<?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-5418099340659880182</id><updated>2011-08-05T23:00:48.685+02:00</updated><category term='bikes'/><category term='gay'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='lonely'/><category term='clown'/><category term='books'/><category term='humour'/><category term='me myself and I'/><category term='wow'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='photos'/><category term='devotions'/><category term='time'/><category term='life'/><category term='sex'/><category term='5 things'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='the shack'/><category term='jobs'/><category term='depro'/><category term='lesbian'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='love'/><category term='hearing God&apos;s voice'/><category term='mission trip'/><category term='tsitsikamma'/><category term='mozambique'/><category term='wildlife'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Matthew 6  : 25 - 34</title><subtitle type='html'>"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? (Matthew 6:25-26).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-9166319271934181428</id><published>2010-01-15T22:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:17:00.849+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Church and the People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/S1DM-5wBqVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/g0uuvtUXnBY/s1600-h/hoop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/S1DM-5wBqVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/g0uuvtUXnBY/s320/hoop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is time that I voice some thoughts that have been floating in my mind for a while now. Whilst &lt;a href="http://www.granville.co.za/"&gt;Steven&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://carpenters-shoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenny's&lt;/a&gt; posts about same sex relationships and Eclessia de Lange's disciplinary hearing were the triggers for this post , it is not about Eclessia or the church and same sex relationships that I want to comment. Well , not directly anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stated on my facebook status earlier today I have often wondered who made the church to be judge , jury and executioner ? Why is it that the church (I am speaking about the broader church and not a local congregation) thinks that it is it's job to judge and condemn people. Why is it that the church thinks that it is it's job to decide what is right and wrong and is acceptable for a child of God to do or not ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my surfing of the web and the blogs I have come across many people who are Christians. With similar values as myself. People who have good solid relationships with God. But who do not go to church. The churches are leaking members like a sieve . Because instead of being a place where grace and mercy is revealed and preached to all, the church has set itself up as watch dog and policeman over its members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that in so many cases the church weighs up 'grace' against 'law' ? Why is grace and law posed as polar opposites ? I thought that God's grace , through Jesus Christ has come to fulfill the law. Not to stand against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Matthew 12:7 says :"&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-23497"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;If you had known what these words mean, 'I desire mercy, not sacrifice,&lt;sup class="footnote" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-23497b&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote b&amp;quot;&amp;gt;b&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]"&gt;'&lt;/sup&gt; you would not have condemned the innocent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wonder if the church realizes that more and more people are getting disillusioned with the church and leaving.&amp;nbsp; Please note: They are getting disillusioned with the church - not God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we as a church one day going to stand guilty before God because we set up rules and regulations for people to follow instead of setting examples of how to live as Christians in a sinful world ? Are we going to stand guilty because we made people jump through all kinds off hoops before we allowed them into God's grace ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we going to stand guilty because as a church we said things like : "We can not baptize a child born to a single mother."&lt;br /&gt;" God can not love gay people - first repent and become straight - then God will love you"&lt;br /&gt;" We can not bury this member of your family because his/her tithes are not paid up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard all of the above examples from churches that I have had dealings with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church has appointed itself as the guardian over morals and values and right and wrong , instead of doing what it was called to do. To proclaim God's Love , and Grace and Mercy to ALL sinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But , I guess it is easier to lay down rules and regulations and to create religious hoops for people to jump through than it is to live a daily example of Godly Love and Grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-9166319271934181428?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/9166319271934181428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=9166319271934181428&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/9166319271934181428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/9166319271934181428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2010/01/church-and-people.html' title='The Church and the People'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/S1DM-5wBqVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/g0uuvtUXnBY/s72-c/hoop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-7742622435874126655</id><published>2010-01-12T20:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:32:23.379+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still here</title><content type='html'>More than a month since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really do not have much to say. I saw my son over the holidays and it was very nice. Got to spend some really nice time with him. Apart from that , every thing else is pretty mundane and same old , same old. I am still alive.&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/__ehHZG7pjFY/S0y__0E1F9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/omUpOWAl8qo/s1600-h/IMG_9947_resize.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/S0y__0E1F9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/omUpOWAl8qo/s640/IMG_9947_resize.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/S0zABK6vyVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dtnrOJNHRC4/s1600-h/IMG_9953_resize.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/S0zABK6vyVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dtnrOJNHRC4/s320/IMG_9953_resize.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5418099340659880182-7742622435874126655?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/7742622435874126655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=7742622435874126655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/7742622435874126655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/7742622435874126655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-still-here.html' title='I am still here'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/S0y__0E1F9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/omUpOWAl8qo/s72-c/IMG_9947_resize.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-4579506823226889021</id><published>2009-12-07T18:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:31:08.154+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not , but I am still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do however not have much to say. Waiting for the year to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think of it. I have one comment to make about the last while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I attended a Carrols by candlelight service. I must say , I was&amp;nbsp; actually looking forward to going and singing some Christmas Carrols .&amp;nbsp; I was really disappointed. Now firstly , the difference between a concert and leading worship is that I believe that during worship people must be able to hear themselves sing. At last night's service the music was overpoweringly loud. Those who know me will know that&amp;nbsp; I have a very strong voice , but last night , no matter what I did the music as too loud to hear myself. And I sat in the last row !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that really got to me was the fact that the worship team thought that the best way for everything to fit into the allotted time frame was for them to sing really really FAST! Which meant that we sang songs like 'Hark the Herald angels sing' at double time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message from the minister was good and to the point , but some of the other 'items' in last nights program left much to be desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point , I am not prepared to go to next years event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-4579506823226889021?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/4579506823226889021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=4579506823226889021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/4579506823226889021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/4579506823226889021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/12/still-alive.html' title='Still alive'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-1709838261567054138</id><published>2009-11-16T19:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:32:51.322+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SwGMp9840bI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vHjJPt-nu6c/s1600/birthday_cake1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SwGMp9840bI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vHjJPt-nu6c/s400/birthday_cake1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In a couple of days I will be &lt;strike&gt;having passing suffering surviving &lt;/strike&gt;come face to face with my birthday. And whilst I am generally quite happy and content with my life at the moment , I can not help feeling a little depressed when I think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see , in a couple of days I turn 33. And compared to other 33 year old people I know , I have very little to show for my 33 years on earth. And 'yes' I know , I shouldn't compare my life to that of others, and normally I couldn't give a rats arse. But just sometimes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so knowing what I do , I have to answer two questions for myself :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would I have still married Alet ?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would I have made the same financial decisions ?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;No. 'Cause maybe , if I made better financial decisions both me and Alet (and by implication - my son) would have been in a better place to continue our lives after the divorce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do for now , is try to make better decisions and hope that some day things will work out ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe,&amp;nbsp; until that 'someday' , I can ignore birthdays and just let them go by quietly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-1709838261567054138?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/1709838261567054138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=1709838261567054138&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/1709838261567054138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/1709838261567054138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SwGMp9840bI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vHjJPt-nu6c/s72-c/birthday_cake1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-8311828205146234770</id><published>2009-11-14T09:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T09:45:02.180+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>A girl in my room</title><content type='html'>Last night , as I walked into my room , I found a very sexy girlie in my room. She had very nice long legs (although she could have shaved them a bit) , and a real curvy body. So , I asked her to stick around till morning so she can pose for some pics for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I took her outside and fired of some pics before graciously allowing her to take that sexy body elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I could learn on the net she is called a Rain spider, or sometimes a Wolf Spider.&amp;nbsp; Her bite is not deadly , but will make you sit up and take notice with some localized swelling and discomfort for a couple of days. She eats insects and even small geckos once in while.&amp;nbsp; In South Africa they are commonly known as Rain Spiders due to their tendency to seek shelter inside human dwellings before it rains. So , Maybe we are lucky an she came to announce a rainy spell for our dried out part of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics :&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/__ehHZG7pjFY/Sv5e5hMUy-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/8wudEqiO1g8/s1600-h/IMG_9876_resize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Sv5e5hMUy-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/8wudEqiO1g8/s640/IMG_9876_resize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/__ehHZG7pjFY/Sv5e7x8mMFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iycoeEwVvds/s1600/IMG_9879_resize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Sv5e7x8mMFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iycoeEwVvds/s640/IMG_9879_resize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Sv5e7x8mMFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iycoeEwVvds/s1600-h/IMG_9879_resize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&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/__ehHZG7pjFY/Sv5e_-KoF8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wM_Tg2zS2fg/s1600-h/IMG_9883cr_resize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Sv5e_-KoF8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wM_Tg2zS2fg/s640/IMG_9883cr_resize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Sv5e9WrH-1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/yoE5J-RREs0/s1600-h/IMG_9883_resize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Sv5e9WrH-1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/yoE5J-RREs0/s640/IMG_9883_resize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-8311828205146234770?