<?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-30646902</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:32:00.211-07:00</updated><category term='God&apos;s Will'/><title type='text'>Rain on a Tin Roof</title><subtitle type='html'>Mayhem and Music.  A paradox of sound.  Sad, yet hopeful.  Always beautiful.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752212585163224930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/3291/1600/jomiley_small.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30646902.post-8098787431039492221</id><published>2007-05-23T12:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T12:57:57.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Will - Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about the whole "Simple Will" deal, and the more I think about it, the more I want to explain it.  The reason why is because I never want anyone to get the idea that if something makes sense, that's what you ought to do.  For instance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money.  More times than not, I've had to make a decision in favor of something when I didn't have the funds to carry it out.  Bad financial planning, or dependence upon the Holy Spirit?  Not that I am a great financial planner - or that I exhibit that much self control with my spending - but sometimes, I knew there was something I had to do that didn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example - The music this blog is named after, and the CD that my profile picture came from, was published when I didn't have a dime to my name.  But this was one of those cases of God's Specific Will overruling my common sense understanding of how recording an album would take place.  I knew I was supposed to record.  I knew when.  But I didn't know how.  In prayer, I felt pointed by scripture and by the Spirit to do it without creating any debt.  Not knowing how it would pan out, I asked friends and family to buy their copies of my album before I ever set foot into a studio.  Once I had some money coming in, I recorded as I had money to do so.  I had some things donated - artwork, time.  And when it was all said and done, the day the check was due, I had the exact amount in the bank that I needed to cover it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing what I needed to do, namely record, I had the three-part decision making paradigm work itself out in the process.  God told me in Scripture that I didn't need to create debt by living beyond my means while making this project or by taking out a loan.  God told me Specifically that the time and way to record was immediate, making the commitment to do so with musicians and getting my artwork done before I knew I would be able to finish the project.  And God told me through Simple Will to time out my recording project according to the steps he had provided for in the way people's donations and purchases came in.  There were times when my Simple Will thought "God, is it really going to come together?  Everything seems so iffy."  But God absolutely came through in awesome provision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have the "itch" to record again.  I've made more friends in the business, and musical talents that I would like to have record with me.  I have written more songs, and been given more opportunities to grow through past struggles.  My Simple Will, common sense mind says, "God did it before.  Go for it again."  But I don't feel that I have been released by the Specific Will of God to start yet.  But in the meantime, I am writing more songs, writing this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying out the paradigm described in the first chapter, I have this idea.  And I still don't have money to pay for it, so I am at God's mercy for fulfilling it.  I can either save the money myself, make it with extra guitar lessons, get donations again, take out a loan....whatever.  Nothing in here is unscriptural.  But 1 Chronicles 28:9-10 tells me that God is weighing my motives.  Why do I want to record?  What do I want to do with the recording?  The first one didn't become the big launching platform I had hoped for.  Now I don't want to be launched anywhere.  I just don't want to forget my own music.  And I just like the process of getting into the studio.  So I don't feel like I've got any ulterior motives.  I just want to play music.  So I am going to move in that direction.  And if God doesn't want it to be completed, He will stop me.  That's how this plays out, if my 3D decision-making paradigm is followed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kind of a weird place to end a chapter, but I can't think of anything else I want to say right now on the subject, so....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30646902-8098787431039492221?l=joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/feeds/8098787431039492221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30646902&amp;postID=8098787431039492221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/8098787431039492221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/8098787431039492221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/2007/05/gods-will-chapter-3.html' title='God&apos;s Will - Chapter 3'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752212585163224930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/3291/1600/jomiley_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30646902.post-5240991658186218613</id><published>2007-05-15T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T14:41:59.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Will - Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>Simple Will is problematic for one reason - Common sense isn't "common" anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our judgment calls will be influenced by our circumstances and cultural norms.  The only problem with that is - what if your culture is going to hell in a handbasket?  This was the case of folks in places like Sodom and Gamorrah, or in Noah's day and age.  It made sense to act in a certain way because "everyone else is doing it".  So the funny illustration before about what to wear in the morning can take on a very different personality depending upon the culture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in Mississippi means dealing with intense heat, and dressing appropriately.  