loved ones which brings the emotions and reality of me leaving, but yet i am trying to look at all the exciting adventures ahead! it is that push and pull. these moments and feelings are inevitable. they are just sometimes difficult to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is weird for me to think a week from wednesday, i will be waking up to the sounds, smells, and feel of africa. yes i will be living with an american family so the culture of the home will be similar to what i know here, but still surrounding me will be everything africa. it will be everything, i know, i hope for. as i wake up in uganda, you will be going to sleep in america. the difference in time. the difference in communicating. the difference in life. my world is about to collide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though worlds apart. we both will still be living life. still striving for goals we have set. still dealing with struggles. still working hard. whether that is going to school at a university, being involved in a sorority or church group, leading small groups, working 8 to 5, being a tutor, a babysitter, a mom, a caretaker, a counselor. though we may have different tasks and living in different locations dealing with a variety of things, we have a common purpose. the purpose to which we were called in carrying the name of Jesus to others. may we recognize that we are a unified body, placed specifically by the Lord in unique areas to fulfill His plans in our lives. acknowledging that it is not about us, but ALL about Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may we continue to be unified in spirit to encourage, strengthen, and pray for one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-2913209924016180247?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/2913209924016180247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=2913209924016180247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/2913209924016180247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/2913209924016180247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/09/from-months-to-weeks-now-days.html' title='from months. to weeks. now DAYS.'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-8089667660338479368</id><published>2011-08-31T22:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T22:25:00.980-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>a must read...</title><content type='html'>i love reading. it has always been something i love to do. but with crazy schedules and on the go most of the time, it gets hard to sit and read.&amp;nbsp;lately though, i have made it my goal to carve out time to read on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing is for certain though. reading books is so good for me. it's good for my heart. it's good for my mind. it's good for my spirit. it's good for my well being. there is something about letting myself sit, get caught up in a book, pushing the distractions aside, being challenged, and gaining more then what i began with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my friends recommended a book to me this summer. it's called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;when helping hurts: how to alleviate poverty&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;without hurting the poor and yourself."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nehbNSnZX8s/Tl4hKkR3KmI/AAAAAAAABCA/UFzm4-_x2wA/s1600/IMG_1135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nehbNSnZX8s/Tl4hKkR3KmI/AAAAAAAABCA/UFzm4-_x2wA/s320/IMG_1135.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love when i open up this book to read. i learn more. i relate more. i grow more in how to come alongside others no matter the culture, the color of skin, the socioeconomic status, or the lifestyle. for it's not about any of those things that our world or society says that makes us different. we are all suffering and dealing with poverty in one way or another. we are not here to tell people wh&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;at or how to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. we are hear to &lt;u&gt;do &lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;life WITH others&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. to build relationships. to learn from each other. to serve one another. to share our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is what this book discusses. so many times we (individuals, small teams, short term mission teams, ministries, churches, etc) will go do mission trips to alleviete some form of poverty of others. we will go thinking "we have something to offer". we go with a "fix it" mentality. we go with a plethora of projects, to-do lists, materials, and so much more. i am not saying this is a bad thing, but when you really think about the culture, the people and country you are going to be a part of, you may not need any of that. when it comes down to it, &lt;i&gt;the relationships you form with the people &lt;u&gt;is&lt;/u&gt; the most important thing &lt;/i&gt;and&amp;nbsp;should be the ulimate goal of any mission trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes more time to sit and talk with others. it takes more time to discuss the ups and downs of life. it takes more time to hear people's life story. it takes more time to truly get to know others. it takes more time to make disciples as we have been called to do.&amp;nbsp;building relationships is not a quick, easy to-do project. it is an ongoing, everyday, long-term commitment. you may not see instant results, but your life as well as theirs, will be changed forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-8089667660338479368?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/8089667660338479368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=8089667660338479368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8089667660338479368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8089667660338479368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/08/must-read.html' title='a must read...'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nehbNSnZX8s/Tl4hKkR3KmI/AAAAAAAABCA/UFzm4-_x2wA/s72-c/IMG_1135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-5962843896446681588</id><published>2011-08-25T13:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T13:00:03.741-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><title type='text'>dad's journey continues...</title><content type='html'>every now and then, there are dates that i wish i didn't remember. dates that i wish didn't have a significance. before the actually date, its just a date. but after...well..it becomes a day that affects so many. it becomes a day full of sorrow. sadness. heaviness. tears. questions. thoughts. and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the date i am referencing to is august 8. that is the day my family got news the doctors found cancer cells in my dad's liver (it's the same cancer they had found in his esophagus and his adrenal gland). we don't know much more than that. and honestly, i am glad. that is enough to process for now. my dad will go back down in mid-october to do another scan then decide the treatment options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interestingly enough, this came 1 week AFTER i booked my plane ticket to uganda. and my parents go back to the doctor 2 weeks AFTER i leave. i questioned it immediately...what do i do? do i go ahead and change my flight even though i don't know the outcome? do i wait? do i go?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the wavering, with much thought and prayer, i have to trust the Lord in this. He has taken care of my dad and my family from the very beginning of this 3 1/2 year journey. He has given us strength when we are weary. comfort when we are sorrowful. joy when we are in pain. He has lifted our heads when they lay low. He has covered us with peace when there was non before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one would choose the journey my family has walked through. but through it all God is continuously drawing us to Himself. He is leading us to trust Him more. He is revealing to us that there is deeper joy in the very center of it all. this journey is not about us. it's about HIM. He is using this to make much of Himself. He's wants us to see Him in it. and so i will choose that above all else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to believe that EVERYTHING works together for our good and His Glory! i am still praying for ultimate healing for my dad. for his daily strength. for his joy. for his life. for his heart. for i will always have hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;picture taken at a wedding in NM back in July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yeroy87iOhA/TlRrEVJ-DZI/AAAAAAAABB4/tF6XZOCgVvo/s1600/DSC01085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yeroy87iOhA/TlRrEVJ-DZI/AAAAAAAABB4/tF6XZOCgVvo/s320/DSC01085.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teamjanszen.blogspot.com/"&gt;our blog for my dad's journey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;another one of my friends got married august 12 in conway, arkansas...it was such a fun weekend of celebrating and getting to love on Emily. i have loved doing life with this girl even though we are a state away. i have learned so much from her boldness and discipline in prayer, her passion for life, lively spirit, and our shared love for africa! this girl deserves to be celebrated!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;getting dressed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(emily, her mom, and sister)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bxte75geS6g/TlHs_5K8bGI/AAAAAAAABBU/sje7WLzP1hk/s1600/DSC01164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bxte75geS6g/TlHs_5K8bGI/AAAAAAAABBU/sje7WLzP1hk/s200/DSC01164.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;erin and i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(love her!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAONLLX-h_M/TlHtUBq8IAI/AAAAAAAABBY/i9XgOd3HQ6I/s1600/DSC01172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAONLLX-h_M/TlHtUBq8IAI/AAAAAAAABBY/i9XgOd3HQ6I/s200/DSC01172.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shoes!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(notice the bride is wearing TOMS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0p1xBHHJqc/TlHteZboBmI/AAAAAAAABBc/enePTNenNKI/s1600/DSC01176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0p1xBHHJqc/TlHteZboBmI/AAAAAAAABBc/enePTNenNKI/s320/DSC01176.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the wedding party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ld_huexniAk/TlHtpp6wKrI/AAAAAAAABBg/Ou40DWmJXP8/s1600/DSC01177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="121" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ld_huexniAk/TlHtpp6wKrI/AAAAAAAABBg/Ou40DWmJXP8/s200/DSC01177.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;erin, emily, and i pre-wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dLsgGIDdS1s/TlHtwmXxErI/AAAAAAAABBk/4LdVLQorSGM/s1600/DSC01180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dLsgGIDdS1s/TlHtwmXxErI/AAAAAAAABBk/4LdVLQorSGM/s320/DSC01180.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Boedeker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XY-lq6nqeCk/TlHt31JuMuI/AAAAAAAABBo/UG08yoWBuLg/s1600/DSC01188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XY-lq6nqeCk/TlHt31JuMuI/AAAAAAAABBo/UG08yoWBuLg/s200/DSC01188.JPG" width="121" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the cake and bridal portrait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DTSRGbOU5Do/TlHuMGHZ9ZI/AAAAAAAABBs/j5iYuEH8vkg/s1600/DSC01199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DTSRGbOU5Do/TlHuMGHZ9ZI/AAAAAAAABBs/j5iYuEH8vkg/s200/DSC01199.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all 4 of us...together again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are such strong irons in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and i am so thankful for each of them!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(erin, emily, me, and steph...some of my greatest friends!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjO8BGgGRfg/TlHun7qMhgI/AAAAAAAABBw/h7VwIalWrAM/s1600/DSC01205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjO8BGgGRfg/TlHun7qMhgI/AAAAAAAABBw/h7VwIalWrAM/s320/DSC01205.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;garrett, me, and steph..plus little garrison! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(they've been married 2 1/2 yrs and are expecting their first child later this fall.&lt;br /&gt;he'll be making his appearance at the end of sept!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyzPat-7n_E/TlHu_E3CFWI/AAAAAAAABB0/lGa0_9qfwWo/s1600/DSC01206.JPG" 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><title type='text'>leaving on a jet plane...</title><content type='html'>well i did it. i booked my plane for uganda back on august 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am leaving for "the pearl of africa" on september 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7SG0QwHX4Z8/TlHn3DE01AI/AAAAAAAABBM/-SUxUV8jW3M/s1600/ugand-_map.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7SG0QwHX4Z8/TlHn3DE01AI/AAAAAAAABBM/-SUxUV8jW3M/s200/ugand-_map.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 5 weeks....35 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will pack it all up here in cleburne, texas and head east to the beautiful continent of africa that has always held a part of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is surreal everyday now to think i will be walking the streets, interacting, conversing, praying with, dreaming with, teaching, mentoring, being taught, learning from and being challenged by those of another country, another race, another culture, another nation, another tribe...but in that, there is such beauty for we were created for just that. i can wait to experience ALL of what God has in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so from this day until i climb onto the plane, i will be doing the best i can in preparing my heart, my mind, and my spirit for the task ahead. i am beyond thankful for the community i have established here. for the support. for the prayers. for the love i have received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cup overflows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-7727661071061972996?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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share every experience with whoever is reading this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so get ready for updates galore....happy blogging to me...and to you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-3712465961383784104?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/3712465961383784104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=3712465961383784104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/3712465961383784104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/3712465961383784104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-7413337491351644311</id><published>2011-07-25T12:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T12:00:00.123-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><title type='text'>a longing fulfilled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IwgQzF9UgWM/TixhZoUXGbI/AAAAAAAABBA/mFQaLCY-EFE/s1600/IMG_0914.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IwgQzF9UgWM/TixhZoUXGbI/AAAAAAAABBA/mFQaLCY-EFE/s320/IMG_0914.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'll be honest with you (or whoever is reading this). i've been afraid to dream sometimes. not because i don't want to or that i don't have dreams at all. i am afraid that i will be called foolish. i am afraid i won't be supported. not encouraged. or not challenged to go for it. i am also afraid that my dreams won't come full circle. that i will start an idea but then won't have enough creativity to carry it through or actually make it happen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i know that is my flesh waring against me in every way. this is satan's way of trying to pry me away little by little of dreaming dreams that God has actually planted inside of me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and so i return to read this scripture and bold statement...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I know what you need before you ask Me,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;so dream big, pray big and believe big."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;the more i speak out the dreams i believe God has planted inside of me. the more real they become. and the more excited and alive i become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;one dream in particular is truly becoming reality...the dream of returning to Africa and serving the people there. it is coming to fruition this year. yes...this year! :) to make a long explanation short...i will be moving there the end of september to be a private tutor to a ugandan child. i will be living with the american family who adopted him. i will also have the greatest privilege of partnering and working alongside &lt;a href="http://www.loverowan.com/"&gt;ROWAN&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i still can't believe it. God is soo good. He has known the longing in my heart. He has heard &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; cry. He has heard &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; cry. He has answered in His perfect timing. this is His beautiful story He is writing and i just get to be a part of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;thank you, O Lord, for allowing me to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;be involved in what you are doing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;may you be exalted! may others see You&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and may they be drawn to You! Amen&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-7413337491351644311?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/7413337491351644311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=7413337491351644311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/7413337491351644311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/7413337491351644311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/07/longing-fulfilled.html' title='a longing fulfilled'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IwgQzF9UgWM/TixhZoUXGbI/AAAAAAAABBA/mFQaLCY-EFE/s72-c/IMG_0914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-221807499367762681</id><published>2011-07-19T08:00:00.027-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T08:00:01.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy July...part 2</title><content type='html'>july 10-16th : Camp Fuego in Bethany, LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had an opportunity to go work a week of youth camp in louisiana. i wasn't sure what it would entail and if there would be space. i actually didn't know for sure until just a few days before students came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my parents and i drove 10hrs back to fort worth from new mexico, i jumped in my car and drove another 3 1/2 hours east to louisiana. i love road trips, but this one was really long. it was so worth it though! i met up with kevin (the boy in my life) and he began introducing me to a lot of fuego staff. it was a bit overwhelming, but by the end of the week we all became best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp fuego is set up just like any other student life camp. churches bring their youth group and we as the staff facility their time at camp. we had large group sessions with worship and teaching of the word. we had small group sessions (aka..."DG" [discussion group]). we had recreation activities. fuego fun. and late night staff games (mafia and signs)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my DG for the week was 11th graders, both boys and girls. my co-leader was john and we had an incredible group of kids. our DG time was amazing. one of my favorite things is sitting with students and talking about life. it is powerful and encouraging for both parites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 precious girls i hung out with ALOT at fuego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uPeXYijPcLc/TiR10QJTVMI/AAAAAAAABAk/LehiTYH36n4/s1600/DSC01131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uPeXYijPcLc/TiR10QJTVMI/AAAAAAAABAk/LehiTYH36n4/s320/DSC01131.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1st pic @ fuego w/kevin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0sQNvH3sMdg/TiR2LjylrBI/AAAAAAAABAo/rdxn0e79zOo/s1600/DSC01134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0sQNvH3sMdg/TiR2LjylrBI/AAAAAAAABAo/rdxn0e79zOo/s320/DSC01134.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DG #21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qwWifZqYABo/TiR20fGLQtI/AAAAAAAABAs/kBGTDPxD3z4/s1600/DSC01140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qwWifZqYABo/TiR20fGLQtI/AAAAAAAABAs/kBGTDPxD3z4/s320/DSC01140.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kevin and i with some of his old students from river valley church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-we ate just about every meal together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-svPJTbjIFSI/TiR3NlrUVYI/AAAAAAAABAw/bN8iVW1lLAI/s1600/DSC01141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-svPJTbjIFSI/TiR3NlrUVYI/AAAAAAAABAw/bN8iVW1lLAI/s320/DSC01141.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my roommates for the week:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ann Marie, Lauren, and Meg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ejxO8XxxnM/TiR3vbJARyI/AAAAAAAABA0/_BsqRMVvrkA/s1600/DSC01145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ejxO8XxxnM/TiR3vbJARyI/AAAAAAAABA0/_BsqRMVvrkA/s320/DSC01145.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 more beautiful friends i made at fuego..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E_7bPlNGD0Y/TiR37lJsaXI/AAAAAAAABA4/cvRyQRjO7Lg/s1600/DSC01147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E_7bPlNGD0Y/TiR37lJsaXI/AAAAAAAABA4/cvRyQRjO7Lg/s320/DSC01147.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;last day @ fuego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6fjj6Qk0sEs/TiR4F7TCxvI/AAAAAAAABA8/CJHpfjlQmZI/s1600/DSC01149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6fjj6Qk0sEs/TiR4F7TCxvI/AAAAAAAABA8/CJHpfjlQmZI/s320/DSC01149.JPG" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all lost sleep that week, but to be in great fellowship and community with these people was worth every minute. i now have a new family of friends in which i am beyond blessed to have!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-221807499367762681?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/221807499367762681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=221807499367762681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/221807499367762681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/221807499367762681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-julypart-2.html' title='Happy July...part 2'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uPeXYijPcLc/TiR10QJTVMI/AAAAAAAABAk/LehiTYH36n4/s72-c/DSC01131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-4686630769587013645</id><published>2011-07-18T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T12:42:20.016-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Mexico'/><title type='text'>Happy July...part 1</title><content type='html'>i can't believe this month is already half-way gone. so many fun things have happened, thus the reason for lack of blog posts...here's a recap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;july 2-4th : weekend of family reunions, lots of food, and good fellowship at the lake for the holiday (sadly i did not take any pictures...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;july 5-10th : mom, dad, and i took a road trip to red river, nm. we spent most of our time with my aunt and uncle at their cabin, but the main event was our best family friends' wedding. one of their daughters was getting married in angel fire. we had an absolute blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at dinner in red river&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UWpRkRieIKc/TiRtIbTwFiI/AAAAAAAABAI/vYIkC1uUPgc/s1600/DSC01078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UWpRkRieIKc/TiRtIbTwFiI/AAAAAAAABAI/vYIkC1uUPgc/s320/DSC01078.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;new mexico is beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zdfDerUIJPQ/TiRtVqHHV2I/AAAAAAAABAM/COqn2ASwdBs/s1600/DSC01079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zdfDerUIJPQ/TiRtVqHHV2I/AAAAAAAABAM/COqn2ASwdBs/s320/DSC01079.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my best friend for 18 years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3tLySQ3KW8I/TiRtmY0q_II/AAAAAAAABAQ/TLidc5QBozs/s1600/DSC01081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3tLySQ3KW8I/TiRtmY0q_II/AAAAAAAABAQ/TLidc5QBozs/s320/DSC01081.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dad and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emH8VEWza2Y/TiRtwdUUDEI/AAAAAAAABAU/sJMBrehaKjU/s1600/DSC01085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emH8VEWza2Y/TiRtwdUUDEI/AAAAAAAABAU/sJMBrehaKjU/s320/DSC01085.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;got to hang out with these two beautiful friends&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the reception..bethann &amp;amp; ashley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xwc1o6CRk7o/TiRt5Y-PQrI/AAAAAAAABAY/yiCRqYF7QqM/s1600/DSC01091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xwc1o6CRk7o/TiRt5Y-PQrI/AAAAAAAABAY/yiCRqYF7QqM/s320/DSC01091.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Julie Anna and I..love her so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9szam-iScJ4/TiRvgYnr18I/AAAAAAAABAg/nm2hxaEHqNI/s1600/DSC01109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9szam-iScJ4/TiRvgYnr18I/AAAAAAAABAg/nm2hxaEHqNI/s320/DSC01109.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the precious couple: Michael &amp;amp; KJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7jivSlDXX7k/TiRuN7UpM2I/AAAAAAAABAc/WyOQHprswk0/s1600/DSC01112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7jivSlDXX7k/TiRuN7UpM2I/AAAAAAAABAc/WyOQHprswk0/s320/DSC01112.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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1'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UWpRkRieIKc/TiRtIbTwFiI/AAAAAAAABAI/vYIkC1uUPgc/s72-c/DSC01078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-3318231776407161020</id><published>2011-06-30T15:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:26:18.430-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ROWAN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='necklaces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='widows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><title type='text'>ROWAN BEADS OF HOPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;made by the hands of Ugandan Women...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yy_BdG8E4rM/TgzUKpj02GI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Ai1dD3GYtD4/s1600/DSC01066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yy_BdG8E4rM/TgzUKpj02GI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Ai1dD3GYtD4/s200/DSC01066.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;these necklaces and earrings were all hand made by the woman in the Mawanga village. every piece was intricately made and represents someone. there are faces behind these beautifully made necklaces. there is hope in their eyes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dear friend kelsey works with women from all different backgrounds, but particularly widows; which is part of the heart of &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1009950909"&gt;ROWAN - Rural Orphans and &lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1009950909"&gt;Widows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loverowan.com/"&gt; Aids Network.