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/8311828205146234770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=8311828205146234770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/8311828205146234770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/8311828205146234770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/11/girl-in-my-room.html' title='A girl in my room'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Sv5e5hMUy-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/8wudEqiO1g8/s72-c/IMG_9876_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-6164049072336922292</id><published>2009-11-07T22:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:46:25.183+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Close call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SvXXX4tDv8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/rL0dxCTfUHY/s1600-h/sards1_resize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SvXXX4tDv8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/rL0dxCTfUHY/s640/sards1_resize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This afternoon I developed a lot more respect for the ocean. Which , to be Honest, is just a polite way of saying that I very nearly drowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait , Let us start this story at a proper place. Like the begining for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was extremely hot and Humid here in Uitenhage and Myself Neville and Chris decided to go snorkeling at Sardinia bay this afternoon.&amp;nbsp; We got there around two and I went to stick my toes into the water . I must say , the water was &lt;strike&gt;piss&lt;/strike&gt; Very cold! But as Neville said , we did not go all the way there just to turn around , and so , like proper Gautengers we donned masks, flippers and snorkels and got going. After the initial shock of the cold water I started to enjoy the swim and suggested that we swim out to the reef (+- 280m from our starting point) . All went well until I found myself in the middle of a fairly strong rip current that made plans to take me out further than I had planned to go . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I panicked fought the current for a while , but all this managed to do was to make me real tired. While I was fighting the current 2 big waves crashed over me in succession and knocked my mask and snorkel of my head. Luckily I managed to catch them in time. Eventually I decided to start swimming to the right and to try and make it onto the rocks so I could get my breath and energy ( that was now severely depleted) back. I must be honest, I barely made it. If the current was a little stronger , or the rocks a little farther away , I would have had to post this blog from heaven. But , by the grace of God , I made it onto the rocks with only some small dings and scratches for my trouble. Unfortunately , by this time I was completely drained of all of my energy and I just could not see myself swimming the 250 meters back to shore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to God , I have a really great friend who deals with problems like a true McGyver. And so Neville got back into the water and swam to shore to go and fetch a boogie board. Then he and a stranger swam all the back to bring me the board , and then swam with me back to shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what have I learnt from all of this ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never underestimate the sea and its power&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never over estimate your own strength and fitness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is very easy to drown. Scarily easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not panic. I allowed myself to get panicked and spent a lot of energy fighting the current and the waves, where if I had stayed calm and continued to swim in a normal snorkel style I would have spent far less energy and reached the rocks with energy to spare.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not nearly as fit as I thought&amp;nbsp; - and I need to get more excersize on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have good friends who will go to great lengths to help me. Neville swam a bloody long distance to help me and Chris stuck with me all the time to make sure I am ok.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So , Thank you Father for Keeping me safe. Thank you for keeping my friends safe. Thank you for friends who are there when things go pear shaped. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-6164049072336922292?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/6164049072336922292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=6164049072336922292&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/6164049072336922292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/6164049072336922292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/11/close-call.html' title='Close call'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SvXXX4tDv8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/rL0dxCTfUHY/s72-c/sards1_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-3330324135135714516</id><published>2009-10-18T18:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:47:39.470+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To Boldly go again ..</title><content type='html'>Drove down Elandsriver road again. This time with Neville and Sandy. Stopped at Sand-rivier dam.&amp;nbsp; here are some pics from the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inside of what I suspect to be a filter station at Sandrivier dam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SttD5I1sVWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3Y59m1jJQBE/s1600-h/IMG_9792_resize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SttD5I1sVWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3Y59m1jJQBE/s640/IMG_9792_resize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SttDmDgzNjI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/d-CtCIU5zNQ/s1600-h/IMG_9799_resize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SttDmDgzNjI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/d-CtCIU5zNQ/s640/IMG_9799_resize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/__ehHZG7pjFY/SttDpHBHYhI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IFrrjCF9vWg/s1600-h/IMG_9802_resize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SttDpHBHYhI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IFrrjCF9vWg/s400/IMG_9802_resize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Sand river Dam wall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SttDsFbQM9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/jfrhnxekR20/s1600-h/IMG_9805_resize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SttDsFbQM9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/jfrhnxekR20/s640/IMG_9805_resize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Pump stattion at the sand rivier dam wall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SttDy3-l-VI/AAAAAAAAAIw/M38AHbgoG3c/s1600-h/IMG_9819_resize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SttDy3-l-VI/AAAAAAAAAIw/M38AHbgoG3c/s640/IMG_9819_resize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SttDwKnalwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8kc4NagSNL8/s1600-h/IMG_9815_resize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SttDwKnalwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8kc4NagSNL8/s400/IMG_9815_resize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;View from the dam wall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&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/__ehHZG7pjFY/SttD1KKn3DI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fNSy0Ateb1M/s1600-h/IMG_9822_resize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SttD1KKn3DI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fNSy0Ateb1M/s640/IMG_9822_resize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/__ehHZG7pjFY/SttD3gkE28I/AAAAAAAAAJA/fsIgvyY467g/s1600-h/IMG_9826_resize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SttD3gkE28I/AAAAAAAAAJA/fsIgvyY467g/s400/IMG_9826_resize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;One of the bickers on the road - on the way back from Baviaanskloof.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-3330324135135714516?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/3330324135135714516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=3330324135135714516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/3330324135135714516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/3330324135135714516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-boldly-go-again.html' title='To Boldly go again ..'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SttD5I1sVWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3Y59m1jJQBE/s72-c/IMG_9792_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-6973611955424011429</id><published>2009-10-11T13:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T13:27:28.996+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>To boldly go where I have'nt gone before</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/StG_AgPzNGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CVZ88HpIX1o/s1600-h/route.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/StG_AgPzNGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CVZ88HpIX1o/s400/route.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday morning I was on my way to go and take photos of the Van Stadens bridge from the flower reserve when I drove past 'Uncle Freddies' and the turn off to Elandsrivier. And having always wondered where the Elandsrivier road goes, I turned right and followd the road for what would turn out to be about a hundred kilometers of glorious views in the mist and rain.&lt;br /&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 had my Camera with me but in the end I took very view pictures. Mostly because of the rain and mist , but also because I realized that no photo will ever be able to do the scenery justice. I had a wonderful time and really enjoyed myself. In the afternoon I ended up at Paul and Helena where we had coffee before taking their dog , Milo, to Schoenmakerskop to go and play on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&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;I must admit that after this trip I have now used all of the petrol I had available for the rest of the month, but... it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&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;The only way the trip could have been better would have been if I could do it on a Honda Transalp or Africa Twin.&amp;nbsp; sigh......&lt;br /&gt;&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;Maybe one day.&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/StHAvxUxb9I/AAAAAAAAAH4/hb66spsVGe8/s1600-h/IMG_8013_resize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/StHAvxUxb9I/AAAAAAAAAH4/hb66spsVGe8/s400/IMG_8013_resize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/StHAzGRuMsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/WcxsS-n1jQs/s1600-h/IMG_8022_resize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/StHAzGRuMsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/WcxsS-n1jQs/s400/IMG_8022_resize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5418099340659880182-6973611955424011429?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/6973611955424011429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=6973611955424011429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/6973611955424011429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/6973611955424011429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-boldly-go-where-i-havent-gone-before.html' title='To boldly go where I have&apos;nt gone before'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/StG_AgPzNGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CVZ88HpIX1o/s72-c/route.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-4654738648527286837</id><published>2009-10-05T18:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:56:09.854+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>This weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SsokKwJn7jI/AAAAAAAAAHo/kjLkYF_SYZE/s1600-h/vanstadensbridge_resize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SsokKwJn7jI/AAAAAAAAAHo/kjLkYF_SYZE/s400/vanstadensbridge_resize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This Sunday afternoon I had lunch with Paul and Helena. We had a lovely time and had fantastic Lamb that Paul grilled on a rottesserie on his braai and Potatoes , rice , vegies and pudding that Helena prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time with them. After lunch Paul took us for a drive and we ended up at the Van Stadens river Flower Reserve. I did not have my camera with me and had to take this pic with my cell phone. But I promised myself that I will go back soon and go and take some proper pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-4654738648527286837?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/4654738648527286837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=4654738648527286837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/4654738648527286837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/4654738648527286837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SsokKwJn7jI/AAAAAAAAAHo/kjLkYF_SYZE/s72-c/vanstadensbridge_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-6802683613430477428</id><published>2009-10-01T21:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:10:22.251+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SsT-gvb6QHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/U65GGjnYR4E/s1600-h/30092009094_resize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SsT-gvb6QHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/U65GGjnYR4E/s320/30092009094_resize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a word ?! One of those words that have so many meanings. A word that evokes so many responses and emotions. And a word that I feel the need to blog about. The problem is that I run the risk of hurting people that are close and important to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us get past the disclaimer first.  