I wear shorts to go to the mall, to eat out, even to church on Wednesday nights.  But while on a mission trip to Venezuela, we were instructed not to wear anything that didn't cover the knees.  Showing too much leg would be a sign of ill repute.  On the other hand - there was no limit to how tight or low cut a top could be, at least when judging by the apparel we saw out in the communities.  They had their markers of what was appropriate and what was not, and they were completely different from ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul wrote to the Corinthians that God makes a habit of confounding the wisest people by the simplest means.  Meaning - sometimes things just don't make sense in God's economy.  He can act, and usually does, contrary to our culture, our worldviews, and our interpretations of circumstances and events.  When making a decision, scriptural principles must always take precedence over cultural norms.  Going back to the case of how to dress, scripture instructs us to be modest - both in the cut and the quality of our clothing.  We are also to be sensitive to how our behaviors edify others or cause them to stumble.  And scripture tells us to clothe ourselves in some specific spiritual garments which are of more value than the physical - humility, the armor of our salvation, purity and righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Lawrence, as he has been immortalized in the devotional classic, "The Practice of the Presence of God", was a wonderful example of someone who thoroughly integrated his spiritual life into the everyday exercises of his natural life.  And this is because he saw even natural daily activities as opportunities for spiritual reflection and growth.  It should be natural for a Child of God to consider His instructions in making everyday decisions.  Oswald Chambers has said, "Just as you cannot take a day off morally and still be a moral person, so you cannot take a day off spiritually and be a spiritual person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple Will does not stand alone as a decision making paradigm if you are a Christian.  The reason for this is inside of us.  The Holy Spirit guides us in ways we do not see, calling to mind scriptural principles [The Scriptural Will] that play into how we interpret daily tasks and events, and how we perform them.  And this is important.  Apart from the Spirit's intercession and interruptions, we will not know God's Specific Will for a situation, should He need us to act in a particular way.  But in daily walking with God in wisdom and all truth, we will be better prepared to hear a still, small voice, to react to a closed or opened door, or to take a leap of faith that exceeds our human wisdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30646902-5240991658186218613?l=joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/feeds/5240991658186218613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30646902&amp;postID=5240991658186218613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/5240991658186218613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/5240991658186218613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/2007/05/gods-will-chapter-2.html' title='God&apos;s Will - Chapter 2'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752212585163224930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/3291/1600/jomiley_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30646902.post-7762297932021084007</id><published>2007-05-14T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T14:30:44.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Will'/><title type='text'>God's Will - Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUNdaxrok/RkjU0nbSZ_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/n379DOfMnn0/s1600-h/Gods+will.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUNdaxrok/RkjU0nbSZ_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/n379DOfMnn0/s320/Gods+will.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064531781379844082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been talking about this subject and teaching students these principles about knowing and doing the will of God for the past ten years.  Let's get it on "paper" (e.g. the computer screen) and see if it actually holds water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, when making a decision, we will pray to know "God's will", a mysterious and direct revelation of some sort that makes the way crystalline.  A revelation frequently accompanied by well-timed events, billboards, flocks of bird, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you read through the book of Acts, of Paul's missionary journeys, only occasionally were his travel plans so well laid out - for instance, the Macedonian call.  Other times, Paul would journey somewhere and find a closed door.  Did this mean he had misinterpretted the direction of the wind that drove his ship?  (Like when it was driven against rocks?)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what experience and the study of scripture [rant: which do not ever need to be divorced from one another: end rant] have revealed to me.  I see God moving in and around us in these three ways to direct us in certain paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Specific Will of God - Macedonian calls, dreams and visions, nearly audible discernment of the Spirit's leadership through prayer, usual or unusual lining up of circumstances or provisions for the fulfillment of a pending decision, fleece, open and shut doors.  Sometimes, when it suits Him and we'd otherwise miss the way, God gives very clear direction about certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Scriptural Will of God - "Hate what is evil, cling to what is good."   "Love the Lord.  Love your neighbor."  Great Commission.  Ten Commandments.  God sometimes reveals His will through His word.  Situations may call for a discernment of biblical principles to know whether it is wise or profitable to act or choose in a certain way.  Through the application of scripture, these choices can be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Simple Will of God - Some decisions are "no brainers".  If it's cold outside, wear a jacket.  No one ever stands in front of the closet and says, "O God, because Thou hast seen this day before the foundations of the earth were laid, reveal to me Thy will concerning my clothing.  