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when she came to visit me in texas back in january she left these necklaces and calenders....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dbOtK_AzXRc/TgzVfl9cqGI/AAAAAAAABAA/ClhlWAN2_Pk/s1600/DSC01075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dbOtK_AzXRc/TgzVfl9cqGI/AAAAAAAABAA/ClhlWAN2_Pk/s200/DSC01075.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the truth is they need to be sold so that the ministry can receive support. i haven't been the best at focusing on that goal, BUT NOW i am making that my top priority. i am asking for your help...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you will bless so many others by supporting ROWAN through buying one of these items. all proceeds go straight back to ROWAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;necklaces = $10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;earrings = $5/pair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;calenders = $10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/18711456"&gt;watch&lt;/a&gt; this video see how these necklaces were made...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you are interested, leave a comment and your contact information if i don't have it already. i will mail you the items you want! email me, call me, facebook me....lets work together to get these sold for the women in Uganda!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-3318231776407161020?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/3318231776407161020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=3318231776407161020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/3318231776407161020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/3318231776407161020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/06/rowan-beads-of-hope.html' title='ROWAN BEADS OF HOPE'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yy_BdG8E4rM/TgzUKpj02GI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Ai1dD3GYtD4/s72-c/DSC01066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-533930033252691015</id><published>2011-06-27T19:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T20:06:05.193-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>going to all nations...Acts 1:8</title><content type='html'>when God says "go"..He is speaking to everyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is not asking us, He is commanding us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 3 friends who have recently left for 3 &amp;nbsp;different countries and nations...Haiti, Zimbabwe, and Ukraine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have said, "yes, Lord" and put everything aside to "go" on behalf of the Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ask for prayer for them... pray that God will give them insight, wisdom, discernment, encouragement, energy, boldness, and refreshing strength every day in what they will be doing. they are being the hands and feet of Christ to the people of those countries. i am honored to call them friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whitney Turner - Haiti Medical Team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OLzvYW-Ms5I/Tgkb9F6KUHI/AAAAAAAAA_k/3TKCcizxFS4/s1600/DSC00938_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OLzvYW-Ms5I/Tgkb9F6KUHI/AAAAAAAAA_k/3TKCcizxFS4/s200/DSC00938_2.JPG" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hannah-leigh-h.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hannah Leigh Hatterrick&lt;/a&gt; - working on a farm in Zimbabwe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OqC1GFu7fbU/TgkcwQ8RzSI/AAAAAAAAA_o/BmxcOdzA3A0/s1600/188967_1738724983974_1114110651_31811520_4659288_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OqC1GFu7fbU/TgkcwQ8RzSI/AAAAAAAAA_o/BmxcOdzA3A0/s200/188967_1738724983974_1114110651_31811520_4659288_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brittney Snodgress (and the team) - Kiev, Ukraine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fw5sTSZN7q4/Tgko2L9UGeI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Qn39rrb_ynE/s1600/266836_1726773422161_1623202677_31357892_5318632_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fw5sTSZN7q4/Tgko2L9UGeI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Qn39rrb_ynE/s200/266836_1726773422161_1623202677_31357892_5318632_o.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-533930033252691015?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OLzvYW-Ms5I/Tgkb9F6KUHI/AAAAAAAAA_k/3TKCcizxFS4/s72-c/DSC00938_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-98971908444206441</id><published>2011-06-24T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T00:43:59.479-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIssion Trips'/><title type='text'>redirected</title><content type='html'>today i was suppose to arrive at the airport with bags packed and passport in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was suppose to sit with other team members on a 15 hour plane ride to Kiev,Ukraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i battled the emotions knowing they were leaving and i was staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i made the right decision?&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i will miss out on a life changing experience?&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what's the reason for me not going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of battling the emotions and the questions, i realized that i have to trust the One who knows the plan over mine. i can try to create this wonderful idea and get all the details worked out in my head on what i am going to do and where i will go. however, every time i take a step in that direction i get redirected. not completely, but just a different route then what i was suspecting. change is hard. even a slight change can cause you to do a little reevaluation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing our team from church is in route to Kiev, i feel more responsible to pray for them and for what God has in store for each member as they step foot unto the soil of Ukraine. for them...the soil has been prepared. it is ready to receive them. in obedience to the Lord, i know now that it was not for me to go with them. i need and want to pass the torch along. i choose to be a doorholder for those who have not ventured outside their comfort zone to see all that God has waiting for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also know, the soil for where i am to go is being prepared. it is being cultivated and enriched. i can't wait to step foot in the place God alone has prepared for me. i feel it's coming soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-98971908444206441?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/98971908444206441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=98971908444206441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/98971908444206441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/98971908444206441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/06/redirected.html' title='redirected'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-1600734253442745025</id><published>2011-06-07T14:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T14:31:54.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missouri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIssion Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joplin'/><title type='text'>Pictures from Joplin, MO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the sun rising as we drive up to Joplin, MO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_EhZSojhL68/Te515hayW3I/AAAAAAAAA-I/oj_h8zGlvbk/s1600/IMG_1033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_EhZSojhL68/Te515hayW3I/AAAAAAAAA-I/oj_h8zGlvbk/s200/IMG_1033.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;many pictures...but not enough to truly display the magnitude of the tornado damage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: 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style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;at one of the homes we were working at...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Katherine and John Sweeney's Home&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Katherine is in the white shirt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHzCScecQoA/Te52_W-eKuI/AAAAAAAAA_U/COWPi_2Spb4/s1600/IMG_1073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHzCScecQoA/Te52_W-eKuI/AAAAAAAAA_U/COWPi_2Spb4/s200/IMG_1073.JPG" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the Sweeney's House 2 weeks after the tornado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;backyard shot of the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bszABwJblpw/Te52sZMDXwI/AAAAAAAAA-w/xDAyaNNqTG8/s1600/IMG_1060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bszABwJblpw/Te52sZMDXwI/AAAAAAAAA-w/xDAyaNNqTG8/s200/IMG_1060.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the living room that the family was sitting in..seconds after they ran to the safe room the chimney collapsed and fell through the second floor onto where they were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shEP-TQnBEw/Te527CPrsrI/AAAAAAAAA_M/MXOWSkHGQc0/s1600/IMG_1071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shEP-TQnBEw/Te527CPrsrI/AAAAAAAAA_M/MXOWSkHGQc0/s200/IMG_1071.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a few of us finding shade on a break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5sStC3KudxY/Te529XBkXHI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/kZljyfAub04/s1600/IMG_1072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5sStC3KudxY/Te529XBkXHI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/kZljyfAub04/s200/IMG_1072.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;randy snodgress getting a bit feisty after several days of working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EFVCIZOSK68/Te53BCBFWNI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/kO9hwy6wKVI/s1600/IMG_1075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EFVCIZOSK68/Te53BCBFWNI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/kO9hwy6wKVI/s200/IMG_1075.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;found a rather large pot and wanted to try out my balancing skills like those beautiful people in Africa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;guess i need more work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2e_7wl8eDI/Te53DIPixPI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Y-qDwdRPfBA/s1600/IMG_1076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2e_7wl8eDI/Te53DIPixPI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Y-qDwdRPfBA/s200/IMG_1076.JPG" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-1600734253442745025?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/1600734253442745025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=1600734253442745025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/1600734253442745025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/1600734253442745025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/06/sun-rising-as-we-drive-up-to-joplin-mo.html' title='Pictures from Joplin, MO'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_EhZSojhL68/Te515hayW3I/AAAAAAAAA-I/oj_h8zGlvbk/s72-c/IMG_1033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-2247297048413822849</id><published>2011-06-05T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:23:20.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>joy instead of sorrow...</title><content type='html'>Today we went back to "sunset drive" (what we call the house/neighborhood of our work project) to continue working on the house we were at yesterday. We separated out the wood, trees, sheet rock, trash, and any salvagable items the family may want. We also had the privilege of Katherine (wife, mom, homeowner) coming by. We prayed over her and presented her with a Bible that each of us signed. Another girl and I worked side by side with her to load the items we retrieved from the rubble. The time spent with her was powerful in many ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was overwhelmed with tears of joy when we handed her the blankets of her two daughters. She was without words in gratefulness for the work our team had done. I also was moved to tears in seeing the joy &amp; excitement in her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These moments were worth it. It was worth all the sweat, all the lifting and moving, all the heavy carrying, and all the energy. There is restoration happening. It may be slow, but it's happening. One house and one family at a time. They will stand up again and they will endure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am honored and privilege to know this family and serve them. The body of Christ, working in one accord, is beautiful and powerful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ is All,&lt;br /&gt;Joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-2247297048413822849?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/2247297048413822849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=2247297048413822849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/2247297048413822849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/2247297048413822849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/06/joy-instead-of-sorrow.html' title='joy instead of sorrow...'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-5967143460479124094</id><published>2011-06-03T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T22:13:38.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Serving in Joplin</title><content type='html'>Where do you begin trying to put your life back together? Where do you begin searching for your things when they could be anywhere in a 70mile radius? Where do you begin..? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what kept going through my mind as our team began going through some of the damaged homes today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may find something that belongs to two houses down. You keep digging through layers and layers when you don't even know where the ground level is. It is a daunting task but the desire to rebuild is evident. They are hurting yes. They are broken. They are still in shock. BUT there is a deep hope rising. There are strong emotions of thankfulness &amp; gratefulness of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful to be here &amp; to serve where we can. Tomorrow we are working with Samaritans Purse. We are staying at a church outside of Joplin. The church body here is unbelievable in making meals for us while we are here. Again, I am a small part of something so much greater than I can fathom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying Jesus shines down &amp; lifts up the hearts of the hurting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-5967143460479124094?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/5967143460479124094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=5967143460479124094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/5967143460479124094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/5967143460479124094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/06/serving-in-joplin.html' title='Serving in Joplin'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-3998312285557433400</id><published>2011-06-03T21:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T21:15:46.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-3998312285557433400?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/3998312285557433400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=3998312285557433400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/3998312285557433400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/3998312285557433400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-8836334646955658793</id><published>2011-05-21T11:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T11:55:09.338-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>puzzle pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;"O Lord, you are our Father.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;We are the clay, you are the potter,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;we are all the work of your hand."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Isaiah 64:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X7Y-48cDvg0/TdftdKQ3nrI/AAAAAAAAA-E/4s9Ej8O3kHo/s1600/4d7a993caf4e5.preview-300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X7Y-48cDvg0/TdftdKQ3nrI/AAAAAAAAA-E/4s9Ej8O3kHo/s200/4d7a993caf4e5.preview-300.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the puzzle maker. &amp;nbsp;he knows where each piece fits. we are the puzzle, trying to get all our pieces to fit in the right spot. we don't know what the complete picture looks like, so we try this piece here. and that piece there. it doesn't fit. so we keep trying. or we may even give up because we just can't seem to find the right one. we know that the puzzle will be complete when the very last piece is placed, but the journey to completion is long, hard, frustrating, unknown, complicated, overwhelming..yet rewarding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my life right now looking into the remainder of this year. it's a huge puzzle. so many different pieces that i am trying to make them all fit. it gets even harder when you find out that you have an additional piece to somehow find a spot for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so wish that i could see everything as a whole instead of individual pieces. every piece is amazing and exciting, but how it all fits...well, i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...do i miss this event for another? do i buy the ticket now? or do i keep waiting? do i visit one place and not another? do i go for a couple weeks or 2 months? &amp;nbsp;do i sell or trade? etc...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are the constant questions i face daily. i wonder sometimes...&lt;i&gt;do i actively pursue the heck out of it until something happens? or do i wait, be patient and know that all these pieecs will fit. it will just take time to figure out where they fall.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one thing that gives me hope in the midst of it all is that the Lord knows my story from beginning to end. He wrote my story even before i was born. He is the creator, establisher, and maker. He knows the steps i take and makes them firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;"If the Lord delights in a man's way,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;He makes his steps firm;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;though he stumble, he will not fall,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;for the Lord upholds him with His hand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Psalm 37:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He puts EVERY piece of the puzzle together at the right time. there are moments where i want to see it all together right now, but i would completely miss the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fail daily to understand and see from a greater perspective.&amp;nbsp;i praise God for His timing. i praise Him for gently putting one piece of the puzzle together at a time. it's the journey &amp;amp; the process that matters. what a beautiful picture it will be when the puzzle of life is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may the journey bring even greater Glory to the Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-8836334646955658793?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/8836334646955658793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=8836334646955658793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8836334646955658793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8836334646955658793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/05/puzzle-pieces.html' title='puzzle pieces'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X7Y-48cDvg0/TdftdKQ3nrI/AAAAAAAAA-E/4s9Ej8O3kHo/s72-c/4d7a993caf4e5.preview-300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-5610417842601724632</id><published>2011-05-13T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T23:15:34.689-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volleyball'/><title type='text'>volleyball tournaments &amp; a wedding...</title><content type='html'>every day seems faster then the day before. i blink and 3 weeks have gone by. it felt like yesterday that i was in baltimore. so here's a very quick recap of the last 3 weeks in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 14-17 : Dallas, Tx...Lonestar Qualifier&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thought this was a cool picture of the dallas skyline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GfO1HDPGkqU/Tc16wfdQTrI/AAAAAAAAA9o/SebcE7fXgjA/s1600/IMG_0948.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GfO1HDPGkqU/Tc16wfdQTrI/AAAAAAAAA9o/SebcE7fXgjA/s200/IMG_0948.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;in between matches..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S025ORMXk58/Tc165y9rWlI/AAAAAAAAA9s/KB8GbEWoSJw/s1600/IMG_0961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S025ORMXk58/Tc165y9rWlI/AAAAAAAAA9s/KB8GbEWoSJw/s200/IMG_0961.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 21-24 : Baltimore, Maryland...Northeast Qualifier&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the deck of an old boat in the inner harbor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nwRHGLBHBvo/Tc16-tOjZpI/AAAAAAAAA9w/LxHfJlfC-Fs/s1600/IMG_0964.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nwRHGLBHBvo/Tc16-tOjZpI/AAAAAAAAA9w/LxHfJlfC-Fs/s200/IMG_0964.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the inner harbor...beautiful!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PiIAG73HlzA/Tc16_pUYr9I/AAAAAAAAA90/472h2q0aP9I/s1600/IMG_0968.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PiIAG73HlzA/Tc16_pUYr9I/AAAAAAAAA90/472h2q0aP9I/s200/IMG_0968.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Easter sunrise...HE LIVES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qS-PJ675Ojs/Tc17AQkBjzI/AAAAAAAAA94/j7lG1KHL26c/s1600/IMG_0971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qS-PJ675Ojs/Tc17AQkBjzI/AAAAAAAAA94/j7lG1KHL26c/s200/IMG_0971.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 29 : Royal Wedding&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day will be a sweet memory made with my precious mom. we woke up early friday to begin watching the Royal Wedding. while watching one celebratory event, we worked on a project for my brother and soon-to-be sister-in-law. our project was to unwrap the original ozark water bottle wrappers and replace them with the special designed labels. as you can see below, it has a picture of tully &amp;amp; tara and on the back it has their story. LOVE THIS IDEA! anyways, all the guests at the rehearsal dinner were given one as a remnant of the wedding weekend. mom and i we were in full fledge wedding mode to say the least....i look forward to mine one day. the time spent with my mom and sisters is simply priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nDvAgluFZII/Tc113wtt_2I/AAAAAAAAA9k/_2UT5_gNpPc/s1600/227042_10100760311726080_7901473_69741805_4846454_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nDvAgluFZII/Tc113wtt_2I/AAAAAAAAA9k/_2UT5_gNpPc/s200/227042_10100760311726080_7901473_69741805_4846454_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 30-31 : Regional Qualifier in Dallas...last tournament until June&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 4-6 : Decorating for brother's wedding&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;setting up pavilion for rehearsal dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iaSCgH1TKMs/Tc1tFB9ioHI/AAAAAAAAA9A/8fx3lMu3Sj4/s1600/DSC00970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iaSCgH1TKMs/Tc1tFB9ioHI/AAAAAAAAA9A/8fx3lMu3Sj4/s200/DSC00970.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;center pieces we made..mom had a great vision for them!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CG-ReW8TIQY/Tc17HKItOnI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Qdk0p33L2Ko/s1600/IMG_0990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CG-ReW8TIQY/Tc17HKItOnI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Qdk0p33L2Ko/s200/IMG_0990.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hanging the birdhouses..by tractor that is...it's how we roll in the country&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3wPU9AEq2yo/Tc17BjbGmUI/AAAAAAAAA98/PCBF4Qe3Zfo/s1600/IMG_0987.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3wPU9AEq2yo/Tc17BjbGmUI/AAAAAAAAA98/PCBF4Qe3Zfo/s200/IMG_0987.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the rehearsal dinner! perfect night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VKMtWgbE5ew/Tc1tvv9k-sI/AAAAAAAAA9I/OuVUxTENjfQ/s1600/DSC00975.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VKMtWgbE5ew/Tc1tvv9k-sI/AAAAAAAAA9I/OuVUxTENjfQ/s200/DSC00975.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WV4Ut69xVCM/Tc1tZMciuWI/AAAAAAAAA9E/U-BytceN1-8/s1600/DSC00971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9blprGHP0SY/Tc1vY-momfI/AAAAAAAAA9c/ylFTb-rDdLY/s200/DSC00989.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my sister's amazing groom's cake!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-Q0SQ_ZJTE/Tc1vz4vx2KI/AAAAAAAAA9g/XSPNk88wPr4/s1600/DSC00992.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-Q0SQ_ZJTE/Tc1vz4vx2KI/AAAAAAAAA9g/XSPNk88wPr4/s200/DSC00992.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this week...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all have been trying to get out of the "post-wedding lull". to be honest, i thought we all would be relieved to be done preparing for wedding events, but it has been the complete opposite feeling. the week leading up to the wedding, and then the day of the wedding itself, were probably the most memorable 2 days with my family. weddings are for celebrations...not only for the couple who are making their commitment to each other, but for everyone involved. the couple is making their covenant promise to the Lord. it is the celebration of God's gift to us, His people. and together as a family, we celebrate together the Lord working in our lives. its another glimpse of His abundant love He has for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we actually have one more reception to do...in order to accommodate for all of my parent's friends from throughout the years, they decided to have a 2nd reception. its at the ranch on may 22. again, we get to gather together to celebrate the Lord and His love. looking forward to more memories made!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-5610417842601724632?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/5610417842601724632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=5610417842601724632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/5610417842601724632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/5610417842601724632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/05/volleyball-tournaments-wedding.html' title='volleyball tournaments &amp; a wedding...'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GfO1HDPGkqU/Tc16wfdQTrI/AAAAAAAAA9o/SebcE7fXgjA/s72-c/IMG_0948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-5438535463646578309</id><published>2011-04-20T13:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T13:04:45.416-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>year 26.