This post is not intended to hurt or to make anyone feel guilty or worried. This post is there purely to enable me to work through some thoughts and maybe help people understand what is going on in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok , so let me dive right in. I have been married for 10 years. And at the beginning of the year me and Alet got divorced. But while we were married I really loved Alet. In fact, I loved her so much that I often feared that God would take her away from me because I loved her too much. Now, whether I actually managed to convey my love to her in a manner that she could understand , believe and accept, that I am not sure of. But the fact remains that I loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then , one day , we got divorced.&amp;nbsp; And now , I find myself with questions when it comes to loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I love her too much ? Did God take her away becuase I loved her too much ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the answer to the above questions is 'No', then I have other questions: Will I be able to ever love another person like I loved her? Will God allow me to love someone else like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have to be honest , then I need to admit that , at the moment, I am scared to love again. While I long for companionship and love and intimacy , I am scared to love again. Or pursue love again.&amp;nbsp; But I guess that time heals all wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will hang in there.. And maybe one day&amp;nbsp; I will have answers to my questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-6802683613430477428?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/6802683613430477428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=6802683613430477428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/6802683613430477428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/6802683613430477428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/10/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SsT-gvb6QHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/U65GGjnYR4E/s72-c/30092009094_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-2016885164212180889</id><published>2009-09-29T19:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:23:11.943+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>OK. Some time has passed since my last blog. And while I am brewing and chewing on some new blog posts I have not got any thing really significant to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a very nice long weekend with Christelle who came visit all the way from Bloemfontein. I am very proud of her for having the guts to drive all the way here and back alone. Especially since this was her first solo long trip. Also proud of her for making the choice to move out of her mother's house and into her own little place. I think that is something that should have happened a very long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was thrown in the deep end when I was tasked with training the new endurance drivers at work. I think that things went ok and that they learned as much as I could teach them in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been chewing on two blogs that may or may not actually see the light of blogspace. Will see how that turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christelle has given me a book to read called 'Conversations with God' by N.D.Walsch.&amp;nbsp; I found it quite surprising to see how quickly my 'spirit' rebelled against what I was reading. About 3 pages into the book I was uncomfortable with the thoughts and 'theology' behind the book.&amp;nbsp; The further I read , the more I became convinced that Mr. Walsch was a) not a Christian and b) had the cat by the tail. A lot of what he writes centers around the teachings of the New Age movement.&amp;nbsp; I went to the trouble of google-ing the book and came across a couple of christian websites who had the info I needed. I am afraid that I will not be reading the book any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel slightly guilty , actually, as this is second book that poor Christelle gave me to read that I did not agree with. (the other one , a book by Joel Osteen. Seems my Theology and Joel's does not agree either.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... that is my life in a nutshell at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-2016885164212180889?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/2016885164212180889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=2016885164212180889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2016885164212180889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2016885164212180889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-6920396365643677504</id><published>2009-09-17T19:41:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:11:40.565+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Sunrise 17/09/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SrJ08i7UzII/AAAAAAAAAHY/hUor8B0V91o/s1600-h/IMG_7931ed_resize.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="289" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382493088177769602" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SrJ08i7UzII/AAAAAAAAAHY/hUor8B0V91o/s400/IMG_7931ed_resize.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Father for another day. One more day to live and learn.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for a sunrise. Thank you for the glow of light breaking through the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you that Winter turns to Spring. And Spring to Summer.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you that Seasons change, and hearts heal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-6920396365643677504?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/6920396365643677504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=6920396365643677504&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/6920396365643677504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/6920396365643677504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunrise-17092009.html' title='Sunrise 17/09/2009'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SrJ08i7UzII/AAAAAAAAAHY/hUor8B0V91o/s72-c/IMG_7931ed_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-2053539174532942292</id><published>2009-09-05T08:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T08:59:10.716+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>Crowned Plover Chicks</title><content type='html'>I went to the VW test track on Thursday with Neville to go and take some photographs of the recently hatched crowned plover chicks.  For Afrikaans speaking people - a Plover is a "Kiewiet" in Afrikaans. A name I am sure they received from the sound they make when frightened or in flight .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SqIL9KYzQDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/w4Qtaj6EafU/s1600-h/IMG_7833_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SqIL9KYzQDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/w4Qtaj6EafU/s400/IMG_7833_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377874050422095922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SqIL8n56lrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ElnVLzRnnIc/s1600-h/IMG_7844_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SqIL8n56lrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ElnVLzRnnIc/s400/IMG_7844_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377874041165747890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SqIL8crErTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/diMjy1SKJmE/s1600-h/IMG_7848_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SqIL8crErTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/diMjy1SKJmE/s400/IMG_7848_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377874038150704434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SqIL73zdnqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HChrhf4tRts/s1600-h/IMG_7863_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SqIL73zdnqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HChrhf4tRts/s400/IMG_7863_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377874028253781666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-2053539174532942292?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/2053539174532942292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=2053539174532942292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2053539174532942292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2053539174532942292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/09/crowned-plover-chicks.html' title='Crowned Plover Chicks'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SqIL9KYzQDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/w4Qtaj6EafU/s72-c/IMG_7833_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-7886947760103099106</id><published>2009-08-30T19:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:57:04.362+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Phillip Tunnel, Hankey</title><content type='html'>Today , Neville , Sandy , Captain Tupperware and I went for a Sunday afternoon drive and ended up at a place called Phillip Tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little bit of info on the tunnel as I could find on &lt;a href="http://www.baviaans.net/index.php?page=page&amp;amp;menu_id=3&amp;amp;submenu_id=9"&gt;Baviaans.net&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;William Philip, son of Dr John Philip head of the London Missionary Society in South Africa, studied surveying in Cape Town from 1834 to 1836. Later he trained as a missionary in Britain and in 1841 he returned to the mission station at Hankey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time Hankey was experiencing a serious water shortage, Philip therefore examined the site and discovered that he could lead water out of the Gamtoos River onto the settlement's farm-lands. This would, however, involve the construction of a tunnel through the cliff which, for those times, was a formidable undertaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philip and his Hottentot labourers started digging in 1843 and within little more than a year they had completed a tunnel of 228m long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tunnel has been declared a national monument and the commemoration plaque was unveiled on the same day as the opening of the Kouga Dam.  The tunnel is no longer in use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 2 pics of me and Neville playing with my Camera and Multi exposure flash techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Spq8-7nZMKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KL1x3G8UICw/s1600-h/IMG_7810_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Spq8-7nZMKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KL1x3G8UICw/s400/IMG_7810_resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375816894560940194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Spq8-b23VqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wO9wW_F-0ho/s1600-h/IMG_7805_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Spq8-b23VqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wO9wW_F-0ho/s400/IMG_7805_resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375816886035895970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-7886947760103099106?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/7886947760103099106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=7886947760103099106&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/7886947760103099106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/7886947760103099106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/08/phillip-tunnel-hankey.html' title='Phillip Tunnel, Hankey'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Spq8-7nZMKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KL1x3G8UICw/s72-c/IMG_7810_resize.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-3028936805454628121</id><published>2009-08-23T14:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T14:22:45.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Opstaan</title><content type='html'>I was browsing back through old blog posts. Both my own and &lt;a href="http://lifeasabug.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alet's&lt;/a&gt;. And I came across this post that she made nearly a year ago :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"mag jy mooi wees as die lelik verby is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;en jy sag kyk na elke harde tyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mag jy bly wees as die huil verby is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;en jy vrede he na die stryd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;verkeerde goed kom more weer reg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;en die wyn is soet na die bitter en sleg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mag jy opstaan as jy seer geval het&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;en jou vrae verdwyn as die antwoord kom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mag jy huis toe kom as jy klaar verdwaal het&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;en die winter los vir die son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;en mag jy droom, mag jy ook vergeet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;en op plekke woon wat van horisonne weet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jy kan opstaan as jy seer geval het&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;en jou vrae verdwyn as die antwoord kom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jy kan huis toe kom as jy klaar verdwaal het&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;en die winter lost vir die son"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- opstaan ; Koos van der Merwe (Lid van die musik groep Prophet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-3028936805454628121?