Make the selection Thou hast chosen leap forth from the closet and adhere itself to my body that I might walk in accordance with Thy will."  God has given us common sense.  And James 1 also says that we are to ask God for wisdom.  Believing that the prayer for wisdom has been answered, and knowing that no scriptural principle or specific direction will be violated, some decisions are just a case of making sound judgment calls.  This is the realm in which the whole world - believer and nonbeliever - operates daily.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where most believers get tied up is in knowing what kind of Will a certain decision calls for.  Marriage?  College?  Major?  Job?  Mission?  We get to certain crises of faith and "wigg out", not knowing how to make a decision.  We want to have the answer revealed Specifically, rather than taking the time or operating the faith it takes to make our own, or operate our own spiritual giftedness of discernment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my suggestion, which has never steered me wrong thus far.  Having listed your options, check the scriptures to rule out what you can, pray for wisdom and use common sense to sort through what's left.  Determine to act in a certain way, and if God has not revealed any variation to your decision, ask Him to bless you, and ACT.  If it's in a direction He does not want you to take, He'll shut the door, as He did at various times for the disciples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30646902-7762297932021084007?l=joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/feeds/7762297932021084007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30646902&amp;postID=7762297932021084007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/7762297932021084007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/7762297932021084007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/2007/05/gods-will-chapter-1.html' title='God&apos;s Will - Chapter 1'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752212585163224930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/3291/1600/jomiley_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUNdaxrok/RkjU0nbSZ_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/n379DOfMnn0/s72-c/Gods+will.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30646902.post-8033799081052637379</id><published>2007-04-18T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T10:46:23.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons learned in time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUNdaxrok/RiZY_aKZMeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w4U18AI65NM/s1600-h/clocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUNdaxrok/RiZY_aKZMeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w4U18AI65NM/s320/clocks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054825478147879394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess since my blog hits have doubled in the past two weeks - due to a common friend in ministry, and his health update blog - I better get back in the swing of blogging....not that I ever really gave it a fair shake.  It kinda sums up most of my hobbies and resolutions made and started in the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of - here's what has gone on of note since the last blog.&lt;br /&gt;We moved to Mississippi.  Back to the hometown.  Taking care of mom and dad in their advanced age continues to be a blessing.  New jobs and ministries are fun and flourishing.  I feel like that previous July post about "just over them mountains" realized itself in this move.  We crossed one major bridge in our life, and one more at (hopefully) the near future remains to be crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I am speaking of the infertility roller coaster.  We began seeing a reproductive endocrinologist who gave me the same medication (just a more nauseating and life-interrupting dosage of it) and the same advice - relax, and try to lose some weight.  Ain't THAT an oxy, and isn't she a MORON?  How do the two go together?  Still working on that part.  The result of all the tests, though, was about what I expected.  No good reason why we shouldn't be able to conceive.  Like everybody has said, "When God's ready..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my study, I came across this verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I form the light and create darkness, I bring prosperity and create disaster; I, the Lord, do all these things."  Isaiah 45:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...which is especially poignant in my circumstances as I consider the context [Rant: ALWAYS look at the context: end RANT] that God was speaking to Cyrus, king of Persia who would restore the Israelites to Jerusalem following their Babylonean captivity, saying all this through Isaiah - get this - ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY YEARS before Cyrus was even BORN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That whole Hallmark-ized sentiment of "When God's ready..." began to take on a totally more important and spiritual connotation.  There really is a purpose in all this.  God really is sovereign.  The children I have [if any - I can say that now without grieving for a couple of days at a time] will be exactly the people, the threads of precise weight and color, that he needs to weave into the tapestry of his designed history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...So there you have it.  I'm a Baptist with Reformed Prebyterian leanings, working for a Methodist ministry.  But I feel more clear about everything going on because of a renewed confidence in the complete sovereignty of a God who could use a pagan king to carry out history-changing events that would bring us a Savior, who would issue a commission that would penetrate the heart of a family, who would give birth to a daughter, who would be raised to love the Scriptures that tell the story of a God who....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love Jesus?