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i will always remember my 26th birthday. its is not your typical celebratory day. however, we did celebrate just different then what i was thinking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the day before my birthday, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;april 8&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, was my dad's surgery to remove his malignant tumor in his adrenal gland. we all arrived at the hospital around 11am. we gathered in the room with dad as we awaited the doctors and nurses to take him back for surgery to begin at 1pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we had a sweet time of fellowship as a family. we read many cards and letters filled with prayers and words of encouragement written by students from auburn university. we were visited by precious family and friends that brought smiles, laughter, and strength as we were facing the unknown with my dad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the hundreds of letters written by students from auburn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyZCbDrHl20/Ta8ao8wMEJI/AAAAAAAAA8o/wetjipjiMWA/s1600/IMG_0924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyZCbDrHl20/Ta8ao8wMEJI/AAAAAAAAA8o/wetjipjiMWA/s320/IMG_0924.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;soon after (around 1:30pm), dad was taken down the hall for surgery. as my mom, sisters, and i went to the waiting room, there were about 15 other people there to wait with us. and little did i know, both of my sisters brought a cake and cupcakes to celebrate my birthday. i'll be honest, i didn't expect that at all, but i am so grateful for it. it was the very thing to change the mood of being at the hospital. for the next 3hrs we sat with about 20-25 people (coming &amp;amp; going). we laughed, shared stories, talked about life, and prayed together. it was good for each of our spirits and hearts! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the yummy cake &amp;amp; cupcakes my beautiful sisters made me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XQzJ0YcgFLY/Ta8atE9Y_CI/AAAAAAAAA8w/pshcciC_V4M/s1600/IMG_0929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XQzJ0YcgFLY/Ta8atE9Y_CI/AAAAAAAAA8w/pshcciC_V4M/s320/IMG_0929.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;fast forward to the next day...&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;april 9.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;..we arrived at the hospital first thing in the morning to see dad. he managed to make it through the night without any major complications. he had been dealing with nausea and pain. however, he was doing much better and could carry on a conversation with each of us. we were thrilled to see him! so there in his room we made ourselves comfortable knowing it may be a long day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dad talking to my sister JJ on the phone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c14ITSvIfic/Ta8auGfcBOI/AAAAAAAAA80/Cz1kv9UNQWY/s1600/IMG_0932.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c14ITSvIfic/Ta8auGfcBOI/AAAAAAAAA80/Cz1kv9UNQWY/s320/IMG_0932.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we had a couple of family friends stop by.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it lifted dad's spirits to be able to visit with some of his buddies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(picture below is with his college roommate)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fSEgdk2Ibmo/Ta8ayXqo5lI/AAAAAAAAA84/j7f7MQmWzsI/s1600/IMG_0935.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fSEgdk2Ibmo/Ta8ayXqo5lI/AAAAAAAAA84/j7f7MQmWzsI/s320/IMG_0935.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and then to our surprise and expectations, dad was discharge at 2pm!! that was probably the best gift to receive on my birthday. celebrating life with my daddy. celebrating a successful surgery. and celebrating the Lord in how He continues to show us that He is in this and for us! that He is exalting Himself through every situation!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dad and me on my birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wgP-wWaViDA/Ta8a2j4_1bI/AAAAAAAAA88/Uw8QnVnTZlI/s1600/IMG_0936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wgP-wWaViDA/Ta8a2j4_1bI/AAAAAAAAA88/Uw8QnVnTZlI/s320/IMG_0936.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;once we all walked out of the hospital doors we got in our separate cars and headed back home. usually when someone in my family has a birthday we all arrange to go out to dinner together. obviously we had to put a rain-check on dinner plans because of dad; however, my friend jenn came down to hang out with me and my sister's family. we cooked out and enjoyed the beautiful weather.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i have come to realize every year is different when my birthday rolls around. i never know what i will be doing or where i will be or who i will be with. but when it all comes down to it, all i would want for my birthday is to be with those i love!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;thank you to those who sent me cards, text messages, facebook messages, or left me a voice mail. i cherish each one so much! i am excited about what this 26th year of my life looks like. God continues to blow me away at His goodness and faithfulness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i lift His Name up and honor Him for all that He has done!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is my praise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;by the way...dad is doing good. healing and regaining strength. we see the doctor tomorrow morning for post-op consultation! we give thanks to the Giver of Life and continue to look to Him for wisdom!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-5438535463646578309?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/5438535463646578309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=5438535463646578309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/5438535463646578309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/5438535463646578309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/04/year-26.html' title='year 26.'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyZCbDrHl20/Ta8ao8wMEJI/AAAAAAAAA8o/wetjipjiMWA/s72-c/IMG_0924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-7079402010729474903</id><published>2011-04-07T02:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T02:24:28.617-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion2011'/><title type='text'>PASSION FT WORTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hfKb9H1TuT0/TZ1k_FU1BVI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Pma8rfo8mM4/s1600/193503_10150248345509922_274645974921_9219477_3342784_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hfKb9H1TuT0/TZ1k_FU1BVI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Pma8rfo8mM4/s320/193503_10150248345509922_274645974921_9219477_3342784_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a week ago i moved in with one of my dear friend for a week to help serve at PASSION Ft Worth. this would be my 2nd passion conference in 2011. i attended &lt;a href="http://www.268generation.com/"&gt;PASSION&lt;/a&gt; Atlanta in January. probably the most powerful 4 days to date. so this time around, i came as a volunteer to serve the students who would encounter Jesus in a more intimate, yet powerful way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday &amp;amp; thursday consisted of working on projects in the Go Center/Do Something Now area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SIYCFrS9jC8/TZ1a0qAQdMI/AAAAAAAAA8I/jVCjGkukfa0/s1600/IMG_0907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SIYCFrS9jC8/TZ1a0qAQdMI/AAAAAAAAA8I/jVCjGkukfa0/s320/IMG_0907.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this area is for the students to take a step deeper with putting an action to what Jesus is pressing on their hearts. the heartbeat of &lt;a href="http://dosomethingnow.com/"&gt;Do Something Now&lt;/a&gt; is just that. taking action right now to come together as a church body and be a part of what is happening around the world. "Together we are a force for good" is the overarching motto. the thought behind it is that you as an individual can make a difference but what if we all came together? how much greater impact would there be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0JZY9WgFiA0/TZ1a56BTY3I/AAAAAAAAA8M/3QMp1UrMajc/s1600/IMG_0909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0JZY9WgFiA0/TZ1a56BTY3I/AAAAAAAAA8M/3QMp1UrMajc/s320/IMG_0909.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the project that i worked on the most was the so-called "paper wall"...a beautifully displayed example of how we can turn blank pages into God's word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--t_oTLvXR-k/TZ1bLwQ3ZOI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ClQR4sRNQ-4/s1600/IMG_0898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--t_oTLvXR-k/TZ1bLwQ3ZOI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ClQR4sRNQ-4/s200/IMG_0898.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eEPKmzEHunw/TZ1bQ-qmi8I/AAAAAAAAA8U/4E6yxVQggFM/s1600/IMG_0902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eEPKmzEHunw/TZ1bQ-qmi8I/AAAAAAAAA8U/4E6yxVQggFM/s200/IMG_0902.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qB-YYEd09GA/TZ1bVpOmbjI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/bCbE_KE7xIM/s1600/IMG_0913.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qB-YYEd09GA/TZ1bVpOmbjI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/bCbE_KE7xIM/s320/IMG_0913.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, at Passion Ft Worth, there was only one cause to focus in on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the translation of scripture to an unreached people group...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the Koso people in mali, africa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ysk16epBnp4/TZ1dHt7vYqI/AAAAAAAAA8g/0rXKTIcDOqA/s1600/IMG_0912.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ysk16epBnp4/TZ1dHt7vYqI/AAAAAAAAA8g/0rXKTIcDOqA/s320/IMG_0912.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kQ1Q_D6KlAE/TZ1dBgBZCNI/AAAAAAAAA8c/WVUVXKSiVt4/s1600/IMG_0906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kQ1Q_D6KlAE/TZ1dBgBZCNI/AAAAAAAAA8c/WVUVXKSiVt4/s320/IMG_0906.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;the goal: $220,350 to fund a 5 year program of scripture translations in the Koso's native tongue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the result....FULLY FUNDED &amp;amp; more!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;friday through sunday were the days of the conference. as a volunteer, we each were given shirts to wear that have the name "door holders" written on the front. it is based on psalm 84:10..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;"Better is one day in Your courts than a thousand elsewhere. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God, then dwell in the tents of the wicked."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;throughout the weekend i understood more of the heart beat behind passion. to truly hold the door open and usher these students in to experiencing the presence of the Lord. it was beautiful in every sense. i not only had the privilege of seeing so many of my own friends, but i also witness lives being transformed. i saw hearts being stirred. i heard all about what Jesus was teaching them. and to have 9,000+ students pass me every day, the light in their eyes only shined brighter! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;i am grateful to have come alongside passion and stand in the gap for this generation. i am grateful that i now have a responsibility to continue praying &lt;u&gt;over, for, and with this generation&lt;/u&gt;. God is moving in all of us! my heart praises Him for all that He has done and is doing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;we are here for You, O Lord! You are the desires of our souls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"Yes, Lord, walking in the way of Your Truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;we wait eagerly for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;for Your Name&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;and Your renown are the desires of our souls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Isaiah 26:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-7079402010729474903?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/7079402010729474903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=7079402010729474903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/7079402010729474903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/7079402010729474903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/04/passion-ft-worth.html' title='PASSION FT WORTH'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hfKb9H1TuT0/TZ1k_FU1BVI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Pma8rfo8mM4/s72-c/193503_10150248345509922_274645974921_9219477_3342784_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-805774358487111682</id><published>2011-04-03T21:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T21:37:22.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>speaking out</title><content type='html'>the moments when you get to speak of the goodness of the Lord. the opportunities to share of all that He has done in your life. the time you get to share your testimony. that is when my heart is overflowing. truly overflowing with sweet emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reflect back on ALL the Lord has done FOR me..my heart pours out with tears. tears of joy. tears of sweet restoration. tears of how He continues to love me when i am so undeserving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently shared my story to a small group of youth. i once again heard (through the story He has given me) how faithful. how good. how loving. how merciful. how sovereign. how unchanging. how glorious &amp;amp; great He truly is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thank you Lord for rescuing me. for setting my feet on a firm foundation. for leading me. refining me. strengthening me. for choosing me to carry Your Name. i am in need of your help. for i am unable to do it alone. i pray that my life will be worthy of the gospel. i pray that i will continue to speak up about Your goodness! may you be exalted, O Lord, for all that you are to me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-805774358487111682?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/805774358487111682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=805774358487111682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/805774358487111682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/805774358487111682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/04/speaking-out.html' title='speaking out'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-8346595349989594757</id><published>2011-03-28T10:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T12:35:47.309-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africa'/><title type='text'>14 miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iB8O0au2KZs/TZCmbrrm6TI/AAAAAAAAA8E/jdPrbQVEJkQ/s1600/IMG_6395.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iB8O0au2KZs/TZCmbrrm6TI/AAAAAAAAA8E/jdPrbQVEJkQ/s320/IMG_6395.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(picture above are kids with their bike in Uganda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;last friday i decided to ride my bike into town to mail a letter. i wanted to get some exercise and so i did it. i got my water, my ipod, and hopped on the bike. i knew from driving to town, it was only 10 mins. but when riding a bike...it's a whole different story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i made it through the hilly roads, drove by the lake, through some neighborhoods, crossed traffic. and 7.5 miles later...i made it to the post office. i dropped the letter off, had a water break and then began my ride back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;as i was riding back and feeling the burn in my legs i couldn't help but think about the people in africa and even those all over the world who may only have a bike for transportation. the majority of people around the world do not have a vehicle to take them places. they have to use either buses, bikes, or even just their own feet to take them somewhere. and for a moment, i got to experience just that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my journey round trip took me roughly 90 mins to do 14 miles. it was difficult, but i am so glad i chose to do this. it gave me a small glimpse of what so many people go through. the pain. the long travel. the contentment. the journey of it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i love when God uses moments like these to give me a better understanding and perspective of those living in 3rd world countries and especially those in Africa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-8346595349989594757?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/8346595349989594757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=8346595349989594757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8346595349989594757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8346595349989594757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/03/14miles.html' title='14 miles'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iB8O0au2KZs/TZCmbrrm6TI/AAAAAAAAA8E/jdPrbQVEJkQ/s72-c/IMG_6395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-1071621823898628580</id><published>2011-03-22T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:48:16.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not my words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;lately i have recognized the weight of my own words versus the weight of God's word. whether it is through giving encouragement to someone or even praying for someone...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my words are weak, failing, and unstable. God's words are &lt;b&gt;strong, never failing, and unchanging&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my words are here today, gone tomorrow. God's words are t&lt;b&gt;he same yesterday, today, and tomorrow&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my words can not change a person. God's word &lt;b&gt;can change a person from the inside out&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i have realized that when i try to encourage people by using my own ideas, opinions, or words there is no weight to them because they are &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; words. BUT...when i allow God to use me as HIS voice to speak, only HIS words come out. HIS very word was written for me and for you. so when i open and share God's words with those who may need it. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;the encouragement is greater. the comfort is stronger. the joy is more abundant. the strength to press on rises within. and the transformation of a heart begins to take place. it is HIS word that penetrates deeply (Heb 4:12) and for that reason, it is not my words but HIS alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;here is some recent scripture i have shared with a dear friend of mine. and in sharing what God says, i am also lifted and strengthen by the TRUTH of it all!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"Do not be afraid. Stand firm and you will see the deliverance&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;of the Lord will bring you today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;The Lord will fight for you, you need only to be still."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Exodus 14:13-14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"The Lord is my strength and my song.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;He has become my salvation,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;He is my God and I will praise Him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;The Lord is a warrior, the Lord is His Name."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Exodus 15:2-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"So do not fear, for I am with you;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;do not be dismayed, for I am your God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will strengthen you and help you;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I will uphold you with my righteous right hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;For I am the Lord, your God,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;who takes hold of your right hand and says to you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;'Do not fear; I will help you..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Isaiah 41:10, 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;See I am doing a new thing!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am making a way in the desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and streams in the wasteland."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isaiah 43:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;thankful for my God's word and how i can claim HIS truth over my life and in my circumstances right now!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;to the One who is worthy to be praised...(Ps 18:3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-1071621823898628580?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/1071621823898628580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=1071621823898628580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/1071621823898628580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/1071621823898628580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-my-words.html' title='not my words'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-1724178073682334626</id><published>2011-03-19T11:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T19:46:22.582-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopes'/><title type='text'>waiting...yet still pursuing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i have realized how crucial it is to be steadfast. to keep stepping forward. to go forward in the dreams that God has graciously put in me. to not give up even when it may take a little bit longer for them to come to fruition.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the culture we live in continues to push us to believe that we have to have it right now. it's what i call a "microwave culture". we want whatever it is in a matter of seconds. we don't want to wait. we have become impatient in every sense.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but to the contrary, there is a beauty behind waiting. we have to trust that what we are waiting on, will come. and even though we may have to wait, we must not give up on what we hope for. we must not give up on our dreams. visions. hopes. passions. those have to be in the very center of our waiting. they are the backbone of why we wait.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sometimes when we have to wait on things, we tend to forget why in the world we are waiting in the first place. we then tend to gradually lose our vision. our passion. our purpose. our reason why we are where we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'll be honest and tell you that the past few weeks for me have been extremely busy. and even though the things i have been a part of are all good, in the midst of it, i asked myself these quesitons: &lt;i&gt;am i still pursuing my dreams? or did i get tired of waiting and give up? am i too distracted with what i am presently doing? and why am i not still actively stepping forward? where am i in the process?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i have found that i am in the waiting process of God fulfilling the dreams He's put in me. they are clearly still a part of me. and so even though i am ready to walk through every open door, i must wait. the waiting process prepares you for things you don't know yet. it's a refining process. it's a beautiful way the Lord ask me (asks you) to trust Him even more. trust Him with every dream. every vision. every desire. every hope. every step. every moment i (or you) wait on Him to prepare me (you) for the next season of life. and as we trust Him, we must confidently take a step in that direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in Him. He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out it's roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeremiah 17:7-8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i have found that writing out my hopes &amp;amp; dreams show that they are still present &amp;amp; active...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i hope to spend a significant amount time in africa this year and in the years to come. serving with others, but also loving on the precious children of God and serving the people of another culture. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;(i am hoping/planning on doing exposure trips with 2 different organizations at the end of this summer!! :) )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i hope to live among those of a 3rd world country. to immerse myself with their lives. to do life together. to learn from each other. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i hope to be married someday and become a mother. to raise up children to passionately follow Christ.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i hope to be voice that God uses to encourage others. to challenge. to build up. to speak truth over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i hope to write a book someday. even though i don't know what all that entails, i hope to write it out and share God's story in my life, as well as be a voice for those on the other side of the world. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-1724178073682334626?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/1724178073682334626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=1724178073682334626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/1724178073682334626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/1724178073682334626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/03/are-you-still-dreaming.html' title='waiting...yet still pursuing'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-5916349927868353426</id><published>2011-03-18T14:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T23:24:55.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"mom to 5 kids and the family farm i live on"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UVqQqgPVRao/TYOp2VjJhOI/AAAAAAAAA70/OY8zcNAjtbI/s1600/IMG_0862.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UVqQqgPVRao/TYOp2VjJhOI/AAAAAAAAA70/OY8zcNAjtbI/s200/IMG_0862.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1 of 4 baby goats at our house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lIcOq2xBOvQ/TYOgCBg7pjI/AAAAAAAAA7c/mNgHlc457s8/s1600/IMG_0833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lIcOq2xBOvQ/TYOgCBg7pjI/AAAAAAAAA7c/mNgHlc457s8/s200/IMG_0833.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the chicken coup...right outside my bathroom window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-OHYR2P9i2LM/TYOgLOsUueI/AAAAAAAAA7g/_nv7qslg5pg/s1600/IMG_0836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-OHYR2P9i2LM/TYOgLOsUueI/AAAAAAAAA7g/_nv7qslg5pg/s200/IMG_0836.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anna working on her picture to send to the kids in africa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H9J8ZnZeyWc/TYOgOs6vtUI/AAAAAAAAA7k/sxs5cvPOlOg/s1600/IMG_0848.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H9J8ZnZeyWc/TYOgOs6vtUI/AAAAAAAAA7k/sxs5cvPOlOg/s200/IMG_0848.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the entire art class i taught&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-C403boZ2_P8/TYOgSA6dlGI/AAAAAAAAA7o/HIInd10NRYc/s1600/IMG_0853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-C403boZ2_P8/TYOgSA6dlGI/AAAAAAAAA7o/HIInd10NRYc/s200/IMG_0853.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 of the little rascals i got to hang out with...joshua and anna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-puqP4Xp8QL4/TYOgXCiw9aI/AAAAAAAAA7s/pXlWZukrNqE/s1600/IMG_0860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-puqP4Xp8QL4/TYOgXCiw9aI/AAAAAAAAA7s/pXlWZukrNqE/s200/IMG_0860.