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/3028936805454628121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=3028936805454628121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/3028936805454628121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/3028936805454628121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/08/opstaan.html' title='Opstaan'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-7752075198299153905</id><published>2009-08-10T15:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:05:36.499+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tsitsikamma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>I am back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SoAnrKO5TII/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZX-Ht_fzVpw/s1600-h/IMG_7690_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SoAnrKO5TII/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZX-Ht_fzVpw/s400/IMG_7690_resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368334378260319362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What an absolutely stunning weekend I have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for Stormsriver mouth around 9:30 on Saturday and arrived at my campsite by 11:30. Set up my tent and trailer and just relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some very nice pics of the wildlife and the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove back this morning and on impulse turned of the Main highway and took the R102 home. Nice scenery and not a car on the road. I will blog later about the things I have thought about and learned about myself this weekend. But not now. For more of the photos I took while I was away feel free to visit my &lt;a href="http://www.perfectpic.co.za/main/index.php?option=com_expose&amp;amp;Itemid=14"&gt;webpage galleries.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SoAnq1IFsXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wu1bX0NtMJ4/s1600-h/IMG_7675_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SoAnq1IFsXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wu1bX0NtMJ4/s400/IMG_7675_resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368334372594626930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SoAnqpGhXrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-fkaWuSWBlo/s1600-h/IMG_7464_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SoAnqpGhXrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-fkaWuSWBlo/s400/IMG_7464_resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368334369366826674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SoAnqtEzV9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/wGAk2SRXzJI/s1600-h/IMG_7407_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SoAnqtEzV9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/wGAk2SRXzJI/s400/IMG_7407_resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368334370433357778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-7752075198299153905?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/7752075198299153905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=7752075198299153905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/7752075198299153905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/7752075198299153905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-back.html' title='I am back'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SoAnrKO5TII/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZX-Ht_fzVpw/s72-c/IMG_7690_resize.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-2392511994666530829</id><published>2009-08-08T19:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:28:27.525+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stormsriver mouth</title><content type='html'>Tonight I am blogging from my cellphone. As I have mentioned before , blogging from my phone is not something i particularly like, but tonight I will do so gladly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, for tonight and tomorrow night, I am sleeping in my tent in the Tsitsikamma national park. I must say that this is due , in no small part, to friends who love me and care for me and have supplied money for me to be here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very gratefull to them ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so , tonight , I sit and I watch and listen to the ocean. And I praise God for who He is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-2392511994666530829?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/2392511994666530829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=2392511994666530829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2392511994666530829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2392511994666530829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/08/stormsriver-mouth.html' title='Stormsriver mouth'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-400781459986047053</id><published>2009-08-04T12:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:35:39.925+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>That longing feeling......</title><content type='html'>There is a struggle in me for the last while that I feel the need to place on &lt;del&gt;paper&lt;/del&gt; webspace. Due, in part, to the need I have to share my struggle but also due to the fact that verbalising my thought may help me clarify some things for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post may not make a lot of sense and will probably not be very coherent. Please bear with me as I wrestle through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From since puberty hit me and girls became something else than irritating , giggling things to be ignored , I have had a need (a longing, if you will) to have girlfriend. To have a person in my life that I could love and hold and share that special closeness with. Up to about my 21st birthday I never really had a girlfriend. O how I longed for a girlfriend ! How I longed to also have someone special in my life to love and to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am guessing that this was/is part of what it means to be a sexual being. The capacity to be attracted to someone , to fall in love , and to love is what defines our sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now , being a Christian , and having been raised in a Christian home and Church , I have obviously come in contact with the church's view and opinions on sex and sexuality. And if we have to be honest then the chucrh's view and opnion was usually one of 'Don't!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look. Don't touch. Don't enjoy. Don't mention. Don't acknowledge. Don't deal with it. Don't talk about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church has either shied away from dealing with sexuality or has shoved it's head in the sand with an attitude that said ' If we ignore it , it will go away!'. And so , In my mind and I believe many other's , the idea formed that Christianity and Sexuality did not mix. You could be a Christian , or a sexual being , but if you were a Christian and (admitted to be) a sexual being you were sinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that human sexuality will not be denied. It is a part of how God created us. This means that many good, God fearing people , live with a guilt complex about their sexuality. I find that I long for someone to love and hold.  And then I feel so guilty about it. Becuase all of the things I heard in my youth comes back to me. Things like : God should be your all. God should fill the void in you. God's love for you is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I even sprouted some of that nonsense to other people . I hope not. But if I did I am really sorry. Because in the last few months I have learnt that going home to an empty house or getting into an empty bed, sucks. The longing for closeness and human touch and contact is so strong that when an old lady in a prayer meeting rubbed my hand while she was in thought the other day , I nearly broke down and sobbed like a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So , I think this post needs to deal with two things. Firstly , I believe that the church needs to wake up and change it's attitude towards sexuality. We need to realise that human beings are sexual beings. We need to stop condeming people about their sexuality and start to help them to develop and nurture their sexuality to the glory of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly , I need to deal with the guilt I feel towards my longing for intemacy and closeness to another human being. Maybe I need to learn that it is normal and ok to want to love and be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me as I walk on this journey while I try to find God's plan and will for my life. And as I sometimes battle these feelings of loneliness and guilt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-400781459986047053?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/400781459986047053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=400781459986047053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/400781459986047053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/400781459986047053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-longing-feeling.html' title='That longing feeling......'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-42899134444436373</id><published>2009-08-01T14:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T15:14:03.488+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>Snakes and Ladders and Mental barriers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SnQ_g194tHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/W4Dg3OT6Cug/s1600-h/Snakes+and+ladders.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SnQ_g194tHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/W4Dg3OT6Cug/s400/Snakes+and+ladders.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364982889580115058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been very fond of board games. One game I never really liked was 'snakes and ladders'. While it was nice to be able to move my pip up the ladder I hated it when I had to move back down a snake. Sometimes way down - all the way to the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how in a marriage you can become so used to your partner?  What ? You have never felt that ? Is it only me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that over the 10 years or our marriage I have become very used to Alet. Her way of thinking and doing. Her humor and passions. Her way of looking at  things and reacting. And in that state of being 'used to' your partner you become complacent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to today, Alet has not been a significant part of my life for just more than eight months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now , let me be honest. I long for somebody to hold and cuddle and put my arms around when I lie in bed at night.  I long to love and to share my life. And I long to be loved. To be held and cared for and to feel special and accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere between this longing and the fulfillment of that longing lies a mental barrier.  A barrier that says - you have to start again. You have to learn to love and care and trust again. You have to start all the way back at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same mental barrier is made up of a question also. A question that says - Is it worth it ? Is it really worth it to love and care and trust again ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it be worth it ? I am sure it will. Will I get past this barrier of being scared to get hurt again? I am sure I will . At some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this post is a little confusing and unstructured , please excuse me. This is something that I am still working out in my mind. And I find that blogging sometimes helps me to organize my thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-42899134444436373?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/42899134444436373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=42899134444436373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/42899134444436373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/42899134444436373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/08/snakes-and-ladders-and-mental-barriers.html' title='Snakes and Ladders and Mental barriers'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SnQ_g194tHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/W4Dg3OT6Cug/s72-c/Snakes+and+ladders.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-7693967429772992679</id><published>2009-07-26T17:32:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:52:04.384+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>You.</title><content type='html'>I have loved you. Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;But I did not show my love the way I should have.&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you . With all my Heart.&lt;br /&gt;But when things did not work out. Did not make sense :&lt;br /&gt;I became  selfish and self centered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wondered; If one day, people will understand ?&lt;br /&gt;That the best way for me to show my love was to set you free.&lt;br /&gt;To not hold on. To allow you to be the woman you were made to be.&lt;br /&gt;What, would more selfishness have brought ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you will find contentment, and peace.&lt;br /&gt;And Love.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you will love, and be loved.&lt;br /&gt;Fully you. And fully alive.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you will be allowed to be you.&lt;br /&gt;The real you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-7693967429772992679?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/7693967429772992679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=7693967429772992679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/7693967429772992679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/7693967429772992679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/07/you.html' title='You.'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-2644502936095481095</id><published>2009-07-04T14:39:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:36:25.588+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>Fireproof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fireproofthemovie.