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30646902-8033799081052637379?l=joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/feeds/8033799081052637379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30646902&amp;postID=8033799081052637379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/8033799081052637379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/8033799081052637379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/2007/04/lessons-learned-in-time.html' title='Lessons learned in time'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752212585163224930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/3291/1600/jomiley_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUNdaxrok/RiZY_aKZMeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w4U18AI65NM/s72-c/clocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30646902.post-115627275849234832</id><published>2006-08-22T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T11:52:38.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's bugging you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/3291/1600/bugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/3291/320/bugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm paralyzed lately by this crazy need to make an itinerary before I do anything. In school, before I studied, I had to have my room clean. And before going on a trip, I have always made a list of the clothes I might want to take. But I mean, lately, it's been borderline obsessive-compulsive. I make schedules for the day in ten minute increments. I make a menu of what I will eat for the day and how each meal breaks down in servings of protein, carbs, dairy, etc. I flip to my day planner every few minutes or so as though I'm about to miss some important meeting or task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read that people deal with interruptions in their lives in one of three ways: they super-organize; they let things lapse and get really chaotic and messy; they roll with it without getting too flustered. Guess which one I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the list making, which is supposed to keep me on task and aware of things I should be doing, is actually getting in the way of my productivity. I curl up behind some scrap piece of paper and dream of how the day ought to go. I make budgets for our home expenditures on a daily basis because there's always something we forgot to account for, or something that costs more than we expected, or I was too optimistic in how we'd spend our gas money. (Ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you do? How do you cope with the unexpected? I don't really live according to my schedule or budget. But I am compelled to keep making them. Why!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just something that's bugging me lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30646902-115627275849234832?l=joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/feeds/115627275849234832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30646902&amp;postID=115627275849234832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/115627275849234832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/115627275849234832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/2006/08/whats-bugging-you.html' title='What&apos;s bugging you?'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752212585163224930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/3291/1600/jomiley_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30646902.post-115483485746527679</id><published>2006-08-05T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T20:27:37.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs in the stillness. . .</title><content type='html'>I didn't have the time, but I took the time this week to "Be still and know that [He] is God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fully aware that there is more to this verse, about God making Himself known among the nations.  I'm not so vain or ingnorant to read the Bible like a high school yearbook - only interested in the pages that make me look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I regularly read through a book of the Bible.  But on this particular morning, I was drawn away.  My favorite verse has always been Psalm 63:3.  "Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you."  My friend Dawn (pickinguppebbles.blogspot.com) and I used to sing in a traveling ensemble.  And our prayer before performances was, "Lord, if we start singing for our own glory and forget about yours, make us mute."  Funny how He answered that prayer sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning was a day for being mute, just listening to what God the Father had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten that kicked in the gut feeling again.  (cf "The Positive Negative")  I'm now at 60 days and counting in this cycle.  Other than on my birthday, I haven't really let myself "feel" all the disappointment this long wait and the negative pregnancy test results mean for me.  I guess that's why I felt like being quiet.  But in that stillness, God spoke.  I wrote in my journal as fast as I heard.  It's kind of a weird thing.  I'm not thinking up the words.  But they come.  And because I don't believe life happens in a vacuum, you may need to hear the words He said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Joanna, look at these blank pages flipping under the breath of the fan.  To you they are unwritten.  And yet, when I delay in answering your prayer for a child, you presume to fill in the lines with a disappointing story.  But you don't know the ending.  It is, from your perspective, unwritten.  Haven't you sung the words - &lt;strong&gt;"I knew you before you were born.  And your days are in my hands.  And a future you cannot conceive.  Don't be anxious.  Just believe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."  &lt;em&gt;Am I not that same God, the same Father who knows your times and seasons, who sees when you sit and rise?  Where can you go from my Spirit? Where can you flee that my hand can't find you? Believe." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[to what my rediculous response was - believe what?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In me! Trust me! Children are a gift from the Lord.  There are a million little complicated things that must happen for a child to be conceived."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[But what about unwed mothers and teens who don't want or need to have a child...but you give them one anyway... (translation- that's unfair!)