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the crazy crew...we had a fun week together!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bq3EmYn44O0/TYOgbzD7DNI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Qj_WdaTugc4/s1600/IMG_0863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bq3EmYn44O0/TYOgbzD7DNI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Qj_WdaTugc4/s200/IMG_0863.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='pictures'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UVqQqgPVRao/TYOp2VjJhOI/AAAAAAAAA70/OY8zcNAjtbI/s72-c/IMG_0862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-9155783015003879809</id><published>2011-03-09T22:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T23:13:11.206-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>hustle and bustle</title><content type='html'>last weekend was my first free weekend since christmas. crazy as that sounds, i've loved doing different things each weekend. whether it's coaching at tournaments (majority of my weekends), going on road trips, or leading a disciple now. i have loved every opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually got to do something really special last saturday night. it may seem small to some of you. but to me, it's the greatest thrill and brings joy to my heart when i get to do this. to make a long story short, i went to help my friend jenn babysit 2 kiddos satruday night. the oldest boy, alex, is 3 1/2 years old and the baby is hattie beth and she is just 1 month old. i couldn't wait to snuggle her! anyways, when i saw her swaddled up in her basinet, my heart was full. you see&amp;nbsp;the last time i snuggled babies and they fell asleep on me was when i was in uganda 6 months ago. i held this little one as much as i could that night. i realized how i love to love children and babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i not only have gotten to love on babies, but also 5 incredible kids. i have been playing the "mom" role as my sister and her husband have been out of town this week. i had always wondered how it would be to have a child and even several at that. sooo...i finally got the opportunity to know what it would be like. it has been all but calm around here, but juggling the schedule has been so good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't tell you how much i have learned from this experience. i have been challenged in so many ways and God continues to use EVERY opportunity for His purposes and greater good. i wore many different "hats" this week in doing multiple activities, but through all the craziness i have loved every minute of it! i will cherish this week with my nephew and nieces. my respect for moms, and all they do for their children, has gone out the roof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love to my beloved mom..and with that, i can't wait to love my own children one day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-9155783015003879809?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/9155783015003879809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=9155783015003879809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/9155783015003879809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/9155783015003879809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/03/hustle-and-bustle.html' title='hustle and bustle'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-4642083690585375343</id><published>2011-02-26T10:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T23:51:36.035-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer Request'/><title type='text'>2.22.11</title><content type='html'>this date will now be added to our memory bank. we have several of them and we may have more. this date represents when we received the news about my dad. the news that no one wants to hear. that it's positive. positive for cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three years ago. on &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;march 24, 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; my dad was diagnosed with esophageal cancer. he endured many rounds of chemo &amp;amp; radiation. then on &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;july 22&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, he underwent one of the most evasive surgeries to remove the majority of his esophagus. he went through many months of recovery to get off of a feeding tube. he was trying to find his "new normal". he did well. he overcame a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;thanksgiving day, 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...we rushed my dad to the emergency room for severe abdomen pain. he spent 10 days in the hospital and still no one could figure out what happened. not even to this day. our guess is as good as theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one year later, during our annual &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;christmas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; party (mom's side) &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;in december, 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, dad got a piece of meat stuck in his esophagus. had to take him to the hospital first thing the next morning to have it removed. he wasn't able to eat or drink for over 24 hrs. pretty scary when he is as frail as he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now this week. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;feb 22, 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. we add another date. we get hit with another blow of news. dad has cancer. again. it's in his left adrenal gland. next week, the meetings and the discussion picks back up. the treatment plan. the road ahead. the pros. the cons. the major decisions. it all begins. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a rough week for us all. the unknown road ahead. &lt;u&gt;BUT&lt;/u&gt; in the midst of the heaviness. in the midst of no hope. in the midst of sadness. in the midst of tears. in the midst of frustration. in the midst of not knowing how to respond...we have JESUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE is our STRONGHOLD.&lt;br /&gt;HE is our HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;HE is our ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;HE is our STRENGTH.&lt;br /&gt;HE is our COMFORT.&lt;br /&gt;HE is our LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and He is without a doubt HERE WITH US. He is where my eyes are fixed. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and His name will be exalted through it all!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;i choose to lift up the name of Jesus through the life of my dad. may HE heal him. blessed be His Name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*please pray with us as we walk down this journey...you can see updates on my &lt;a href="http://teamjanszen.blogspot.com/"&gt;dad's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-4642083690585375343?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/4642083690585375343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=4642083690585375343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/4642083690585375343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/4642083690585375343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/02/22211.html' title='2.22.11'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-1754961193772005599</id><published>2011-02-25T17:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T17:56:33.991-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>good to be reminded...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;last wednesday night i had the opportunity to go support one of my old campers at her basketball game. meet SALLY HIGGINS. she plays for west texas a&amp;amp;m had a game against tarelton state in stephenville; which is about an hour from where i live.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-76ItQUmqYfQ/TWg7HrIuQ_I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/LHXj7Z2ZoyM/s1600/IMG_0808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-76ItQUmqYfQ/TWg7HrIuQ_I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/LHXj7Z2ZoyM/s320/IMG_0808.JPG" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i have been tremendously blessed by this girl. it has been such an honor to watch her grow since being in my cabin at k2 in 2007. that term will forever be etched on my heart and memory. i love the moments when i get reunited with campers. it definitely brings back all of the fun memories, but not only that. God uses those moments to reaffirm me in my role. to love. to invest into. to support. to encourage. to challenge. to disciple. to mentor. to raise up the next generation. and even though i fail daily with struggles of my own. i will keep going by the grace of God. i will keep spurring them on. i will keep praying for them. i will keep listening. i will keep being available for the Lord to speak through me. all i can truly offer is Jesus. and He alone is enough. He's more than enough to be quite honest...all that to say, i am grateful to be reminded of this and for the time spent with my dear friend Sally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-1754961193772005599?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/1754961193772005599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=1754961193772005599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/1754961193772005599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/1754961193772005599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-to-be-reminded.html' title='good to be reminded...'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-76ItQUmqYfQ/TWg7HrIuQ_I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/LHXj7Z2ZoyM/s72-c/IMG_0808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-2893057035393227686</id><published>2011-02-17T02:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T02:31:22.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>open hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have you ever thought about what you would do&amp;nbsp;when an opportunity arrives at your door?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;would you actually see it as an opportunity or would you pass it on by?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and what would that opportunity be..? a new job? a trip? a new place to live? meeting someone new? going somewhere on the other side of the world? spending quality time with a friend? serving someone else? what would it be? and the greatest question is how will you respond?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;one common theme in my prayer time lately has been "opportunities". that the Lord would give me opportunities to serve Him. whether big or small. ranging from overseas opportunities to loving on those around me. all of it is equal in how it brings honor and glory to His name. the issue and question has been, will i respond to it? will i recognize the opportunity before me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a friend of mine recently said to me,&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;"don't get caught up in the ultimate plan, or destination, but keep your hands open to see all along the way because you never know who the Lord will introduce you to or what He will do as you are going along."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm humbled daily. i don't get how things have worked out the way they have. but i do know that the Lord has answered my prayer. maybe in a different way then i was expecting, but He answered it. i am thankful for what's in front of me. an opportunity for the Lord to use me in someone else's life. we each are a vessel for Him to use. to be His hands and feet to others. &amp;nbsp;what a honor it is to serve the Lord by serving His people and loving them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so with each chance i get. and each step i am on. i am saying yes. i will step forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All to Him,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-2893057035393227686?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/2893057035393227686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=2893057035393227686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/2893057035393227686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/2893057035393227686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/02/open-hands.html' title='open hands'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-7071055608416091680</id><published>2011-02-16T12:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T02:28:54.132-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>Snow. Ice. Snow...Texas and beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i know it's been a week or more since the crazy "snowpocalypse", but wanted to share the crazy happenings here in texas &amp;amp; in colorado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;February 1-3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the ice that fell in central texas caused everyone to have a difficult time when driving. and for the most part, a lot of people stayed home. however, i had to venture out to my parent's house to retrieve their car for them. they were planning on flying back down from CO to ft worth for the rodeo and wanted their car. anyways, i made the 25 mile journey out to the ranch. surprisingly the roads weren't too bad...except for one part...you see my parent's house live up on a mountain and the only way up is by a semi-step road. and when you have an inch or more on that road, it becomes impossible to drive up it. knowing that was the likelihood of the outcome, i still tried to prove myself and my dad wrong (he actually advised me to NOT even try to go up the hill). i learned that he was right very quickly. i started up the hill and about halfway up i started sliding. i couldn't go up or down, just sideways. my car was now diagonal on the road and close to the ditch. so i popped it in park, put the hill brake on and threw my bag on my shoulder to hike up the rest of the hill in the frigid cold temp. once i got up to the house i built a fire and settled in for the night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the morning came quick when i woke up to an ice cold house. yep it was 50 degrees. the heaters were not working, except only one in a certain part of the house. &amp;nbsp;oh and NO WATER either. come to find out one of the electrical boxes had froze, thus no heat. and our water well had froze. my uncle along with one of our ranch hands and i, we trying to use our limited knowledge and figure all of this out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my car was the next project on the list. it only took them a few pulls to get it straightened out and down the hill. clearly i was not going to even try to drive my parent's car down the icy slope. once we got everything settled at the house i headed back to town to my sister's place (i live in the barn apt out back). i had to get on back to check on the animals and to make sure everything was working properly. it was an adventure surviving the ice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;February 4-7&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-crUKWz1N4Xc/TVwWEGcgMQI/AAAAAAAAA68/vOxjJP41VNk/s1600/IMG_0750.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-crUKWz1N4Xc/TVwWEGcgMQI/AAAAAAAAA68/vOxjJP41VNk/s200/IMG_0750.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;friday i flew to colorado to meet up with my family. interestingly enough, it was a snowy blizzard here in texas the day i was flying out. by the time i left at noon, we already had 4-5 inches of snow on the ground. seriously? and i was flying to MORE snow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anyways, my time skiing with the family was great! it was a much needed break. while i was there for the weekend, we received a foot of snow. made skiing a bit more difficult, but it was SO fun!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.fordfamilyfollies.blogspot.com/"&gt;(click here to read about my sister's family trip to CO)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;here are few pictures from colorado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EoEKAzEnIxk/TVwOwGLh54I/AAAAAAAAA64/OUdoqqH_BSQ/s1600/DSC00958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EoEKAzEnIxk/TVwOwGLh54I/AAAAAAAAA64/OUdoqqH_BSQ/s200/DSC00958.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the kids playing dominoes &amp;amp; other games...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they were sick the whole week they were there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMEXwZRnWCs/TVwWPTTxuxI/AAAAAAAAA7E/pG2-3p4q47E/s1600/IMG_0763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMEXwZRnWCs/TVwWPTTxuxI/AAAAAAAAA7E/pG2-3p4q47E/s320/IMG_0763.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;esther and i on the lift...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DbwhKRV_w1A/TVwOdg8LPPI/AAAAAAAAA60/dQfrgF3HVw4/s1600/DSC00964.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DbwhKRV_w1A/TVwOdg8LPPI/AAAAAAAAA60/dQfrgF3HVw4/s320/DSC00964.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;monday, feb 7 was when i flew back to texas. however, it never fails that my travel days are always full of more adventure. &amp;nbsp;i woke up that morning to find that my flight was cancelled and then even rerouted. i spent the next couple hours on the phone figuring out how to get back to texas before my volleyball practice. ends up i had to fly out of denver, which was about 90mins from where we were. but of course, the highways had been hit hard with snow and ice. it took us over 3 hrs to get to the airport. i made it there in time to find out that my flight was delayed. i just started laughing because that would happen. i did make it back just in time for practice though! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;flying back at sunset always as it's perks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HKi1Ac9yYxI/TVwWU4XFvkI/AAAAAAAAA7I/XRpvCmOirCw/s1600/IMG_0791.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HKi1Ac9yYxI/TVwWU4XFvkI/AAAAAAAAA7I/XRpvCmOirCw/s200/IMG_0791.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uw1ZBOx4sgY/TVwWYbMEUsI/AAAAAAAAA7M/1rKdVNfyTuY/s1600/IMG_0792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uw1ZBOx4sgY/TVwWYbMEUsI/AAAAAAAAA7M/1rKdVNfyTuY/s200/IMG_0792.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;February 7-13&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;every monday and thursday i have club volleyball practice. then we had a student ministry fundraiser for summer mission trips friday night. then i ended the week with a volleyball tournament in the dfw area. whew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;February 18-20 (this weekend!)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm headed up to oklahoma city for the weekend with a dear friend of mine. i love road trips. especially with great friends like Jen!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;even though it was a crazy week with the weather, i now have memories of all the excitement! thankful for the journey..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-7071055608416091680?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/7071055608416091680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=7071055608416091680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/7071055608416091680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/7071055608416091680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-ice-snowtexas-and-beyond.html' title='Snow. Ice. Snow...Texas and beyond'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-crUKWz1N4Xc/TVwWEGcgMQI/AAAAAAAAA68/vOxjJP41VNk/s72-c/IMG_0750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-9057453156470321730</id><published>2011-02-11T12:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T12:10:32.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful for powerful &amp; encouraging words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is 18:32&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"May the words of my mouth and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ps 19:14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"...we trust in the name of the Lord our God." Ps 20:7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You have answered me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I WILL DECLARE YOUR NAME&lt;/span&gt; to my brethren;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;in the midst of the assembly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I WILL PRAISE YOU.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;MY PRAISE SHALL BE OF YOU&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the great assembly..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ps 22:22,25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;"Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;whose confidence is in Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He will be like a tree planted by the water&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that sends out its roots by the stream.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;does not fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; when heat comes;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its leaves are always green.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;has no worries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; in a year of drought&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;never fails to bear fruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeremiah 17:7-8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;there are many days when i know God speaks specific words over me and today is one of them. i am thankful to have a God who i can place my confidence and trust in. and when i do, my fears, worries, and failures are extinguished.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;for His Name,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-9057453156470321730?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/9057453156470321730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=9057453156470321730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/9057453156470321730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/9057453156470321730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/02/thankful-for-powerful-encouraging-words.html' title='thankful for powerful &amp; encouraging words...'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-4907890939499510575</id><published>2011-01-31T15:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T13:26:45.534-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ROWAN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><title type='text'>Kelsey comes to Texas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;last week i had the privilege of having a dear friend of mine visit for a few days. the funny thing is we actually met in uganda this past september. i have to say, our God sure knows what He is doing when he connects people around the world. He knew 4 short months later, Kelsey would be in texas standing in front of 200 youth sharing about God's goodness, faithfulness, and restoration process happening in the mawanga village of uganda. HE made Himself known through every word and every story shared. God is on the move and i believe He desires for this generation to rise up and step out in faith. &amp;nbsp;(below is a picture of us)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TUcP_XYhDtI/AAAAAAAAA6g/VZZFCs9udkI/s1600/DSC00949.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TUcP_XYhDtI/AAAAAAAAA6g/VZZFCs9udkI/s320/DSC00949.JPG" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;kelsey lives in kampala, uganda and we met one sunday after church. we only had one day that our schedules coordinated and allowed us to visit. (&lt;a href="http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/10/crossing-paths.html"&gt;click here &lt;/a&gt;to read more on how we met). we sat at dinner sunday evening and shared with each other where God has brought us and what we are learning in our current season of life. i can't tell you how encouraging this woman was and still is to me. she has walked a similar road as i am now on. she has spoken words over me that i know the Lord wanted me to hear. i am so thankful to God for her and the friendship we have developed. through the world of social networking and emails, we stayed up-to-date (well as much as we could). and when i picked her up at the airport last tuesday, it was as though we had not missed a day in-between. those friendships are rare and a true gift the Lord gives!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;meeting in africa and communicating through internet or skype, our conversations were filled with more of ministry conversations. God was working through her ministry (ROWAN) and of course i wanted to here all about it. with that, we didn't know much about the "other parts" of our lives...such as family life, friendships, etc....so we filled in the gaps...it sure was fun living life together for a few days. again, a huge blessing and gift!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was filled with speaking at Cleburne Christian Academy, coffee at mill street cafe, lunch with the youth pastor and others, and then speaking to the youth group at Cleburne Bible Church. it surely was a day of making much of Jesus! and i believe He is stirring the hearts of those who were there at church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kelsey speaking at youth wednesday night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TUckrYAZODI/AAAAAAAAA6s/UW-fNC_tcx8/s1600/IMG_0734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TUckrYAZODI/AAAAAAAAA6s/UW-fNC_tcx8/s320/IMG_0734.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we had an unexpected lunch with the principle of Cleburne Christian Academy. he was touched by what kelsey shared wednesday and wanted to know more. we are excited to see all what God does through this! praying for big things! after lunch we spent several hours at starbucks visiting with some of the youth. that evening kelsey shared the story of &lt;a href="http://www.loveROWAN.com/"&gt;ROWAN&lt;/a&gt; to the missions board and ultimately the story of God working in the mawanga village. we praise God in advance for what He will do!! as they say in uganda: &lt;i&gt;Mukama Yebizibwe "Praise God"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we drove up to dallas in time to eat lunch with some of her family before her flight. i loved getting to meet them....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Friday lunch with her cousin and aunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TUcQTL01d4I/AAAAAAAAA6k/HHFI__CYdT8/s1600/DSC00951.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TUcQTL01d4I/AAAAAAAAA6k/HHFI__CYdT8/s320/DSC00951.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our last picture together in texas...until we meet again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe in the states or back in uganda :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TUcQf3yM3YI/AAAAAAAAA6o/qbV0KlDAzgw/s1600/DSC00952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TUcQf3yM3YI/AAAAAAAAA6o/qbV0KlDAzgw/s320/DSC00952.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;with great expectations from the Lord &amp;amp; His faithfulness in connecting us, we give our praise and all the glory to Him!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-4907890939499510575?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/4907890939499510575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=4907890939499510575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/4907890939499510575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/4907890939499510575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/01/kelsey-comes-to-texas.html' title='Kelsey comes to Texas!'