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SlBpw_Mb8vI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1mRcus_X5eU/s400/bannerdvd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354896247261754098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I watched a movie called "fireproof".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a description of the movie - shamelessly copied from the  &lt;a href="http://www.fireproofthemovie.com/"&gt;fireproof website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;At work, inside burning buildings, Capt. Caleb Holt lives by the old firefighter's adage: Never leave your partner behind. At home, in the cooling embers of his marriage, he lives by his own rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, Catherine Holt always dreamed of marrying a loving, brave firefighter...just like her daddy. Now, after seven years of marriage, Catherine wonders when she stopped being "good enough" for her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regular arguments over jobs, finances, housework, and outside interests have readied them both to move on to something with more sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the couple prepares to enter divorce proceedings, Caleb's father challenges his son to commit to a 40-day experiment: "The Love Dare." Wondering if it's even worth the effort, Caleb agrees-for his father's sake more than for his marriage. When Caleb discovers the book's daily challenges are tied into his parents' new found faith, his already limited interest is further dampened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While trying to stay true to his promise, Caleb becomes frustrated time and again. He finally asks his father, "How am I supposed to show love to somebody who constantly rejects me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his father explains that this is the love Christ shows to us, Caleb makes a life-changing commitment to love God. And with God's help he begins to understand what it means to truly love his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it too late to fireproof his marriage? His job is to rescue others. Now Caleb Holt is ready to face his toughest job ever...rescuing his wife's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arrow"&gt;» &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fireproofthemovie.com/main.php?id=about"&gt;Read More About FIREPROOF.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fireproofthemovie.com/main.php?id=about"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but wonder if&lt;a href="http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-to-take-my-stand.html"&gt; things would have worked out differently&lt;/a&gt; if I had been a better husband . And I realize that it probably would not have. But I am still very, very sorry for the pain and hurt that I caused Alet in the years that we have been married.  I realize that I did not do a very good biblical job of showing the love I had for her. But love her , I did! I am sorry for not having shown it the way I should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so ,  I find other questions queing up to be noticed : ....  Would I actually learn from my mistakes and do a better job of it if I get a second chance at marriage one day? Would I actually get a second chance ? or was this it ? Either way , I do not regret the 10 years of marriage that I have had. I do regret not being a better husband though.&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/5418099340659880182-2644502936095481095?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/2644502936095481095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=2644502936095481095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2644502936095481095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2644502936095481095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/07/fireproof.html' title='Fireproof'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SlBpw_Mb8vI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1mRcus_X5eU/s72-c/bannerdvd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-7303332668809259486</id><published>2009-06-17T16:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:45:08.274+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Sundays River</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SjkBTXEXDxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fisR8eL2Y88/s1600-h/SundaysRiver_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SjkBTXEXDxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fisR8eL2Y88/s400/SundaysRiver_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348307464600620818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this shot on the way home from visiting my brother on Tuesday.  Must be honest , I am not completely sure that I like it. But if nothing else - it shows that I went to go visit my brother and had a good time on the public holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-7303332668809259486?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/7303332668809259486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=7303332668809259486&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/7303332668809259486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/7303332668809259486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/06/sundays-river.html' title='Sundays River'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SjkBTXEXDxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fisR8eL2Y88/s72-c/SundaysRiver_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-7100702315773577599</id><published>2009-06-09T20:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:22:20.028+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Moonrise over the road to Swartkops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SjEhH5GSpvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/euy5f04NrwU/s1600-h/moonriseoverswartkopsroad__resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SjEhH5GSpvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/euy5f04NrwU/s400/moonriseoverswartkopsroad__resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346090652135499506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Si6lPRtZ59I/AAAAAAAAAFc/L7DN1vjfY3w/s1600-h/moonriseoverswartkopsroad_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-7100702315773577599?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/7100702315773577599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=7100702315773577599&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/7100702315773577599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/7100702315773577599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/06/moonrise-over-road-to-swartkops.html' title='Moonrise over the road to Swartkops'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SjEhH5GSpvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/euy5f04NrwU/s72-c/moonriseoverswartkopsroad__resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-5011377878223834876</id><published>2009-06-07T16:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T16:18:36.412+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SivLtw4Ca_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Yv2PDFQEIe4/s1600-h/83834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SivLtw4Ca_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Yv2PDFQEIe4/s400/83834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344589369879718898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-5011377878223834876?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/5011377878223834876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=5011377878223834876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/5011377878223834876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/5011377878223834876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/06/photography.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SivLtw4Ca_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Yv2PDFQEIe4/s72-c/83834.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-2710092368018738096</id><published>2009-05-26T19:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:19:53.780+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Shark rock Pier</title><content type='html'>I actually picked up my camera again and took some photos !!!  Can you believe it ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/ShwkguZRZII/AAAAAAAAAFM/ufZUnd2f0r4/s1600-h/IMG_6779_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/ShwkguZRZII/AAAAAAAAAFM/ufZUnd2f0r4/s400/IMG_6779_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340183402783007874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Shwkgls1kfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VxTMoobZLhE/s1600-h/IMG_6769_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Shwkgls1kfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VxTMoobZLhE/s400/IMG_6769_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340183400449151474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-2710092368018738096?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/2710092368018738096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=2710092368018738096&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2710092368018738096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2710092368018738096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/05/shark-rock-pier.html' title='Shark rock Pier'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/ShwkguZRZII/AAAAAAAAAFM/ufZUnd2f0r4/s72-c/IMG_6779_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-3595013822095402084</id><published>2009-05-13T17:17:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T10:45:32.118+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>Time to take my stand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SgrtZOnwvaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/CGocbTPFNbk/s1600-h/Logo-BGLASS2-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SgrtZOnwvaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/CGocbTPFNbk/s200/Logo-BGLASS2-M.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335337726251154850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My best friend, of the last 13 odd years, is gay. It wasn't something she decided to be one day. It wasn't a choice she made or lifestyle she liked. In fact for the last 10 years she tried so very hard to be a normal wife in a normal family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is also a Christian. a Follower of Jesus and a woman deeply devoted to God.  For 10 years she tried her level best to be a good 'straight' christian wife , and live a normal heterosexual life. But eventually the pressures of living a life of lies got too much. Not being able to be who she was created to be , was slowly killing her. And it was killing me. And so at the end of 2008 we got divorced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love and respect her deeply as a friend and as the mother of my child. And I wish for her all the best that life has to offer. I wish for her joy and happiness and love and peace.  I  realize that the path before her will not be an easy one. And so , for the little that it is worth, to her and fellow gay or lesbian people , I need to take a stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church is so fond of saying :"love the sinner, but hate the sin". And, though I do not believe that being gay is a sin, I would like to follow this line of thought for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said something about loving people . He said "Love your neighbor as yourself".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me go with this for a while. As a human being I wish a couple of things for myself. Things like : health, a place to stay, friends, food, love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us look at that one quickly. Love.... I wish for myself someone whom I can love and who can love me. A soul mate. My other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to grow old all alone. I do not want to be celibate. I want to have a soul mate , a lover, a partner. Yes , I want to enjoy the intimacy of sex.  So how on earth can I wish these things for myself , yet turn around and say to Alet - you are not allowed to have these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that it is very, very easy for the church to stand at a distance and say "love the sinner, hate the sin".  It is a lot more difficult to say this if it is to the face of some one you love and care for like a son , a daughter or a close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced that for most gay / lesbian people , being gay was never a choice. It is the way they were born. How can I tell them that the way they were created is wrong. Is a sin. Is not good enough for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so , I say this to any church that sprouts the gay is a sin slogan: You are wrong ! And I will not enter or be part of a church that supports that opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that there is a lot more to this debate , and it was never my intention to try and debate all the points, or cover all the issues. But it was my intention to give all who want to know , an insight into my stand on the subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-3595013822095402084?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/3595013822095402084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=3595013822095402084&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/3595013822095402084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/3595013822095402084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-to-take-my-stand.html' title='Time to take my stand.'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SgrtZOnwvaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/CGocbTPFNbk/s72-c/Logo-BGLASS2-M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-372118439549385161</id><published>2009-05-12T21:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:12:35.699+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow'/><title type='text'>This evening's sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SgnJ-LxjrwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/76U_OV7rz5Q/s1600-h/IMG_6757_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 598px; height: 397px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SgnJ-LxjrwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/76U_OV7rz5Q/s400/IMG_6757_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335017303746785026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-372118439549385161?