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What did I tell Peter about John &lt;/em&gt;[see John 21]&lt;em&gt; - Let me worry about what I'm doing and why.  Your job is to trust.  Abraham believed God and it was credited to him as righteousness.  Do the good you know you ought to do. &lt;/em&gt;[That means preparing physically, financially, spiritually, and mentally for bearing and rearing a child.]&lt;em&gt; That's part of the believing.  It's faith.  And it's the wisdom you've also prayed for."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that prayer, I worshipped and prayed and claimed the following scripture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May God be gracious to us and bless us;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look on us with favor, so that Your way may be known on earth,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your salvation among the nations. . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The earth has produced its harvest;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, our God, blesses us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God will bless us, and all the ends of the earth will fear Him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 67: 1-2, 6-7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God bless all of you who are walking on this path with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For more, listen to the song &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Just Believe"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.cdbaby.com"&gt;www.cdbaby.com&lt;/a&gt; (Artist Search, Joanna Miley)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30646902-115483485746527679?l=joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/feeds/115483485746527679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30646902&amp;postID=115483485746527679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/115483485746527679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/115483485746527679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/2006/08/songs-in-stillness.html' title='Songs in the stillness. . .'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752212585163224930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/3291/1600/jomiley_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30646902.post-115369339833119642</id><published>2006-07-23T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:23:18.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/3291/1600/scan0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/3291/320/scan0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share this day of birth with a few friends.  One of them is turning 16.  I'm turning 30.  I wrote this in her birthday card, and wanted to save it and share it with the rest of the beautiful women in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young women are like flowers,&lt;br /&gt;Adorned by God with beauty and strength.&lt;br /&gt;They need roots to ground them during life's strong winds,&lt;br /&gt;To give them life during depressing drought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you go throug life,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever ups and downs God has planned for you,&lt;br /&gt;May you at once feel your roots grow stronger,&lt;br /&gt;Deeper,&lt;br /&gt;As your beautiful face turns up toward heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30646902-115369339833119642?l=joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/feeds/115369339833119642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30646902&amp;postID=115369339833119642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/115369339833119642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/115369339833119642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752212585163224930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/3291/1600/jomiley_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30646902.post-115280558463371137</id><published>2006-07-13T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T08:46:24.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill the Jars with Water</title><content type='html'>I'm journaling this for my own sake. But you may benefit from it as well. I'm trying to capture the ideas as fast as they are coming to me, so this isn't going to be very fluid or verbose. I just don't want to miss what God is saying to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;John 2:1-11.&lt;br /&gt;The place - A wedding reception that is about to end prematurely because there is no more wine.&lt;br /&gt;The people - Mary, Jesus, servants, master of the banquet&lt;br /&gt;Mary remarks to Jesus about the state of the reception. She then tells the servants to be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus tells the servants to fill six stone jars with 30 gallons of water each. That's 180 gallons! Heavy! Tedious! How far do they have to walk to get the water? How many of them are there to carry the jars? Why doesn't Jesus make it easy on them and materialize the wine without them having to haul anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pascal calls it the dignity of causality. God ALLOWS us to take part in His miracles. He doesn't need our assistance, but He delights to delegate responsibility to us so we can take active part in something He is doing. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is powerful to me because I am at a dried up wedding in my life right now. My church, by whom I am employed, is struggling to survive. I want to leave the wedding and find a more fun place to hang out! But God has given me the responsibility, NAY, the privelege of filling jars of water. I don't know how long it is going to take. But I know the end result will be a miracle of fullness, joy, and provision. What will I do - leave the wedding? Or fill the jars with water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Helen and Peter Lee, Ministers at Korean First Baptist Church of Dallas for this word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30646902-115280558463371137?l=joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/feeds/115280558463371137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30646902&amp;postID=115280558463371137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/115280558463371137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/115280558463371137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/2006/07/fill-jars-with-water_13.html' title='Fill the Jars with Water'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752212585163224930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/3291/1600/jomiley_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30646902.post-115230208718821703</id><published>2006-07-07T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T12:58:22.