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TUcP_XYhDtI/AAAAAAAAA6g/VZZFCs9udkI/s72-c/DSC00949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-7767000227883215556</id><published>2011-01-21T00:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T01:00:39.288-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer Request'/><title type='text'>the next few days</title><content type='html'>i am putting pause on my reflections from passion 2011 and will pick back up in a few days. i am heading out to a volleyball tournament in san antonio and then will hit the ground running next week with hosting a missionary and my good friend &lt;a href="http://www.kelseyyoung.wordpress.com/"&gt;kelsey young&lt;/a&gt;. also, my family was informed that the doctors found a spot on my dad's left adrenal gland. he went down to MDA for a normal 6 month check up and got the results of his scan today. they are planning on doing a biopsy to determine if it cancerous or not. that is scheduled for sometime next week. we are all in good spirits and trusting the Lord with every step. you can read more on our families blog by &lt;a href="http://www.teamjanszen.blogspot.com/"&gt;clicking here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my prayer in all of this is that God would make much of Himself. that He would be &lt;i&gt;exalted&lt;/i&gt;. that He would be &lt;i&gt;glorified&lt;/i&gt;. and that He would draw us closer to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for standing in the gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-7767000227883215556?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/7767000227883215556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=7767000227883215556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/7767000227883215556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/7767000227883215556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-putting-pause-on-my-reflections.html' title='the next few days'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-8559905493507451138</id><published>2011-01-19T02:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T02:30:01.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>be thou exalted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;the Lord has been faithful in the littleness of my prayers. He has blown me away by accomplishing only what He can accomplish. and i am overwhelmed with thankfulness. may He be exalted in all things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"All &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOUR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; works shall &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;praise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;YOU, O LORD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOUR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; saints shall bless &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They &lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;shall speak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt; of the &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;glory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; of &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOUR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; kingdom,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and &lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;talk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt; of &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOUR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;power&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;to &lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;make known&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt; to the sons of men &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;mighty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; acts,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and the &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;glorious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;majesty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt; kingdom,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOUR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; dominion endures throughout all generations&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;my mouth shall speak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt; the &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;praise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; of the &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LORD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Psalms 145:10-13,21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Be &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;exalted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O GOD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;above&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; the heavens;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;let &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOUR &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;glory&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;be &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;over&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; all the earth."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Psalm 57:3; Psalm 108:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Be &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;exalted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O LORD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;, in &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOUR&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;strength&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;we will &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;sing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; and &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;praise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOUR &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Psalm 21:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; have set &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOUR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;glory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;above&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; the heavens."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Psalm 8:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LORD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; is &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;exalted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;over&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; all the nations,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HIS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;glory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;above&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; the heavens."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Psalm 113:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;a quick story...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;over the weekend i lead a small group of girls at a disciple now. to be quite honest, i wasn't ready or prepared at all. i mean i did my homework and read over what we would be teaching, but i didn't feel ready to teach. i didn't have my notes together. i didn't feel confident in my spirit with how the small group discussions sessions would go. but o what little faith i had in what my God can do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jesus was the voice to the girls this weekend. He was the words they heard. He moved in their hearts and stirred their spirits. that was my prayer. that He would somehow be my voice and challenge these girls with what He wanted them to know and hear. He came through. He is adequate and more than prepared to do a mighty work in the heart of His children.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;since then, God has been highlighting some words through His scripture that have seemingly been recurring. i don't believe this is ironic or a coincidence, but only the Lord bringing recognition to Himself. we are to bring praise to the Lord because of His mighty acts, His glorious kingdom, and His power. He is to be exalted above ALL things. above our desires. above our possessions. above our reputations. above our family. above our dreams. above our friendships. above our comforts. above my ambitions. above my likes &amp;amp; dislikes. above my health. and above my life. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Tozer, Pursuit of God, pg 102, paraphrased)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;for the Glory of His name,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-8559905493507451138?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/8559905493507451138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=8559905493507451138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8559905493507451138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8559905493507451138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/01/be-thou-exalted.html' title='be thou exalted'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-8585266783440948585</id><published>2011-01-18T12:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T15:04:48.973-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beth moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion2011'/><title type='text'>Passion 2011: part 3</title><content type='html'>the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can easily water down the greatest commandment: "Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, mind, &amp;amp; strength..." and we can also skim over the fact of "delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart" (Matt 22:37; Ps 37: 4). beth moore merged these two verses together during her breakout session at passion. it was a convicting message of knowing the desires of our hearts, but also the heart of that very desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psalm 37 was where we would spent most of our time studying what our desire, delight, and heart is. to give a little structure, beth broke it down as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. nothing dictacts our lives like our desires&lt;br /&gt;2. beneath the desire of our heart is the heart of our desire&lt;br /&gt;3. delighting in God makes our truest desires inevitable&lt;br /&gt;4. nothing external can steal our right to delight&lt;br /&gt;5. to make room for delight, we have to commit&lt;br /&gt;6. patiently waiting for desire to turn into delight is not passive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she elaborated on each one which gave greater depth to knowing the desire deep within. she defined desire as &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"sustained longing unaffected by mood or circumstances"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. God knows the depth of who we are and what we really want. it's not just the desire of wanting something, but it's the heart and sole purpose that really matters. and at times we believe that the circumstances around us can take away our joy for things, but it's actually what is going on inside of us that can steal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have realized that the relationship between the mind and heart are vitally important. we can know something, but the question is...are you letting yourself believe that very thing you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-8585266783440948585?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/8585266783440948585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=8585266783440948585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8585266783440948585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8585266783440948585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/01/passion-2011-part-3.html' title='Passion 2011: part 3'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-4836827030566161089</id><published>2011-01-13T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T11:07:39.376-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beth moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion2011'/><title type='text'>Passion 2011: part 2</title><content type='html'>the power of the mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beth moore begin our first morning session at passion with tackling one of the most critical areas...our minds. she embarked on a challenging subject, but one that is relative to all. one issue that we all, if we were honest, deal with in one way or another. i have been in a rut lately on "wondering what i am supposed to do with my life right now" and i have allowed myself to settle for the answer of "i don't know. i am just waiting on God to tell me". that may be true in some ways to wait, but honestly for me, it was a cop-out because i was spiritualizing my excuse for not going after something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beth took us through Romans 12:1-8 and focused on verse 2 which says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;"Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God -- this is your spiritual act of worship. Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;be transformed by the renewing of your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;. Then you be able to test and approve what God's will -- his good, pleasing and perfect will." (v2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;she pointed out to us that it takes the renewing of your mind to know God's will. and whatever He calls us to do, we are never fully capable to do it. that's why we need Him. He is the one who will accomplish all things. we are just the vessel He will use to do that. we have to believe that. it's not about us. but ALL about HIM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the mind is full of brilliance and of darkness...we can know what we are doing and why we are doing it. whether it's honoring God, or not at all. that's why we must take every thought captive and make it obedient to Christ (2 Cor 10:3-5). there is a reason why we do certain things and we make excuses for "not knowing why", but we can know the thoughts we think. and we should be fixated on HIM...not on the world. we must get to a point in our day. in our lives. to think beyond the obvious. to ponder upon. to treasure Christ. (Luke 2:18-19)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and as paul was in his chains for the sake of Christ, he continued to have a renewed mind as he said, "..i consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of &lt;b&gt;knowing&lt;/b&gt; Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake i have lost all things. I consider them rubbish that I may gain Christ and be found in him...&lt;b&gt;I want to know Christ &lt;/b&gt;and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings..." (phil 3:8-10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;that is where i am today. i desire to know Christ more. to fixate my mind on Him and Him alone. it's a daily choice to make, but in the end only He will remain. everything else will fade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;beth left us with this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you wont impact your generation unless you have a renewed mind and are focused.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;God will blow our mind if we just give it to Him!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-4836827030566161089?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/4836827030566161089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=4836827030566161089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/4836827030566161089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/4836827030566161089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/01/passion-2011-part-2.html' title='Passion 2011: part 2'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-7357060044970534893</id><published>2011-01-07T17:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T17:20:38.992-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion2011'/><title type='text'>Passion 2011: part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;YES, LORD&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;walking in the way of your laws -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;WE WAIT FOR YOU&lt;/span&gt;;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;YOUR NAME&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;RENOWN&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;DESIRES of OUR HEARTS&lt;/span&gt;." isaiah 26:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"may the words of &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;my mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and the meditation of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;my heart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;be pleasing in your sight O LORD&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;MY ROCK&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;MY REDEEMER&lt;/span&gt;"...."&lt;b&gt;may &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;my prayer&lt;/span&gt; be set before you like incense;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;may the lifting of my hands be like the evening sacrifice&lt;/b&gt;"..."&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;my eyes are fixed on YOU,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;O SOVEREIGN LORD&lt;/span&gt;." psalm 19:14; 141:2,8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;as i sat in barnes &amp;amp; noble in tennessee. i began preparing my heart for the passion conference in atlanta. you don't quite know what to expect when you enter a 4 day conference like passion. but in that you go with high expectations of God meeting us there. and he did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this was what i wrote in my journal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Holy God, i ask that you come pour yourself over us this weekend at Passion. &lt;u&gt;it is not the event that will change us, but YOU, O Lord!&lt;/u&gt; you are the reason we gather. you are the reason we live and breath. you alone are the common thread among us. Lord, fall afresh on us. let your word speak. let the spirit move..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God took this prayer and fulfilled it. in every song given in worship. in every word spoken by those that spoke. our hearts were stirred for Him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;because of Jesus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-7357060044970534893?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/7357060044970534893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=7357060044970534893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/7357060044970534893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/7357060044970534893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/01/passion-2011-part-1.html' title='Passion 2011: part 1'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-2288120247224270596</id><published>2011-01-06T14:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T14:40:44.971-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion2011'/><title type='text'>Road Trip to Passion 2011</title><content type='html'>1 week ago i left texas and headed to the east coast. my ultimate destination was atlanta, georgia. i went to johnson city, tennessee to pick up my friend whitney and then drove to asheville, north carolina to pick up my friend &lt;a href="http://bekahbrinkley.blogspot.com/"&gt;bekah&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;as we all 3 ventured down to the passion conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent 4 days in ATL with 22,000 other people as we gathered as one church body to worship Jesus. it was a weekend that we all were challenged by and still are in the midst of processing because of all that Jesus did. He used each person who spoke. each person who lead worship. it was moving. powerful. and beyond words to describe. my hope is that over the next few days i can unpack what i learned and have it take root in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Lord is sweet and tender in how he continues to reveal more of himself to us and draw us closer to him. i feel privileged to be able to be a part of his story. it is much bigger than i can even fathom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is my desire. my source of joy. my reward. he is enough for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-2288120247224270596?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/2288120247224270596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=2288120247224270596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/2288120247224270596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/2288120247224270596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2011/01/road-trip-to-passion-2011.html' title='Road Trip to Passion 2011'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-796488015610203019</id><published>2010-12-31T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T14:23:52.270-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reverb10'/><title type='text'>December 31: Core Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;What central story is at the core of you, and how do you share it with the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the central story is God's redemptive love. he is the reason i live. i breath. and move every day. his story is to be told and that is the very purpose we live each day. he saved me. freed me. restored me. renewed me. he is the core of who i am. not my accomplishments. not my resume. not my job. not my family. not my friends. not my car. only Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;we are to carry HIS name to others. period. we must make ourselves available to HIM for HIM to use.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-796488015610203019?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/796488015610203019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=796488015610203019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/796488015610203019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/796488015610203019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-31-core-story.html' title='December 31: Core Story'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-4131723917048952460</id><published>2010-12-30T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T00:10:15.424-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reverb10'/><title type='text'>December 30 – Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;This month, gifts and gift-giving can seem inescapable. What’s the most memorable gift, tangible or emotional, you received this year?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;time with people. this month i have been blessed with an abundant amount of time with beloved friends and family. and that in itself is a precious gift to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i am a quality time person so at any time i get the opportunity to either talk with people over the phone or be in person i jump on that. most of my friends live away and so talking over the phone is pretty much the only option right now. i am grateful for even that. every conversation. every moment spent with a friend. my life is richer because of them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;my family has had more time together this month as well and when we are all together it is sweet to all of our spirits. everyone was under one roof for 3 whole days and it was quite entertaining with all the kiddos, but beyond wonderful being together. my extended family on my mom's side came down for a day which is a treat to us all and certainly one day we look forward to. again, it was filled with many conversations and time that we all cherish together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The family at dinner without kiddos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TR1zK8Yvl8I/AAAAAAAAA6c/FfY81PH5ix8/s1600/DSC00890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TR1zK8Yvl8I/AAAAAAAAA6c/FfY81PH5ix8/s320/DSC00890.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i believe time is of the most value. and we each have a chance to use that gift.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-4131723917048952460?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/4131723917048952460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=4131723917048952460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/4131723917048952460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/4131723917048952460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-30-gift.html' title='December 30 – Gift'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TR1zK8Yvl8I/AAAAAAAAA6c/FfY81PH5ix8/s72-c/DSC00890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-6657076942220903931</id><published>2010-12-29T19:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T20:37:34.821-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reverb10'/><title type='text'>December 29 – Defining Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Describe a defining moment or series of events that has affected your life this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;well again, there isn't one moment because i know there were many days that have affected me. two that come to mind are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;coaching my club volleyball kids&lt;/span&gt; this past spring and then &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;my trip to uganda&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i didn't realize how much i would love coaching. i love the sport of volleyball. i love the competition. the strategy. the passion. and i love teaching kids something i love. but on top of that, i love coaching kids in life. i found out this past spring that not only coaching kids in a sport can have an impact, but coaching kids in their daily life. encouraging them. talking with them. challenging them. and listening. all of it affected me in how i view the perspective on coaching kids. i got to have many in-depth conversations with some of my kids and it blessed me so much! i am so excited about this new group of kids as i pour into them and get into their world. what a privilege it is to be able to coach kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;my trip to uganda also had a significant impact on me this year. i haven't been to that country before and each one is different in it's own way. the people. the country. the atmosphere. the children i met. the stories i heard. the brokenness felt. the sadness endured. it all impacted me significantly. after holding babies who at one time weighed right at 1 lb. babies who look newborn but are actually 6 months old. babies who were never loved by their mothers or fathers. how could it not affect me? how could my heart not be stirred? my heart hurt in many ways. but in the midst of it all. hope was rising for these children. they are now growing, being raised up, and becoming leaders for their country. i believe anytime i get to meet, love on, and get to know people outside of the US, my life is impacted. it's changed forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-6657076942220903931?