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/372118439549385161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=372118439549385161&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/372118439549385161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/372118439549385161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-evenings-sunset.html' title='This evening&apos;s sunset'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SgnJ-LxjrwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/76U_OV7rz5Q/s72-c/IMG_6757_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-8776114811552604228</id><published>2009-05-07T16:58:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:11:19.446+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>Speeding</title><content type='html'>I was stopped for speeding today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I honestly thought I would be able to talk myself out of it. Until I saw the speed cop looking at my dog on the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SgL5tuM9GjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LB4_lrSJUKQ/s1600-h/speeding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 649px; height: 368px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SgL5tuM9GjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LB4_lrSJUKQ/s400/speeding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333099472651885106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I do believe that this image was created for an add for the VW Gti Golf. But I stand to be corrected.  Either way , I thought it was brilliant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-8776114811552604228?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/8776114811552604228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=8776114811552604228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/8776114811552604228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/8776114811552604228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/05/speeding.html' title='Speeding'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SgL5tuM9GjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LB4_lrSJUKQ/s72-c/speeding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-8163962171445381488</id><published>2009-05-06T22:12:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:34:03.841+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SgHz315SENI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WMocLdPjFv4/s1600-h/depression.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SgHz315SENI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WMocLdPjFv4/s320/depression.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332811574469071058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After valiantly ignoring all the signs for as long as I could and calling what I experienced these last few weeks 'survival mode' I came to the conclusion yesterday that I am on the verge of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been there before I know that it is a tough and steep hole to get out of. I realized that things are not going well when I stopped a bit to take stock of myself yesterday and found the following :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I almost welcomed the deep sadness that came over me yesterday. As if when I can not feel any other emotions like joy or happiness then at least I can feel this emotion of sadness. As if any emotion is better than none at all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have no willpower to do anything more than the routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not interested in doing new things or meeting new people , or even spending time with any one that will make any demands on the limited emotional resources that I have left.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At times I feel completely and utterly hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After having lost 3 kgs recently , I gained 5kg in the past 2 weeks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am irritable and emotionally unstable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sleep patterns are up to sh....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I admitted all of this to myself. I went to the chemist to go and buy a vitamin B complex booster. I admitted my sorry state to Neville, Graham and Christelle. And I am making a point of tackling at least one issue that needs dealing with every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to say that things are already going a little better today. In no small measure, I am sure, due to God looking out for me and helping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please pray for me. But also , realize that things are going better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;PS: there is a couple blog posts brewing in my mind at the moment. And that is a good thing , me thinks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-8163962171445381488?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/8163962171445381488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=8163962171445381488&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/8163962171445381488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/8163962171445381488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/05/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SgHz315SENI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WMocLdPjFv4/s72-c/depression.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-8871676561564876548</id><published>2009-05-04T18:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:35:52.567+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>My son's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Sf8WxhspPlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1plMpjlHTPE/s1600-h/jaco+woef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Sf8WxhspPlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1plMpjlHTPE/s320/jaco+woef.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332005523944980050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday my son turned 8. And every year bar one I baked the cake for his birthday. So I drove all the way to Cape Town for the weekend to go and visit him and my (ex) wife* and to go and bake him a cake. In this case , a doggie cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great weekend. We played with his new toys and built lots of Lego cars. It was nice to see him again after 4 months and it was good to be able to sit down and chat with Alet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys for a nice weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* : I do not like the term ex wife. It has way too many negative connections. The thing is that we are still good friends. And I still care for her. And so she is not the typical Ex. I know that we will always have a soft spot and care for each other.&lt;br /&gt;I do not want people to associate the negative connections with her. So what do I call her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-8871676561564876548?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/8871676561564876548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=8871676561564876548&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/8871676561564876548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/8871676561564876548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-sons-birthday.html' title='My son&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Sf8WxhspPlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1plMpjlHTPE/s72-c/jaco+woef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-2653186222557717544</id><published>2009-04-27T15:37:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:33:47.686+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me myself and I'/><title type='text'>An interview with : Me, myself and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I have been privileged to get Me and Myself for an interview recently. The transcript of that interview follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Welcome guys , and thanks for joining me for this interview.&lt;br /&gt;Myself: Thank you very much . It is great to be here.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey , great to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I:Now you have been writing this blog for a while now.  As far as this blog is concerned you have been fairly quiet recently compared to a month or so ago. Any reason for that ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes , you know , we find that when it comes to this blog that it happens often that there are quieter times and busier times. It's seems to be a cycle.&lt;br /&gt;Myself: I think it depends on our emotional situation at the time. It would seem that we blog more when things are going tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: So would that mean that you are OK at the moment ?&lt;br /&gt;Myself : Yes , I do think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Yet , in you last post you mentioned that you are in 'survival mode'. What did you mean by that ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: hmmm, tough question. I think 'survival mode' means that we have to make do with what we've got. The situation is not ideal , but it is not bad either. And so if we had to look at things objectively then it is going ok.&lt;br /&gt;Myself: Let me add: Survival mode in a way forces us to bypass the emotional things a bit. I think it is a bit of a defence mechanism. 'Cause if we had to really delve into the emotions of being alone and all that &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; entails  we would surely end up in a state of depression.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Yes, and having suffered from depression for a number of years it is a place we do our best to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: So are you saying that if you were honest that emotionally you are not ok ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No , not at all. Emotionally we are actually surprisingly OK. But as you know , we do not cope well with being alone. And so we tend to stay away from dwelling on the emotions of being alone for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Ok , so what do you see for the future ? There was talk of going into game ranging, or going to Bloem? What are you planning at the moment ?&lt;br /&gt;Myself : The idea at the moment is to move to Bloem by the end of June 2009. We hope to find a job there and a place to rent and stay.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, start over, if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Are you excited about this new plan ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You know, I am not sure if excited is the right word. Being in 'survival mode' sort off dampens all emotions - good and bad. But we are looking forward to getting on with life. So , yes, I think you can say that we are excited .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Guys , thank you so much for the chat. I am sure we will do this again .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-2653186222557717544?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/2653186222557717544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=2653186222557717544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2653186222557717544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2653186222557717544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/04/interview-with-me-myself-and-i.html' title='An interview with : Me, myself and I'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-5998572516370029570</id><published>2009-04-22T16:33:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:29:55.231+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>No demands</title><content type='html'>Today is a public Holiday. Voting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me give you a quick rundown of how my day went before I get to the reason for my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05:45 woke up - turned around - sleep&lt;br /&gt;07:15  woke up - turn around - sleep&lt;br /&gt;08:45 woke - excessive pressure in the bladder regions - ...... - make coffee&lt;br /&gt;09:00 - read&lt;br /&gt;10:15 - get out of bed dress - go to coffee shop with a book in hand , hoping to just read thru rest of the day - coffee shop full- turn around - go visit Anton.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in between we went to the coffee shop... - and voted.... - and  went back to his place. Then all of a sudden I got a bee in my bonnet and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Neville's place. They were on their way to visit someone we know and invited me a long. An idea I really balked at . Then they reminded me that we had a home group meeting tonight. Another idea I balked at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wondered : Why am I kicking against these things ? So I had to stop and think about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized that today , all day long , I was very carefree. I did what I wanted. I made no plans for the day and had no expectations for the day. And that was why I bolted from Anton's. When he started making demands on my care free day and time. The same happened when Sandy asked if I wanted to join them . It placed demands on me that I did not want. So did going to homegroup. It was something I did not plan on doing and thus placed demands on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I have had many days like these. Days were I just want to do my own thing or actually nothing at all. Days where I do not have or want responsibility . Days where I kick against plans and demands. Days where I can just let life go me by, as long as it leaves me alone and not interfere with my unplanned and empty day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that most people would blame me for wasting a day. For doing nothing productive. And you know what - I do not care. I need these times of waste. Of doing nothing and just letting life go by. Times of just vegetating. I wonder if any one will understand that ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EDIT : I just realized something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I am in survival mode. I take one day at a time. I do not plan ahead. I just let the days go by with the minimum hassle. And I do this because in some strange way it allows me to go through each day without having to cope with a lot of things. Without having to cope with being lonely, or not knowing where I am supposed to be going with my life.