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have horse, will travel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/3291/1600/FRICE068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/3291/320/FRICE068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My husband loves "pioneer" movies. We recently got roped into the TV mini-series, "Broken Trail" - mostly because we love Robert Duvall as an actor. &lt;p&gt;Have you ever noticed how the frontier men and women always have the same seemingly insurmountable odds ahead of them? Mountains, rivers, restless natives, misappropriated food rationing, and the occasional horse theif. Whatever their destination, it is always, "Just on the other side of those mountains, boys!" And somewhere along the way up the face, the wagon wheel busts. Some poor sap with a broken leg is always pulled on a stretcher behind a sure-footed horse. But being the hardy pioneers that they are, the motley crew manages by sheer grit to crest the mountain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some days, I don't have enough grit to walk around the den to find a misplaced remote control. After watching that movie, I laid in bed with my husband and said, "We need to own up to something right now: We are lazy people." But I am just getting to the point that I'm tired of being on the wrong side of the mountain. I want more accomplishment in my life. I want to be at a healthy weight. I want to have a baby. I want to have control over my finances. I want to have more time with my family. I want to be able to provide and care for my aging parents. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are your mountains? I'll bring the wagon. You bring the horse. We'll cross them together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30646902-115230208718821703?l=joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/feeds/115230208718821703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30646902&amp;postID=115230208718821703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/115230208718821703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/115230208718821703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/2006/07/have-horse-will-travel.html' title='Have horse, will travel.'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752212585163224930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/3291/1600/jomiley_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30646902.post-115224217876685241</id><published>2006-07-06T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T20:16:18.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Count...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/3291/320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;James 1:2 says to "count it all joy when you face trials of many kinds." I'm not very good at that. So, I've been doing some studying. My goal was to learn how to psyche myself into "feeling" joyful when circumstances dictated otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I've learned: in the Greek, the word translated "count" means to evaluate - to consider the value. The value of what - joy? Nope! The value of trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are trials valuable? Keep reading - "Know that the testing of your faith produces endurance." Is endurance valuable? Duh. Yes. "Endurance must do its complete work, so that you may be mature and complete, lacking nothing." Is maturity valuable? Yes, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently heard a seminary professor ask the question: What's the difference between trials and temptations? He didn't have the answer, or at least he didn't share it with us. But I think the answer to that is this - Trials do not conflict with the character of God. Rather, they are His tools, meant to draw us closer to Him. What we do with the tools reveals how far we have to go on the maturity-meter. Temptations are in direct contrast with the character of God. They are Satan's tools, meant to draw us away from the Father. But like trials, what we do with them reveals how far we have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong. When Hurricane Rita landed on our doorstep at the same time that our pastor moved and left me as the "Lone Ranger" on staff at my church, I didn't walk around in a joyful haze muttering, "Maturity is valuable. Maturity is valuable, " while I did damage assessment and disaster relief with our congregation. I cried, as usual, and asked God why He saw fit to leave little ol' me around to handle the ensuing months of recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No answer to that yet. Do I "feel" more joyful? No. But I have endured. And I have learned something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity is valuable. Maturity is valuable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30646902-115224217876685241?l=joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/feeds/115224217876685241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30646902&amp;postID=115224217876685241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/115224217876685241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/115224217876685241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/2006/07/count.html' title='Count...'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752212585163224930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/3291/1600/jomiley_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30646902.post-115215602868669163</id><published>2006-07-05T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T10:51:27.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/3291/1600/File%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/3291/400/File%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite places to be:&lt;br /&gt;       In a rainstorm, preferably with lots of thunder and lightening&lt;br /&gt;       Knee-deep in wildflowers&lt;br /&gt;       Kicking up fallen leaves&lt;br /&gt;       Walking a path under a canopy of trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desecrated a perfectly good desk calendar to make this.