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/6657076942220903931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=6657076942220903931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/6657076942220903931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/6657076942220903931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-29-defining-moment.html' title='December 29 – Defining Moment'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-6200892061899545461</id><published>2010-12-28T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T19:23:32.274-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reverb10'/><title type='text'>December 28 – Achieve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;What’s the thing you most want to achieve next year? How do you imagine you’ll feel when you get it? Free? Happy? Complete? Blissful? Write that feeling down. Then, brainstorm 10 things you can do, or 10 new thoughts you can think, in order to experience that feeling today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i want to feel fully alive. i want to be all cylinders go. i want to start fulfilling the dreams that i believe God has planted inside my heart. and not just talk about it anymore. but actually take real-tangible steps. it scary to think about how that will look. but i'm ready to start stepping. i know i can't achieve any dream or desire without jesus going before me. and so only through him. by him. and for him will anything in 2011 be accomplished. there will be emotions and feelings from all sides but it's time. i am ready. my confidence is in the Lord. i have to choose to believe that whatever dream God birthed in me and has put on my heart. He is in the process of bringing it to fulfillment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*didn't really answer this question to what i probably should've but it's my blog. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;until next time,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;joy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-6200892061899545461?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/6200892061899545461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=6200892061899545461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/6200892061899545461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/6200892061899545461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-28-achieve.html' title='December 28 – Achieve'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-1414244408713716228</id><published>2010-12-27T00:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T19:23:55.863-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reverb10'/><title type='text'>December 27: Ordinary Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Our most profound joy is often experienced during ordinary moments. What was one of your most joyful ordinary moments this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as i was trying to think through all the moments this year, there is one moment in particular that fits. in september i journeyed over to uganda to spend 2 of the most precious weeks with babies. but prior to getting on the plane to head east, i met up with my team in atlanta, ga a few days before. i had the privilege to go to&lt;a href="http://www.passioncitychurch.com/"&gt; passion city church&lt;/a&gt; the sunday before we left. as we concluded our worship through songs, pastor louie giglio began telling the entire congregation about this team that is going over to uganda in 2 days. he began sharing about &lt;a href="http://www.watoto.com/home"&gt;watoto ministry&lt;/a&gt; and all that God is doing through it. then he began sharing how God brought this team together from every phase of life. then he proceeded to ask the congregation to diligently pray over these women as they are gone. i was already moved by others praying for me. especially people i have never met. louie asked us to stand up and throughout the building we were spread out representing varies groups of people. and instead of having people verbally pray out loud, he said i want you to express your willingness and excitement for this team and your commitment to pray for them by clapping. by giving praise to the Lord for what HE is going to do through these women. and by what He will teach us all...in a matter of seconds. the entire congregation was on their feet. clapping with all their hearts. cheering for us. it was the most overwhelming moment i have experienced. my heart was full of joy for what God was doing in the hearts of people at passion city but also for what He was going to do through us. i was completely humbled in every way by strangers giving me hugs. sh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;aring scripture with me. encouraging me by speaking words over me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it was a beautifully illustrated picture of the body of christ. an ordinary moment to most people but an extraordinary moment both for me and my uganda team.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-1414244408713716228?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/1414244408713716228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=1414244408713716228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/1414244408713716228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/1414244408713716228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-27-ordinary-joy.html' title='December 27: Ordinary Joy'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-186812306596096984</id><published>2010-12-26T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T23:27:41.794-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reverb10'/><title type='text'>December 26: Soul Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;What did you eat this year that you will never forget? What went into your mouth &amp;amp; touched your soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;considering that i can barely remember what i did a few days, months, or year ago i can't even remember what i ate yesterday. haha. the only way i can remember somewhat of meals is by the event it was surrounded by. whether it was a celebration of some sort, holiday, or just a random get together with friends. the food seems to taste even better because of it. and to be honest, i can't even remember the places i ate at. i just know that it was great all around. so to name a few favorites (in no particular order)...mom &amp;amp; both of my sister's cooking. birthday meal at fresca's. july 4th lake party. lonesome dove in ft.worth. celebrating graduation milestones with friends. daily meals in uganda always reached a deep part of me. cooking dinner together with my best friend in AR. antico pizza in ATL. eating panera bread with some of my small group girls. and yogurtland/pure bliss (the yogurt bar).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;maybe one of my goals for 2011 should be to try something new every place i go. or find a new restaurant and give it a shot. it's always those hole-in-the-wall places that turn out to be the best.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-186812306596096984?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/186812306596096984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=186812306596096984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/186812306596096984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/186812306596096984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-26-soul-food.html' title='December 26: Soul Food'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-4244028353506151250</id><published>2010-12-25T23:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T16:36:18.425-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reverb10'/><title type='text'>December 25: Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sift through all the photos of you from the past year. Choose one that best captures you; either who you are, or who you strive to be. Find the shot of you that is worth a thousand words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ok i chose 2 pictures. looking back over the year at all the different pictures i have taken with so many different people &amp;amp; places. it became difficult to pick just one, so i chose two that would describe my year and myself as best as i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;#1 - First Baptist Church DNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TRbbib3xfoI/AAAAAAAAA6U/YkHOPc36E00/s1600/DSC00193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TRbbib3xfoI/AAAAAAAAA6U/YkHOPc36E00/s320/DSC00193.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;..first of all i have lived 3 different places just in this year. i have loved the adventure of picking my stuff up and moving to another place. &amp;nbsp;on the other hand, it also becomes difficult to get settle at any level, but i feel as though this is the nomadic life i am to be on. so with that, these two beautiful women are ones i have lived with- Karen (in red) and Judy (my aunt in the navy). i actually lived with my aunt for a year and half before moving to her best friend's (karen). i feel incredibly honored to have lived life with these women. their wisdom. council. love. prayers. support. encouragement. friendship. and motherly love have impacted me in a way that no one else has. i will always treasure the days of living under each one of their roofs. having older women speak into my life by mentoring me were some of the greatest months i have ever experienced. they have taught me what it means to love well. to live life open handed. to give self-sacrificially. to reach for strength from the Lord DAILY even when they are weak. to find the joy in all things. and to be transparent with your life. they have been huge irons in my life and for that i am full of thankfulness unto the Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TRbbib3xfoI/AAAAAAAAA6U/YkHOPc36E00/s1600/DSC00193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;#2 - Picture was taken in Uganda, Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TRbcOW0OBJI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/QUJB8Jcfxn0/s1600/60331_862058845275_27419786_46619163_5522549_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TRbcOW0OBJI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/QUJB8Jcfxn0/s320/60331_862058845275_27419786_46619163_5522549_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;..this picture says it all to me. to love well. to reach out to every person. every tribe. every nation. and share with them Christ. who is our hope. our life. our joy. our salvation. HE is the one who knits us together. and if we simply put out our hand, HE will grab it. there is also beauty portrayed in this picture. beauty in the body of christ. beauty in the love that Christ brings to us. beauty in the grace He gives us. and beauty in how all are connected.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;i am looking ahead to see where God will bring me next. to see who he will introduce me to. and to know him more through it all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-joy-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TRbcOW0OBJI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/QUJB8Jcfxn0/s1600/60331_862058845275_27419786_46619163_5522549_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-4244028353506151250?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/4244028353506151250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=4244028353506151250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/4244028353506151250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/4244028353506151250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-25-photo.html' title='December 25: Photo'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TRbbib3xfoI/AAAAAAAAA6U/YkHOPc36E00/s72-c/DSC00193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-648818174759076070</id><published>2010-12-24T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T23:48:09.271-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reverb10'/><title type='text'>December 24: Everything’s OK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;What was the best moment that could serve as proof that everything is going to be alright? And how will you incorporate that discovery into the year ahead?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;to be honest and to the point. the only moment i know that continues to quiet my spirit and settle my soul is when i am still before the Lord. when i tap into the greatness of who God is. when i sneak away from all the craziness of the world. when the veil is pulled back even more to know Him. that is when i know everything in my life will be ok. that is when i can loosen my grip on all that i am holding tightly to. &amp;nbsp;my sovereign God is good. he is life to me. he is the joy to all people. and he is the great shepherd guiding me through every season of life. as i look back on this year, i realize how crucial it is to get my heart right with him each day. he is waiting for me daily for me to stop and rest in his presence.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-648818174759076070?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/648818174759076070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=648818174759076070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/648818174759076070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/648818174759076070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-24-everythings-ok.html' title='December 24: Everything’s OK'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-2048504756699620468</id><published>2010-12-23T13:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T13:17:17.333-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reverb10'/><title type='text'>December 23: New Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;If you could introduce yourself to strangers by another name for just one day, what would it be and why?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i don't know if i could introduce myself any differently then joy. it's actually a rare name and there are only a handful of us out there. it's always fun meeting other joy's in the world. it's also a constant reminder to live out my name. a challenge i face daily. to be joyful and bring joy to other people. at times it's who i am called, but other times it's an emotion and expression to feel or experience. that is especially evident during the christmas holidays. so many songs have my name in it and i often have a song or two sung to me throughout the christmas season. it's pretty funny and always brings a smile to my face (i actually think those who are singing to me enjoy it more than i do..:) ). however, my name versus the emotion is quite different. when i stop and think about it, i feel honored to be called by the name joy. i feel honored to be catalyst of bringing joy to people (Christ as the center of my joy). i fail at that many times though. but it doesn't keep me from striving to love people and hoping they too will have joy that only comes from the Heavenly Father. i am thankful to bear this name. even though it may be heavy at times to live out. i am thankful Christ has given unto me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joy (Latin)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"joyful" or "joyful one"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-2048504756699620468?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/2048504756699620468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=2048504756699620468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/2048504756699620468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/2048504756699620468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-23-new-name.html' title='December 23: New Name'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-3393504822540123910</id><published>2010-12-22T14:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T01:19:54.886-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reverb10'/><title type='text'>December 22: Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c2525; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; font: normal normal normal 14px/1.5em 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;How did you travel in 2010? How and/or where would you like to travel next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; font: normal normal normal 14px/1.5em 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh this is fun to look back at all the places i went to..kind of makes me giddy about it and excited for the upcoming travels. i love road trips and seeing family, friends, meeting new people and visiting new places.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so here's what was accomplished this year....2010 you did well!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Texas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hurst, Dallas, San Antonio, San Angelo, Houston,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Austin, Cleburne, Ft Worth, New Braunfels, Stephenville&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colorado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Copper Mtn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Louisiana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;New Orleans&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minnesota&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minneapolis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arkansas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Conway &amp;amp; Fayetteville&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Missouri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Branson &amp;amp; Lampe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nevada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reno&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Georgia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Atlanta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Netherlands&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Amsterdam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uganda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Kampala &amp;amp; Gulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;(below are my stops next week!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tennessee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Johnson City&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;North Carolina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Asheville&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Stops already scheduled for 2011...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Atlanta, GA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dallas, Tx &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hurst, Tx&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vail, CO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stephenville, Tx&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baltimore, MD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kyiv, Urkaine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kampala, Uganda* (hopefully)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm excited to add to this list! May the adventure of road trips, seeing friends, meeting new people and learning about new places continue!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-3393504822540123910?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/3393504822540123910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=3393504822540123910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/3393504822540123910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/3393504822540123910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-22-travel.html' title='December 22: Travel'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-8116931228585687232</id><published>2010-12-21T23:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T13:29:43.316-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reverb10'/><title type='text'>December 21: Future Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Imagine yourself five years from now. What advice would you give your current self for the year ahead? (Bonus: Write a note to yourself 10 years ago. What would you tell your younger self?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;well 5 year from now i will be 30. oh my. i can't even believe i am that close to that age. that is crazy! anyways, if i was that age looking back and giving advice i would tell myself "to go after what you love. to not hinder yourself. to dream big. to take advantage of every day. to invest your time with those who God has used to sharpen you. to step outside of my comfort zone. to try new things. and to be a person who loves well in all that i do."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-8116931228585687232?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/8116931228585687232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=8116931228585687232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8116931228585687232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8116931228585687232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-21-future-self.html' title='December 21: Future Self'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-13536429615998950</id><published>2010-12-20T23:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T00:26:04.820-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reverb10'/><title type='text'>Day 20: Beyond Avoidance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;What should you have done this year but didn’t because you were too scared, worried, unsure, busy or otherwise deterred from doing? (Bonus: Will you do it?)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ouch. this one kind of stings a bit. i think if i knew what i know now, the past 5 months would have looked different then now. if i would not have been too scared. uncertain. unsure. then i would've stayed much longer in uganda. i probably would've stayed several months at the least. but i was battling fear. people pleasing. and lack of confidence. HOWEVER, i am thankful i walked through this season of life because i have learned so much more about myself. i have learned so much more about who God is and His heart for His people. i believe every day is one step closer to bringing me to do what i was afraid to do and to do it with more confidence and trust.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-13536429615998950?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/13536429615998950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=13536429615998950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/13536429615998950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/13536429615998950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-20-beyond-avoidance.html' title='Day 20: Beyond Avoidance'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-6947913841827778119</id><published>2010-12-20T00:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T00:27:11.238-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reverb10'/><title type='text'>Day 19: Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;What healed you this year? Was it sudden, or a drip-by-drip evolution? How would you like to be healed in 2011?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TQ7zfJArqiI/AAAAAAAAA6M/C0BTPvNaktY/s1600/39299_504682332024_162300106_30070980_6559331_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TQ7zfJArqiI/AAAAAAAAA6M/C0BTPvNaktY/s200/39299_504682332024_162300106_30070980_6559331_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am not quite sure how to answer this but the only thing i know that continues to heal. nurture. warm. and hits deep is spending time with babies. (for this post i am referring to specifically african babies.) there is something about holding a child in your arms knowing they haven't been loved. knowing they have been neglected. abused. malnourished. and in a way forgotten. it breaks my heart hearing about these things and their story. but it also heals and renews my heart knowing that i have been given an incredible privilege to love them. and to be the hands and feet of Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TQ7zTG58adI/AAAAAAAAA6I/Pw05apADcGk/s1600/63335_504682351984_162300106_30070981_3781144_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TQ7zTG58adI/AAAAAAAAA6I/Pw05apADcGk/s200/63335_504682351984_162300106_30070981_3781144_n.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i spent 2 weeks in uganda this september. i held. feed. changed diapers. played with. and loved on precious babies. there isn't anything quite like loving a child as though they were your own. i can't wait to go do it again...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;not quite sure about this prompted anyways. weird question. if i answered the prompt correctly. then great. if i didn't. oh well. at least i didn't omit it like i was thinking about doing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;until tomorrow...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;joy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-6947913841827778119?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/6947913841827778119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=6947913841827778119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/6947913841827778119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/6947913841827778119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-19-healing.html' title='Day 19: Healing'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TQ7zfJArqiI/AAAAAAAAA6M/C0BTPvNaktY/s72-c/39299_504682332024_162300106_30070980_6559331_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-3654627162820998768</id><published>2010-12-18T13:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T13:19:00.384-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reverb10'/><title type='text'>facing the daily prompts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c2525; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;every time i sit down to blog, i have writer's block. i am not sure why. i think it might be too many things going on in my head or in my life to hinder me from focusing on one thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c2525; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c2525; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;so as we are in mid-december i can't help but reflect on 2010. my friend &lt;a href="http://www.bekahbrinkley.blogspot.com/"&gt;bekah&lt;/a&gt; introduced me to &lt;a href="http://www.reverb10.com/the-prompts/"&gt;REVERB10&lt;/a&gt;. it's a way to reflect on the year and look ahead to what next year holds. every day there are prompts given for you to answer. some are more challenging then others, but it's one way i can focus in one thing at a time. so here it goes...i'm picking up in the middle with 2 weeks until 2011. i may complete the earlier prompts as we enter into the new year. we will see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c2525; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today's Prompt: Dec 18 - TRY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;What do you want to try next year? Is there something you wanted to try in 2010? What happened when you did / didn’t go for it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ok lets be honest. who want's to admit that they would try something and then didn't? well i will admit it. i am one of those people. i remember i said for my 2010 goal i wanted to run a half-marathon. did that happen? no. i actually remember telling several people and i even started to get some mileage under my feet. however, it was a fail. i didn't reach that goal. now i am back to ground zero. maybe i will be more discipline in 2011 to go through with it. maybe i will actually be successful. time will tell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as for 2011. i don't want to simply just try. to me that means.."crossing your fingers. you hope it will work. you aren't necessarily confident that it will. but you will try it and see. accepting failure if it may come." i don't want to just hope it will work. i want to be confident that it will. i don't want to just try. i want to give all that i can and have to achieve it. whatever it may be. so my goal is to go for it. confidently. believing in myself. and believing in the ONE who has gone before me. that may be running in a race or it may be something far greater than just a race. whatever it may be. i will accept it with great confidence from the Lord.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; 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not your dream job. but what do you hope for most?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;what would be impossible by human hands, but only possible with God bringing you through?