&lt;br /&gt;By just going through the routine every day  I can cope with my job that is just a another unexciting job. With my little house that is empty. With having to hold my pillows instead of another human being while I fall asleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is as if I am just waiting for time to go by. So that when enough time has gone by , I can get up and go on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-5998572516370029570?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/5998572516370029570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=5998572516370029570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/5998572516370029570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/5998572516370029570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-demands.html' title='No demands'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-6780594763447742893</id><published>2009-04-14T21:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:46:42.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Botanical Gardens</title><content type='html'>I had a nice picnic with Christelle in Bloem over the Easter weekend. Oh . sorry ! did I Forget to mention that I went to Bloem for the weelend ?. ok. I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there I had the chance to use my camera again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two of the visitors that we had under our trees :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SeToA-MAcHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3l6patWSu2Q/s1600-h/IMG_6635_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SeToA-MAcHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3l6patWSu2Q/s320/IMG_6635_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324635762849771634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SeToBJcL69I/AAAAAAAAAEM/-l6MFpWbJZE/s1600-h/IMG_6650_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SeToBJcL69I/AAAAAAAAAEM/-l6MFpWbJZE/s320/IMG_6650_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324635765870422994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-6780594763447742893?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/6780594763447742893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=6780594763447742893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/6780594763447742893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/6780594763447742893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/04/botanical-gardens.html' title='Botanical Gardens'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SeToA-MAcHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3l6patWSu2Q/s72-c/IMG_6635_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-8873647104746045438</id><published>2009-04-06T18:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:12:14.405+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Sdo35IYCwSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lS4ahtnpYQ8/s1600-h/questions1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 107px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Sdo35IYCwSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lS4ahtnpYQ8/s320/questions1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321627364332060962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit an stare at this empty screen.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I should say and write.&lt;br /&gt;Should I be honest ?&lt;br /&gt;Should I be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; honest ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is there some things that one does not say ,&lt;br /&gt;does not share ?&lt;br /&gt;How do I put this turmoil of mind into words ?&lt;br /&gt;How do I explain this ache ? This need?&lt;br /&gt;How do I share what is on my mind ?&lt;br /&gt;How do I make you see ? Make you understand ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             This ache ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           This longing ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             This need to love ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      And to be loved ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-8873647104746045438?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/8873647104746045438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=8873647104746045438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/8873647104746045438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/8873647104746045438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/04/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Sdo35IYCwSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lS4ahtnpYQ8/s72-c/questions1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-6516702881973894565</id><published>2009-04-04T12:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:25:28.288+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to say.....</title><content type='html'>I am still around. I have just not had anything profound to say recently.  I am surviving in the office. Actually , I am not hating my job anymore. I would not say that I love it, but at least it is bearable. And the boss has been fairly nice to me in that he has booked me on two drives in the past two weeks as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday's I am not allowed to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday's drive I am. I had the privilege to drive the new Golf 6 from Uitenhage to Graaff  Reinett and back. Total trip millage 560km.  The Golf had all the bells and whistles. With a 1.4 TSi motor that delivered 118Kw !!!! 118Kw from a 1400 ????? Amazing. That, coupled to a 6sp manual gearbox made for some real nice driving and preformance. Great fun !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going to visit my friends and loved ones in Bloem for easter. I need to sing in the worship group on Wednesday evening and then I will hit the road early Thursday morning. That should put me in Bloem before midday Thursday. I am so looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then , I am alive. I am around. And when I do have something profound to share , I promise to do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-6516702881973894565?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/6516702881973894565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=6516702881973894565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/6516702881973894565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/6516702881973894565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-to-say.html' title='Just to say.....'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-3235981665286246136</id><published>2009-03-24T18:52:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:51:45.147+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The pinnacle of Creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SckdMpnLqSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/a25QDzimAac/s1600-h/BBCreationFigureslARGE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SckdMpnLqSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/a25QDzimAac/s320/BBCreationFigureslARGE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316812938253412642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recently had a conversation with a (female) friend of mine where we discussed my view of girls. Maybe I should say : women.  But I will stick to girls. In my mind the term is more endearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I talk of girls then I do mean all girls , although in my mind all of this will be focused on that one special girl in a man's , and one day my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am at it , let me get all of the small print out of the way. Whilst I tried, I do need to acknowledge and admit that there were times in my married life where this did not shine through as well as it should or could have. And I will always stand guilty to that and saddened to the fact that I did not show this as well as I should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I can remember I was fascinated by girls.  No , wait, maybe I should rephrase that. Ever since I was old enough to fall in love, I was fascinated by girls.  I was intrigued by their beauty and grace and, will this make sense , their potential. Girls were these incredibly beautiful and special creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I was concerned , then and now, girls were the pinnacle of creation. I do not think that God created anything more  precious or incredible before or since He created girls. I believed , and still do , that God created nothing more beautiful or special than a girl. And like with most special things , also nothing more fragile. And so from an early age I believed that girls needed to be respected and appreciated and protected. Somewhere in all of this I also believed that a girl had a mind and will of her own , and that her emotions and humanity were very , very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe that if , as a man, I treat a girl with respect, love and care that it will bring out the best and the potential they were created to have to the fore. And that a girl living to the potential that God created her to be will be even more beautiful and special and sexy. And by the way : Sexy is so far removed from sex and what the media tries to make it. The sexiest girls , the ones that catch your eye and steals your breath , are not the pretiest ones. They are the girls who are confident in themselves and in who they were created to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to say  that I have yet to meet the girl who really belies how special she is in God's eyes. And I know that the Devil goes out of his way to break down the self worth of the girls in our lives. Just look at how women are portrayed in the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did I post this? I truly do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just to say this. If you my dear reader is of the male persuasion , then treat the girls in your life with the respect and love and care that they deserve as the pinacle of creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are a girl. Then see yourself as God sees you. Realize the awesome potential that you have in you. And stop trying to measure up to the image that the media created of what you should be like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-3235981665286246136?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/3235981665286246136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=3235981665286246136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/3235981665286246136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/3235981665286246136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/03/most-special-of-creation.html' title='The pinnacle of Creation'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SckdMpnLqSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/a25QDzimAac/s72-c/BBCreationFigureslARGE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-2197844917141506062</id><published>2009-03-22T18:32:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T18:55:36.480+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mozambique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hearing God&apos;s voice'/><title type='text'>The Mission trip to Mosambique</title><content type='html'>Two posts in one day ! Yep , believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of my previous post I need to post this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church is planning a mission trip into Mozambique again ( they have done so once every two years or so since 1999). Now I believe that I am supposed to go on this trip. Apart from a school mission trip into Lesotho , I have not done something like this before. I do believe that I can serve the Lord on this trip , even if only with my photography skills to come and tell the story more clearly back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the costs of this trip would be about R4500 . That is about a whole month's pay for me. And as I have said in the previous post , it is not as if I have any spare cash lying around to pay for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so , what it boils down to is this: If God wants me on this trip , and I hope He does, then He will have to find a huge rabbit to pull out of a hat. Because I am willing to go. I want to go. But I can not afford it. As it is , going will will cost me about 7 days in unpaid leave. Or to put it bluntly , it will mean that I will receive a quarter less pay at the end of the month of that mission trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I ask this of you my friends, readers and fellow bloggers. Pray with me that God's will be done. Pray that He who has infinite resources available , will make a way for me to go on this trip. And pray for the trip. That the work and service and love of the people going will be to His honor and Glory , and will further and solidify His kingdom here in our corner of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-2197844917141506062?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/2197844917141506062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=2197844917141506062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2197844917141506062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2197844917141506062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/03/mission-trip-to-mosambique.html' title='The Mission trip to Mosambique'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-2386486684670763473</id><published>2009-03-22T18:06:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T18:52:35.004+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>The Question.... remix</title><content type='html'>I have been doing a lot of thinking , and praying, and talking to friends.  And I believe that God does not want me in Bloem .......     Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, due to some very stupid choices that I have made in the past , and compounded by the fact that I have not earned a decent salary in quite a while , I have a LOT of debt. Enough debt that I now have a lot of lawyers and debtors on my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before I can move forward with my life , I need to get rid of all this debt. Start on a clean page.  