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30646902-115215602868669163?l=joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/feeds/115215602868669163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30646902&amp;postID=115215602868669163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/115215602868669163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/115215602868669163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-was-bored.html' title='I Was Bored'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752212585163224930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/3291/1600/jomiley_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30646902.post-115203748813148405</id><published>2006-07-04T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T11:24:48.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Positive Negative</title><content type='html'>Mayhem -&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I have been trying to get pregnant for about three years now.  I must have spent a few hundred dollars on pregnancy tests.  My body hasn't been very "predictable" since I quit taking birth control three years ago, so I have to keep testing before I take different medications and do things to correct this unpredictable behavior.  And while I know the result I'm about to get will most likely be a negative one, and I prepare myself for that result, I still feel like I got kicked in the gut when the control line pops up and the positive result never appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got kicked in the gut again last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I laid down to sleep, praying and crying - mostly crying - and tried to have faith to see the bigger picture.  I've been doing this for three years also.  For the first year, it was a good thing I wasn't pregnant because I didn't have insurance.  I worked at a private school, and it wasn't provided for me.  Then the second year, we moved while my husband was completing school and we were living off of my income-which wouldn't have been enough, but I was trusting that God would provide by the time a baby came.  But this year - this was supposed to be the time.  I wanted to be pregnant before I turned thirty, which will happen in about three weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can usually be a lemons to lemonade kinda girl.  But too much lemonade will still rot your teeth and burn your stomach.  There are still positive reasons why God might be waiting to bless us with a child.  My husband is ready to go further in graduate school, which means another job or life change for us.  We will have time to prepare financially.  And I can take some big steps to get my body ready to house a baby.  Let's face it.  I'm not in great shape, and I whine about it more than I do anything constructive about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, won't somebody please cut down the lemon tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music -&lt;br /&gt;"Blessed be Your name in the land that is plentiful, where your streams of abundance flow.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name. &lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name when I'm found in the desert place, when I walk in the wilderness.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name." - Matt Redman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30646902-115203748813148405?l=joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/feeds/115203748813148405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30646902&amp;postID=115203748813148405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/115203748813148405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/115203748813148405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/2006/07/positive-negative.html' title='The Positive Negative'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752212585163224930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/3291/1600/jomiley_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30646902.post-115202896733845953</id><published>2006-07-04T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T09:02:47.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>"Rain on a Tin Roof" comes from the lyrics of a song I wrote at the end of a distressed time in my life.  The song, "Even So", comes from Habakkuk 3.  It's a declaration of faith in God despite difficult circumstances.  It seems I'm never lacking in those types of circumstances.  But occasionally, I am lacking in the faith it takes to walk through them.  That's where the rain comes in.  Rain on a tin roof is a paradox of music and mayhem-the same kind of music and mayhem you get when you're trying to worship but tears keep choking off the song.  And you wonder if God has seen you, has heard you, still loves you.  And from somewhere in the recesses of your spirit, you wimper, "Even so, my heart will rejoice in the Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sometimes, I'll write like I've got it all together-and sometimes like it's all falling apart.  But always with a little music and mayhem.  And maybe through reflection on life and the word of God, and maybe through your comments and encouragements, our wimpers will turn into shouts of rejoicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework: Go read Habakkuk 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Fun: Go to &lt;a href="http://www.cdbaby.com"&gt;www.cdbaby.com&lt;/a&gt; and artist search for Joanna Miley "The Way I Know You Now" to hear the song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30646902-115202896733845953?l=joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/feeds/115202896733845953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30646902&amp;postID=115202896733845953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/115202896733845953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30646902/posts/default/115202896733845953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanna-tinroof.blogspot.com/2006/07/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752212585163224930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/3291/1600/jomiley_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