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;what is your passion? &lt;/span&gt;what drives you? do you wish you were doing something else instead of doing what you are doing now? why aren't you there yet?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;why aren't you living out your passion - your dream?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;what would mark you with significance?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;what would make the most impact on people around you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and what would make the most difference in people when God calls you home?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this past week i have either heard sermons (from louie giglio at passion city church). had conversations with dear friends over skype. and had my eyes opened a little more to the reality of it. the questions above have been ones i have just passed on by without letting them take root. maybe because it's fear. fear of the truth. fear of recognizing and acknowledging where i am. it could also be my lack of confidence in knowing what the answers are to the questions. i have easily side-stepped around the answers by the usual "i don't knows" and "i'm not sure". it's become a habit. one that i want to change. one that will take time. one that i need some accountability with. (to those who have already challenged me in this..thank you!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;answering questions like those above head-on are heavy. they certainly challenge me right where i am at this moment. and even though it may strip me of pride. of what i think i know. it's good. it's hard. it's refining. and i need that. i need refining every day. it's one action that is necessary. it must happen. our God is so gracious that He loves us enough to refine us a little each day. He wants us to want Him. and in everything i do. everyday. the purpose in that very activity is to glorify the Lord and bring honor to His name. and instead of letting the day pass by, why not stop. think about what will be the most significant thing you will do today? or what can you do in order to make it significant?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;have you thought about it? what will be your way of impacting someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;may this spur us on even more. may this be the first step in changing our communities. our culture. our world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;please share your thoughts. your ways of becoming countercultural. and how we together as a church body can all be significant. i am beginning this process as well. everyday i am learning more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dream. pursue. and be all to Him....for&amp;nbsp;He is ALL to Us,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-8969125947586874421?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/8969125947586874421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=8969125947586874421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>if you have time this weekend, i would recommend you listen to louie giglio's sermon titled "fully alive" from the passion city church. &lt;a href="http://www.passioncitychurch.com/watch/#20101121"&gt;click here&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually wanted to post about it and share my thoughts...which i may...but as i tried to convey the words, i couldn't quite find the right ones. so go listen and watch this sermon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful for the ways it has challenged and stirred me this week. my hope is that it will do the same for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may you be different because of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-8571653090793248010?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/8571653090793248010/comments/default' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-6448852301058765559</id><published>2010-12-01T16:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T16:40:51.124-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>thanksgiving week</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;dad's health.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it's been a year since my dad's emergency trip to the hospital on thanksgiving. all of us don't really remember last year because it was a blurr with being in the hospital most of the time and entertaining the 7 little kiddos. what a crazy time it was, but we are all thankful and are counting our blessings as my dad is still with us for another thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my health.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a small group this year, but yet still full of fellowship, food, and football. however, i was the one who was sick this year. i came down with a case of shingles that tuesday before turkey day. i had not idea what it actually was because i was unfamiliar with the disease and the symptoms. i had the most irritating itching on my scalp. a rash that appeared on the right side of my forehead. fever. and severe headaches. it was downright awful. it wasn't until thursday when i finally self-diagnosed myself. because at that point all the symptoms were still present, plus the rash was slowly migrating into my right eye. it felt like needles were pricking me. again, not the best feeling in the world. at this point, i was taking any medicine i could to relieve some pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday morning we called my brother-in-law who is a doctor and he confirmed that i have shingles. later that day i picked up my prescription and started feeling better 24hrs later. i am so thankful for those in the medical field and their wisdom in knowing about diseases such as shingles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel almost 100% back to normal. i am working on getting rest and not being stressed. apparently, that is the cause of shingles. well add that to a vulnerable immune system and you have shingles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to those who i have had talks with this past week. it is truly encouraging to my spirit. love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-6448852301058765559?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/6448852301058765559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=6448852301058765559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/6448852301058765559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/6448852301058765559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/12/thanksgiving-week.html' title='thanksgiving week'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-8477514443271778142</id><published>2010-11-22T13:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T13:00:01.504-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volleyball'/><title type='text'>the game i love</title><content type='html'>with club volleyball season around the corner. i can't wait to see all what is to come. it's amazing to me the community of people that surround a court, watching a white ball being volleyed back and forth between two different teams. it's a game of strategy. of desire. of passion. of discipline. of sacrifice. of respect. of determination. it's a game i love to watch and coach. and one of my best friends says it just right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"i want them to want to compete each time they step between the lines. not for me. not even for their teammates. for themselves. to prove they can do it. to instill confidence in themselves as athletes and young women. that's why i coach. volleyball is just a blip on the radar of life. but the character you develop on the roller coaster ride this sport takes you on, is irreplaceable....so, here's to another great season. and by great, i mean frustrating, yet so rewarding. here's to making a difference in the character development of 15 year old girls through the shared love of a little white ball...Game on."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the training. practice. and competition begin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-8477514443271778142?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/8477514443271778142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=8477514443271778142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8477514443271778142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8477514443271778142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/11/game-i-love.html' title='the game i love'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-3232605859950247476</id><published>2010-11-20T16:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T16:08:01.037-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poverty'/><title type='text'>disturbed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my heart aches. my spirit is stirred. my soul cries out. i wish i could fix the horrific situations around the world. it brings tears to my eyes when i read or hear about people sufferring. whether it's from poverty. from disease. from starvation. from child trafficking. from natural disasters. from wild spreading water-borne sickness. i am moved and disturbed to my core.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;wednesday night at church we had a guest speaker. he began the night by saying, &lt;i&gt;"i want you to be disturbed to your very core about the injustice around the world. we should be so messed up about it that it forces us to do something." &lt;/i&gt;he was adding on to what he discussed last week. we were studying the scripture in Luke 9:23-24. it's a piece of God's Word that is heavy. it's hard to wrap your mind around what Jesus is truly calling us to do. i spoke with him afterwards and he said "i wanted to bring this scripture close enough to us all that it rubbed us like sandpaper". and it did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;he spoke about the horrible and heartbreaking situation in Haiti right now. i knew about the cholera but i didn't know the chaos the country was in. the people are in such need for medical supplies. food. shelter. clean water. but its become a survival of the fittest. there are riots happening. buildings being burned that are full of supplies. and on top of that, they are suspending international help because of the rioting. my heart broke. and all i could say or feel was "God help them!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;found this verse and thought it was appropriate for the situation in Haiti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"He brought them out of the darkness and the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;deepest gloom and broke away their chains."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Ps. 107:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;here is article i found on the top 10 poorest countries in the world. interestingly enough, 9 out 10 countries are in africa. click the link below to read more...&lt;span id="goog_1748147831"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.financialjesus.com/interesting-economics/top-10-poorest-countries-in-the-world-2010/"&gt;http://www.financialjesus.com/interesting-economics/top-10-poorest-countries-in-the-world-2010/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-3232605859950247476?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/3232605859950247476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=3232605859950247476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/3232605859950247476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/3232605859950247476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/11/disturbed.html' title='disturbed.'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-7359597256932647701</id><published>2010-11-03T14:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T14:45:02.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not mine to know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;"The will of God is for you and me to give our lives urgently and recklessly to making the gospel and the glory of God known among all peoples...The question, therefore, is not, 'Can we find God's will?' The question is 'Will we obey God's will?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;"Will we refuse to sit back and wait for some tingly feeling to go down our spines before we rise up and do what we have already been commanded to do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"God knows every detail of our lives, and when we step out in faith to follow him, he will show us that our greatest security is not found in the comforts we can manufacture in this world but in the faithful provision of the only one who knows our needs and the only one who is able to meet our needs in every way."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;-Radical, by David Platt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TNG4i0BYKkI/AAAAAAAAA58/ZK39RabBX_M/s1600/IMG_0563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TNG4i0BYKkI/AAAAAAAAA58/ZK39RabBX_M/s200/IMG_0563.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;as i was trying to find words to share i looked back through a book i recently finished. if you haven't had the chance or time to read Radical, please do so. it will challenge you and move you. anyways, what i stumbled upon were the quotes above. they certainly relate to where i am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;every season of life i go through is different. challenging. and a time i gain more knowledge of the Lord and my place in His plan. at the end of one season i begin to wonder what is next. i question. i doubt. i become anxious. i wonder if God will show me. or do i begin pursuing something. i become overwhelmed with knowing my purpose. my giftings. i get frustrated because i don't know. and as long as i am trying to know, i will fail. it's not mine to know. but it's for me to trust. to trust my God. to believe in His ways. to choose to rely on His guidance. to recognize that where i am right now is where i am suppose to be for this season of my life. it may be short. it may be long. but no matter the length of time, i am here. and when He is done using me here, He will move me somewhere else. i want to be a vessel for God use to further the kingdom. that is the purpose for which we are called. to love our heavenly Father, our Creator God. to love people. to pour our lives out and into others. to make disciples. and to reach those who are unreached. it is one beautiful story of God loving His people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;as i continue to ask the Lord to lead me to the next stepping stone. He continues to place things in my lap that i wouldn't probably see as what i think i should do. but it makes me stop. it causes me to smile. to look up and say 'ok. i have to trust you more than what i know'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and a quote that is absolute relevant to my current season is the one that follows..&lt;i&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;"those who continue to seek the will of God will be run over by those doing the will of God. If you seek nothing but the will of God, He will always put you in the right place at the right time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TNG3sqj--cI/AAAAAAAAA5s/PMYF8MIy5JY/s1600/IMG_0555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TNG3sqj--cI/AAAAAAAAA5s/PMYF8MIy5JY/s200/IMG_0555.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so this is where i am...i am thankful for the uncertainty -- even though it's scary. i am thankful for the unknown -- even though i question. i am thankful -- even though it's difficult. for HE is worthy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"Seek His kingdom first and His righteousness,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;and all these things will be given to you as well." (mt 6:33)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-7359597256932647701?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/7359597256932647701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=7359597256932647701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/7359597256932647701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/7359597256932647701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-mine-to-know.html' title='not mine to know.'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TNG4i0BYKkI/AAAAAAAAA58/ZK39RabBX_M/s72-c/IMG_0563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-8143850586866230174</id><published>2010-10-21T16:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T16:37:35.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>crossing paths</title><content type='html'>there are moments where you can't rightly explained how it happened. times that you want to say "that was a coincidence, ironic, or by chance". however. when we view those moments from God's perspective. it completely takes out the "coincidences" and makes them 'divine appointments'. the exact path God wanted you to cross with that person. i have had many of those "divine appointments" throughout my life and i am blessed beyond words with the precious friends i have in my life. one that is most recent is when i met my friend Kelsey Young. i actually met her in Uganda. she is an american living in kampala, uganda. and i still am amazed on how we met. but God had it planned that he would allow our paths to cross and knit us together as friends. from the 2000 people who attend the Watoto Church in Kampala, she was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we became fast friends sharing our stories and how God brought us to Uganda. i was inspired and encouraged in many ways by her and what she is doing. to sum up her story, over the past 8 trips she has made to Uganda she and her team have developed a new ministry called ROWAN. which means..Rural Orphans and Widows Aids Network. she is spending all her energies and time getting this organization going. she spends most of it in the villages with the people in the Mawanga area. she and her team work with the woman and children by putting on food programs, activities, dramas, educational seminars over HIV/AIDS, and much more. i could go on and on about it all. every time i talk with her i always here the latest story of what God has done today to continue to show His hand in the ministry. it blows me away. the stories she tells me are undeniably the Lord's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should check out ROWAN at &lt;a href="http://www.loverowan.com/"&gt;www.loverowan.com&lt;/a&gt; and her blog at &lt;a href="http://www.kelseyyoung.wordpress.com/"&gt;www.kelseyyoung.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back to that day we met neither one of us knew the purpose of our paths crossing, but one thing we do know...God sure has a purpose for it! i am thankful for my new friend. she has challenged me so much and continues to do so. she is simply an ordinary woman, loving the Lord, and being a tool for Him to use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-8143850586866230174?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/8143850586866230174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=8143850586866230174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8143850586866230174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/8143850586866230174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/10/crossing-paths.html' title='crossing paths'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-5873189846018849716</id><published>2010-10-13T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T12:14:59.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>restore tour...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;on monday night i had the privilege of attending the Watoto Choir: The Restore Tour in southlake, tx. the children and students in the tour have all survived the war in northern uganda. they all have either been former child soilders or abductees. it was a powerful message. they shared their song, dance, and stories of being captured by the LRA (Lord's Resistance Army). it moved me to tears. i can't imagine feeling what they felt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;and in the midst of sharing the reality of what has been happening for the past 24 years, there was hope in the darkness. there was joy found in their deep sorrow. the children began singing, "my only hope is you, jesus." and though their lives were in the hands of the rebels, they continued to sing...though they lost family members, were forced to kill, and were brutally abused, each one of them choose to forgive. there is power in forgiveness and only through jesus do you have the ability to truly forgive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;as i was watching the performance, my heart was full. i was just there in Gulu, Uganda a couple weeks ago. i got to visit the babies in Baby Watoto. i got to see the Children's Village that already has 300+ kids who have been rescued and now living in a place of restoration. i got to meet the women in the living hope ministry who are regaining their dignity. it's beautiful to see how God is changing that country one person at a time. it definitely made me miss being there. and i can't wait to get back. it is one of those moments when you see God moving and you just have to be a part of it. and as i long to be back, i have to see what God has for me today. where i am right now. as i gaze upon the Lord, I have to believe that He is and will fulfill His purpose for me in this place, as well as in africa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And as Paul journeyed from place to place teaching and preaching the gospel…he was also a tent maker. He didn’t waste the gift the Lord had given him. He used it to further the kingdom. So wherever He went to take the gospel, he brought his work. So the lesson from that for me is to be wise with the gifts the Lord has given. While he has me where he does, I want to be a tool for the Lord to use so that He may receive even greater honor. I can’t just sit and do nothing. I must be actively engaged with the people. As a new church in Atlanta, GA, Passion City Church, says: “&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For God. For People. For the City. For the World.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; That is my prayer. For where I am, For Cleburne. That the body of Christ , the church, may be a beckon of hope. A light in the darkness. The church is for God. It is for ALL people. For the city. And ultimately for the world.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-5873189846018849716?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/5873189846018849716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=5873189846018849716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/5873189846018849716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/5873189846018849716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/10/restore-tour.html' title='restore tour...'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-6656042668558384201</id><published>2010-10-04T10:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T10:53:02.396-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><title type='text'>worlds collide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TKnzSKV-v2I/AAAAAAAAA5E/Ltr3eUKxJKo/s1600/59959_862068186555_27419786_46619528_2225587_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TKnzSKV-v2I/AAAAAAAAA5E/Ltr3eUKxJKo/s320/59959_862068186555_27419786_46619528_2225587_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(picture: Lucy &amp;amp; I at Suubi Baby House)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is no other way to describe it. When you leave one country and come back to the one you reside in. its hard to process. It’s hard to discuss with those who didn’t experience what you did. It’s hard to pick back up in life. It’s hard to go back to what you were doing when your heart is somewhere else. It’s hard to not be with the team you were with for 10 days straight. Not that I haven’t LOVED getting to talk to friends and family about my trip..it’s just hard when two completely different worlds collide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TKny40cW5CI/AAAAAAAAA5A/imQE9KFYpVk/s1600/DSC00729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TKny40cW5CI/AAAAAAAAA5A/imQE9KFYpVk/s320/DSC00729.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(picture: Hope and I at Suubi baby house)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I literally hit the ground running a week ago and I can’t hardly grasp how quickly 7 days slipped by. It blows me away really.&amp;nbsp; It’s a blurr to say the least. To be thrown into so many things after being in a country that changes you is beyond difficult. I honestly have had to ride it out. I have had to diligently carve out time to sit, journal, and process. And every time I do, I realize that the very fingerprints of those children we held and loved on, have been imprinted upon my heart.&amp;nbsp; You never can shake experiences like that off of you. The more I process, the more I realize the desire in my heart only grows stronger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are never quite the same after coming&amp;nbsp;back from a 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; world country. It changes you. It changes the way you think. The way you live. So why does our culture expect you to pick back up where you left off and live the same way you were? It bothers me how that is what is expected. I don’t want to live the same way. I don’t want it to not change me. For it already has.&amp;nbsp; It changed me even before going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;...uganda was written on my heart and has impacted me more than I can describe…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TKnzsk35TbI/AAAAAAAAA5I/ZMgTalw_hK0/s1600/61243_862058930105_27419786_46619171_2131387_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TKnzsk35TbI/AAAAAAAAA5I/ZMgTalw_hK0/s320/61243_862058930105_27419786_46619171_2131387_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(picture: Kevin &amp;amp; I at the Bullrushes in Kampala)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-6656042668558384201?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/6656042668558384201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=6656042668558384201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/6656042668558384201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/6656042668558384201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/10/worlds-collide.html' title='worlds collide.'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TKnzSKV-v2I/AAAAAAAAA5E/Ltr3eUKxJKo/s72-c/59959_862068186555_27419786_46619528_2225587_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-4898730815087459863</id><published>2010-09-28T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T09:27:34.085-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><title type='text'>A few Baby Pics..more to come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TKH0lBOajoI/AAAAAAAAA4w/mSrBS4IDzQo/s1600/DSC00661.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TKH0lBOajoI/AAAAAAAAA4w/mSrBS4IDzQo/s320/DSC00661.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TKH1UKINlAI/AAAAAAAAA40/R5jZ92ddS1M/s1600/DSC00664.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TKH1UKINlAI/AAAAAAAAA40/R5jZ92ddS1M/s320/DSC00664.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;William...he is 6 months old! So tiny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TKH1orT5wzI/AAAAAAAAA44/X5CFZgC_hno/s1600/DSC00677.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TKH1orT5wzI/AAAAAAAAA44/X5CFZgC_hno/s320/DSC00677.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-4898730815087459863?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/4898730815087459863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=4898730815087459863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/4898730815087459863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/4898730815087459863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/09/few-baby-picsmore-to-come.html' title='A few Baby Pics..more to come'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TKH0lBOajoI/AAAAAAAAA4w/mSrBS4IDzQo/s72-c/DSC00661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-5774727231464993379</id><published>2010-09-23T15:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T08:04:25.096-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><title type='text'>Bbira, Suubi, and Gulu</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been full of so many things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to church at Watoto, fellowshipped with the people there, and all were challenged by the powerful sermon. That afternoon we headed to the children's village in Bbira to have lunch with some of the kids in their homes. It was so much fun! We got to catch their chickens, see their pigs, and walk around their plantation filled with banana trees, pumpkin plants, watermelon, and more. Sunday night our team host took us to a place called Ndere, which is where they have the traditional Ugandan dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday and Tuesday we spent our time at the children's village in Suubi. We met all 30 or so kids there in the baby house. A portion of them had disabilities they were struggling with but it makes me even more thankful for the place they are in. We also painted several rooms that will soon be filled with little ones. The place where Suubi is located is right on top of this gorgeous mountain. Breath taking to say the least. It truly is a place of hope! (Suubi means hope) It currently has 900 kids and can still add more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday and thursday we spent in Northern Uganda at Gulu. We visited both the baby house and the childrens village. Watoto Gulu just opened in June 2010. It has 300 kids but will eventually will have close to 700.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it here!! I have one more day until I head back to the states...not ready yet. Will write more stories later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-5774727231464993379?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/5774727231464993379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=5774727231464993379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/5774727231464993379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/5774727231464993379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/09/bbira-suubi-and-gulu.html' title='Bbira, Suubi, and Gulu'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-1700866350817136167</id><published>2010-09-17T14:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T08:03:44.226-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><title type='text'>Oh Baby</title><content type='html'>kampala, uganda...the pearl of africa. known for the rolling hills. it absolutely is that and more. the scenery is different then what i imagined. honestly, i didn't know what to imagine. i wasn't expecting all the buildings. it seems a though the people of this country are more established in some areas. it's hard to explain but more people in the area we are in live in structures. i am sure we will see more remote areas as we go outside the city when we visit the other baby houses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of large buildings that can be seen from the guest house we are staying in are 2 huge mosques. both placed in the center of the city and on top of a hill. we actually heard some prayers and singing this morning before we all woke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our team just completed day 2 at Watoto Bulrushes. before i jump into day 2 events, i'll summarize day 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;orientation at the Watoto Church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;met kids from the Watoto village rehearsing for the Children's Choir. Their tour in the US begins in January&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ate lunch at the Garden City Mall where we were bombarded with waters/waitresses from a variety of places. when we sat down at our table there were literally 20 men and woman places menus and telling us what to order. we were all overwhelmed to say the least and stressed out in choosing what to eat. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the afternoon was spent at the bulrushes (the name of the baby house here in Kampala). we met all the babies and learned a little bit more of what the next 10 days would be. we are so excited that we will&amp;nbsp;be visiting all 3 baby homes...Bulrushes, Subbi, and Gulu. next week we will be traveling 5 hours north to spend 2 days with the babies up in the northern part of uganda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;day 2 was a full day at the bulrushes...and it was sure a FULL day of events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;this morning we took the "elephants" (ages 4-8months) on a walk. i loved getting to walk the streets of kampala with a baby wrapped on me. i slug my little boy, taylor, up i a chitenga (a wrap used in zambia). it was great. he was so happy and loved looking at everything. we went to play at a playground, ate a snack and then walked back. taylor fell asleep on me, which melted my heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the kids we had ate lunch and then had "potty time". literally all the kids were forced to poo in little baby potties. it was&amp;nbsp;chaotic and an experience that affected all of us. haha. my little boy taylor is actually from Subbi so he wasn't used to the things here at the bulrushes. he didn't go in the potty so i took him and changed him to go out for play time. and as soon as i get outside and sit down he decided to go potty. little did i know that it was leaking out his diaper and onto my pants. so in he goes again to have a full changing. oh my..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;once we hit lunch time we all were exhausted. each one of us experience this "potty time" so we were thankful we were done with that. the afternoon we feed the smaller babies and then played outside until we left at 5pm. but of course right before we left, we had one little girl named patricia completely throw up all her lunch. yes it was projectile. that was a nice end to our 2 day here. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;so those are our babies...it has been so interesting observing the way things are run at the baby house and how the nannies care for them. it is clear there is a need for educating and training. for medical care and treatment. but what they have is great for now. there are premies at the bulrushes. probably the smallest babies i have ever seen. some have come into the house at 600 grams (about 1.5lbs). they are much healthier and doing well because of Baby Watoto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully all this makes sense, i didn't go back and proof it. thanks for your emails, notes, and comments of encouragement. it is different, but i have loved seeing a different country. there is definitely a constant need of love for these people and these children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mukama akuwe omukisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-1700866350817136167?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/1700866350817136167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=1700866350817136167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/1700866350817136167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/1700866350817136167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-baby.html' title='Oh Baby'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-6984456852443058633</id><published>2010-09-12T23:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:23:15.219-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><title type='text'>sending off from PCC</title><content type='html'>i am moved beyond words as i try to find words to describe the movement within the service at Passion City Church tonight. i arrived with Janet (our family friend/team leader) with her 4 kids. not knowing anyone. i left feeling as though i knew everyone. the time of worship and prayer was powerful. the time of fellowship with others was encouraging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time, i actually now know more about where i will be going and what i will be doing in Kampala. i truly feel so humbled to be able to go. i did get to meet most of the girls on our team. i loved finally putting a name and face together. and what moved me the most was after Louie explained Watoto and described our trip, he asked the congregation to pray for us and they did..but by applauding the Lord in the work that He will do through us. the team was standing up scattered all throughout the gym and all of the sudden everyone began standing up and clapping. it was absolutely breathtaking. they were not clapping for us. but for the Lord. and what God will do. i was overwhelmed by it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was an incredible send off to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so thankful that i came a few days early to spend this time preparing my heart for Uganda, but also worshipping together with a body of believers seeking after the Lord. i could not be more excited for the movement happening here in Atlanta, GA. greater things are still to be done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am privileged to be a part of what God is doing...He is good and His faithfulness continues throughout each generation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-6984456852443058633?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/6984456852443058633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=6984456852443058633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/6984456852443058633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/6984456852443058633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/09/sending-off-from-pcc.html' title='sending off from PCC'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-6399359497749474962</id><published>2010-09-11T01:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T11:46:14.299-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><title type='text'>departure time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;DALLAS - ATLANTA - AMSTERDAM - ENTEBBE - KAMPALA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the time is here for me to head to the airport. check in. get settled into my seat. and journey across the ocean. i can't wait to see what has been waiting for me there. many days have been leading up to this and i am so thankful it's time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my heart is full for many reasons. but today i got a glimpse of what i may be doing for the next 2 weeks...i got to hold my friends 2 day old baby. if he only knew the precious family he has been born in to. if he only knew the love and tender care his parents have been giving him already. if he only knew how much joy and a blessing he is to so many! it's simply beautiful when you think about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and then as i was talking to a dear friend of mine on the phone, i was thinking through that today was almost foreshadowing the next 2 weeks. i will be holding babies that have been recently born and up to 2 year olds. but the kids in the orphanage don't know the life they have been born into. they don't know they've been abandoned. neglected. unwanted. mistreated. unloved. and to their families..they are a burden. my heart breaks thinking about it and i can't even begin to imagine what i will be feeling when i have to walk away from them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i don't really know what to expect honestly. i don't really know what all i will be doing there. but that is part of the adventure in it all. not knowing forces me trust Him more. God has been so good in bringing me to this point. i can't wait to see all what He shows me in Uganda.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i will try to update my blog as much as i can, but i am not sure if there will be internet. i will send either twitter updates, a fb post, or emails if and when i get a chance. thanks for all the prayers and encouragement!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and as my friend wrote in her text tonight "live unsafe" (meaning trust the Lord in ways you never thought - He will come through)....that is how i will end this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For His Name,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-6399359497749474962?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/6399359497749474962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=6399359497749474962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/6399359497749474962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/6399359497749474962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/09/departure-time.html' title='departure time!'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-1448383490932151173</id><published>2010-09-06T21:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T21:57:14.183-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uganda'/><title type='text'>Uganda...The Pearl of Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;as i am down to a few days of leaving, i thought i would share some facts about uganda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TIU57VxJagI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Bq1Gq5rA_34/s1600/ugand-_map.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TIU57VxJagI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Bq1Gq5rA_34/s200/ugand-_map.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(recently updated 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Population: 32, 369, 558 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Median age: 15 yrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Life expectancy: 52.72 yrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Age Structure:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;0-14yrs 50% of population&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;15-64yrs 47.9% of population&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Religion&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Roman Catholic - 41.9%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Protestant - 42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Muslim 12.1%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Other 3.1%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Population below poverty line: 35%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;About half the popu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;lation live on less than U.S. $1.25 per day &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(the international poverty line).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The official motto of Uganda is ‘For God and My Country’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Over 80% of workers are employed in the agricultural industry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Uganda’s largest export is coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;English and Swahili are the tw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;o official languages of Uganda. Luganda is also spoken widely throughout the country.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Soccer (football) is the most popular sport in Uganda. However, cricket is becoming increasingly popular with the national side finishing runner-up in Division 3 of the World Cricket League in 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;More facts from the Watoto Website:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TIWiYTCvHeI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/OZKO5JWGlts/s1600/stats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TIWiYTCvHeI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/OZKO5JWGlts/s320/stats.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Baby Watoto is a part of the Watoto Orphanage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will be working with babies ranging from 0-2yrs old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.watoto.com/projects/the-watoto-model/baby-watoto"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Read more from their website...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-1448383490932151173?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/1448383490932151173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=1448383490932151173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/1448383490932151173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/1448383490932151173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/09/ugandathe-pearl-of-africa.html' title='Uganda...The Pearl of Africa'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/TIU57VxJagI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Bq1Gq5rA_34/s72-c/ugand-_map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-1394416842387470985</id><published>2010-08-29T17:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T08:57:35.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for B.A.</title><content type='html'>got to spend a few hours with a friend of mine before she headed off to southeast asia for 2 years today!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is her story. please pray for her as she begins this journey...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://100peoplenetwork.org/blog/tag/022"&gt;http://100peoplenetwork.org/blog/tag/022&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-1394416842387470985?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/1394416842387470985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=1394416842387470985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/1394416842387470985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/1394416842387470985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/08/got-to-spend-few-hours-with-friend-of.html' title='Pray for B.A.'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-4465125821867363598</id><published>2010-08-28T10:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T10:04:07.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>are we too afraid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;whenever someone shares their stories about going overseas my ears always seem to perk up even if i am not actually in the conversation. it is intriguing to listen to others' perspective. last week this happened and it began to stir in me many emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a family friend was sharing about her sister's trip she had taken to Haiti. the tone in her voice spoke of fear for her sister life. she expressed how she just wanted her to get back to the US where it's safe. that the places her sister went in Haiti was dangerous, dark, and oppressive. the sister described witchcraft traditions and practices she saw throughout some of the communities. she even shared stories about children being raped by being forced into the horrific child trafficking cycle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;as our family friend continued, i simply was listening from afar as i was working on a puzzle. i wasn't surprised at all to hear those stories. actually i was thankful she was sharing it with some of my family. the reaction from them was sad, speechless, and in disbelief. i was agreeing with our family friend in all she said because of the actually truth with all that is still happening in so many countries. BUT in that same moment i thought to myself...&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;"if we are too fearful and don't want anyone to go to a dangerous place, then who will go? those people in that country need to know about Jesus too. they need to be loved on. they need to have someone investing into them and speaking truth. if we are too afraid about our lives or the lives of our family members, then who will go?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; we are so sucked into being 'safe' and not putting our lives in jeopardy for the sake of someone else. so we remain where we are. with people dying everyday in a neighboring country. suffering because no one will care for them. no one will invest their time (which i believe is the most valuable thing we have) in others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;we choose safety and comfort over impacting and changing a life. really saving a life. giving hope. giving life. giving for the sake of the least. isn't that what God gave His son for? for us. for them. so why not follow that example? what is holding us back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my prayer is that the veil will be lifted so that our eyes may see the real needs of people. that we would step out believing that God is worth it. no matter what situation we are in. that He is worth it. if we are persecuted. if we are stripped of everything. if we lose all that we have... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WE STILL HAVE JESUS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HE IS ALL WE NEED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HE WANTS ALL OUR AFFECTION AND DEVOTION. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;"But whatever was to my profit I now consider loss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;for the sake of Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;What is more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I consider everything a loss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; that I may gain Christ and be found in Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;but that which is through faith in Christ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;- the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Phil 3:7-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-4465125821867363598?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/4465125821867363598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=4465125821867363598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/4465125821867363598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/4465125821867363598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-we-too-afraid.html' title='are we too afraid?'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384471751350634771.post-4987167206009116776</id><published>2010-08-13T22:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:16:45.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the question</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;it's crazy how quickly 7 days can go by. lately things have a been such a whirlwind that i can't keep up with what day it is. i am thankful for those people who help me in that aspect. last week i went to my aunt and uncle's lake house. a bunch of my family were there for the day. it was a much needed getaway. the Lord definitely ordained many conversations with a few of my family members. as i even think back to those, a smile is brought to my face. they have loved me for me. supported me through every season in life. and continue to encourage, challenge, and pray for what God is doing in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sometimes when i haven't seen family or even friends in awhile a certain question seems to always pop up. the "what are you doing now" question. i just smile and laugh internally (sometimes externally too) at the question. not what they are asking, but how to answer it in a shorten version. the busyness of our society and world today pretty much demands for a one word or very short explanation of our life. this past week i had two very different people ask me that. two different responses. and two different perspectives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;one of my many cousins at the lake pulled me aside and ask that question. i knew his heart behind it and i felt at ease with sharing all that had transpired up to that point. i knew he would listen. understand. see my heart. my passion. and encourage me. i wasn't afraid of what he may think of me. because in the end it shouldn't matter what people say. only what God says and does matters. anyways, we talked for quite awhile. it was absolutely refreshing to share all what God had been teaching me. he smiled a lot while i was talking. he shared in my excitement and spurred me on. i am so thankful for that conversation. truly i am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;throughout the rest of the day i had wonderful conversations with other members of my family. it was a sweet time to share the day with them. i have been so blessed to be raised in this kind of community and tender fellowship. my aunt and i also had a great talk at the end of day. she is a woman of strength. grace. hope. wisdom. and tender unconditional love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;now the other person who asked me "the" question had a much different feel. i met this lady at my nephews football practice. she was wondering "what else do i do besides coach volleyball"? (you see i am helping this small christian academy start their volleyball program and i have been spending a lot of time up at the school. but the way this question came across was that what i do isn't enough. since it's not measurable then it's not success. so there has to be something else i do besides it, right?) okay back to answering her question...i just smiled because i knew if i tried to explain things she wouldn't really care. or maybe not even care to know. or simply not even understand. so i stuck with a short answer and said "i just do this [coach]". i think she was shocked because she didn't really know what else to say. it was interesting to say the least. but that question stuck with me the rest of the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i don't know what it is about our society. it bothers me though that the answer to that question (what are we doing in our life?) defines who we are. as though our 'job' makes us acceptable. or gives us value. its been something that has bothered me over the past couple of days. why is it that we have to be "doing" something to give us worth. why can't we just be. is loving people not enough? is investing and pouring into youth not enough? is living out the gospel not enough? is following Christ not enough? is obeying the Lord not enough? is being a vessel for the Lord to use not enough? is being His hands and feet not enough? is Jesus not enough? that's the question that should be asked. is Jesus enough for you? because if Christ isn't enough for you, then what is? he is our reward. our treasure. and who is coming back for us one day. he is the promised one. he is the one who completely satisfies us. he is the one who defines me. gives me value. what we should be 'doing' is giving our lives for him. no matter the cost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;yes. i am coaching. but there is so much more God is doing then just that. my heart is stirring and building with inexpressible joy as i get closer to leaving for Uganda. being able to love on children. touch their weary bodies. and tell them about the hope of Jesus is such a privilege and passion of mine. i come alive being in africa. i am humbled to go on behalf of the Lord. may each of us be in the place we can flourish and bring the greatest glory to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384471751350634771-4987167206009116776?l=joyjanszen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/feeds/4987167206009116776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384471751350634771&amp;postID=4987167206009116776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/4987167206009116776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384471751350634771/posts/default/4987167206009116776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjanszen.blogspot.com/2010/08/question.html' title='the question'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16348018609092997632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYBhOCg_Pek/SR--nZOZulI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q2pUAkz2GF8/S220/DSCN3524.JPG'/><