With my current job and current salary , to clean the debt would take me nearly 5 years. By which time I will be 37 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another option however. An option that I have considered earlier and then placed on hold when I started to enjoy the driving job (that I have since had to give up for the office position that I hate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This option was to become a game ranger, or to use the proper name, a Field Guide.  A job that I would like to do and one that will allow me to pay of my debt in about 2.5 years. The reason for this is that the job usually includes housing, food and clothes.  So all of my salary, which is not great, will be able to pay debt. The reason for this quite obviously is that I now pay lodging and food , which will fall away if I am a Field Guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to apply for a game rangers position I will need to do the following :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;register with the Field Guide Association of SA in April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;batten down the hatches , and study my ass off .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write the Level 1 exam and pass with 75% or more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my PDP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do a practical exam at a game farm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start applying for a job as a level 1 Ranger. (actually Field Guide)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So this for now is the short to medium term plan for my life. Stick it out with the current job, try to hold off the debtors (or apply to be placed under administration) and work towards getting that Level 1 FGASA  credit behind my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pray for me, that I have the strength , determination, and the drive to get through all of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-2386486684670763473?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/2386486684670763473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=2386486684670763473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2386486684670763473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2386486684670763473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/03/question-remix.html' title='The Question.... remix'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-7660035511332431154</id><published>2009-03-19T16:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:21:49.528+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hearing God&apos;s voice'/><title type='text'>The Question .continued....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/ScJb_9XDr_I/AAAAAAAAADs/AuVitkvNBuE/s1600-h/Bloemfontein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/ScJb_9XDr_I/AAAAAAAAADs/AuVitkvNBuE/s320/Bloemfontein.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314911664611766258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So what on earth was all that about ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe , for those who do not know me, a quick background. I grew up in  a town called Bloemfontein. In my married years I have moved with my wife (then a probationary minister in the Methodist Church) from Bloemfontein to Centurion. Then Macassar , near Cape Town. Then Bloemfontein again. Then , after getting very hurt in the congregation in Bloemfontein, we moved to Uitenhage.  Now apart from the fact that our marriage of 10 years ended in divorce in Uitenhage , the place was actually very good to both of us. My (ex) wife has since moved to Cape Town where, I am happy to say , she is very happy. I have stayed around in Uitenhage and started to work for VW as an endurance test driver. A job that I really enjoyed.  The only bad thing about the job was that there were times where no work was available and I stayed home. Without pay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in  the mean time , the boss needed a PA. And I was the choice , I guess since I knew how to witch on a PC. To be honest, I do not like this new job. In fact the word 'hate' springs to mind. I am not sure how long I will be able to keep up under this strain. The only nice thing about the new job is the fact that I am guaranteed of work every day. Something that I really need, given my precarious financial situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right ! Now to the Question. In the past 3 days I have had 3 people all asking me when I am moving back to Bloemfontein. I have been avoiding that question , but it seems that God wants me to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a reason I can not explain I have been kicking very hard against going back to Bloem.  I think that I need to list the pros and cons of Bloem here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have gotten very hurt in Bloem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bloem is very far from the ocean - something I have come to love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bloem is very far from my wonderful Uitenhage friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am going to miss my church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not know where I will join a church in Bloem. I do not trust any of the 2 Methodist churches there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is not much to do as far as outdoor experiences are concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have very good friends in Bloem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can have a clean start without the 'stigma' of being recently divorced.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a chance of getting a job that I like.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There may be some one special for me in Bloem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find God's will in this. Where does He want me to go ? I wish I knew what He wanted me to do with my life. Because I honestly have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know this: If I go to my boss and tell him that I am resigning and moving to Bloem he will give birth to seven little kittens with rubber necks  on his desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-7660035511332431154?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/7660035511332431154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=7660035511332431154&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/7660035511332431154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/7660035511332431154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/03/question-continued.html' title='The Question .continued....'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/ScJb_9XDr_I/AAAAAAAAADs/AuVitkvNBuE/s72-c/Bloemfontein.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-3324188574936630066</id><published>2009-03-18T23:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:54:16.119+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hearing God&apos;s voice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>The Question now is .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/ScFpQGVh1mI/AAAAAAAAADk/ExRz6dqgDW4/s1600-h/Bloemfontein-South-Africa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/ScFpQGVh1mI/AAAAAAAAADk/ExRz6dqgDW4/s320/Bloemfontein-South-Africa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314644760573630050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; - South African Tourism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post more details later. But for now this will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go and pray and ask God about this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-3324188574936630066?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/3324188574936630066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=3324188574936630066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/3324188574936630066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/3324188574936630066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/03/bloemfontein.html' title='The Question now is .....'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/ScFpQGVh1mI/AAAAAAAAADk/ExRz6dqgDW4/s72-c/Bloemfontein-South-Africa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-5178383355596002527</id><published>2009-03-17T16:30:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:59:24.623+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hearing God&apos;s voice'/><title type='text'>Another day , another mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Sb-41IMlVuI/AAAAAAAAADc/Ae2tx_am6QE/s1600-h/sunrise-color.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Sb-41IMlVuI/AAAAAAAAADc/Ae2tx_am6QE/s320/sunrise-color.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314169308193314530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all who commented and worried and phoned me after my very negative post yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I maybe need make one thing clear - I know that God is always with me. Even in my deepest despair yesterday was I not unaware of His presence in my life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that what got to me yesterday was a sense of hopelessness . I do not know what God is planning for my life and I do not understand why things happen in my life.  And that is something I do not handle well. If I know why something is happening or what the plan for a certain event is , then I am quite happy to go through loads of nonsense in order to get to the end result. I could not see where my life is going. I saw all the negative things and all the things that to me looked so big and I forgot that I serve a God who is not limited to my limitations .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I guess I need to remember James 1 : 2-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, 3because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. 4Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. 5If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially since I have been asking God for wisdom and understanding so I can know His will for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself rapped over the knuckles !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today , I am curious . I can not wait to see where God is going with my life. And yes , I am also impatient !!!!  I wish He would do things now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I stop and I realize.:" But He is doing things now !"  He is doing things in my life. And in my friends lives. And it excites me so !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question : Do we serve an AWESOME God , or what ??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-5178383355596002527?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/5178383355596002527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=5178383355596002527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/5178383355596002527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/5178383355596002527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-day-another-mood.html' title='Another day , another mood.'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/Sb-41IMlVuI/AAAAAAAAADc/Ae2tx_am6QE/s72-c/sunrise-color.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-9067621016878818195</id><published>2009-03-16T17:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:56:12.836+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today I am feeling tired and depressed.&lt;br /&gt; I did not enjoy my job.&lt;br /&gt; And I am lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that is what is eating me most. Human beings were never made to be alone.  And I do not do well with alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I trying to say ?  I do not know. I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life is just ....... hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is . Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just tired , and depressed , and gatvol , and lonely. Maybe I just have PMS. And this blustery wind is not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry . I will be ok. promise !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-9067621016878818195?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/9067621016878818195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=9067621016878818195&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/9067621016878818195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/9067621016878818195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-2120172363312205694</id><published>2009-03-14T00:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:38:42.929+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Blogs and readers(stats)</title><content type='html'>Earlier today ......  No wait it is yesterday by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way . Earlier on this blog I received 2 comments on my last post. One was from &lt;a href="http://www.thechurchofnopeople.com/"&gt;Matt at the Church of no People.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other was from Tony C of &lt;a href="http://tonyctoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tony C Today&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Tony said :"Keep writing and people will find you and follow your blog."  and I responded by saying :"I could not really care whether people read my blog or not. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Reading it again now that actually sounds a bit harsh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then , later on , I realized that what I said was a contradiction to one of my &lt;a href="http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/03/exhibitionism-and-voyeurism.html"&gt;earlier posts&lt;/a&gt; this month where I said that I blog because I wanted people to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I am here , to try and sort out the confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not really mind how many people read my blog. Especially people from outside of my circle of friends. Make no mistake ... I am flattered that people like Tony and Matt take the time to read a bit and actually comment on my blog. But I am surely  not Blogging to create a following . I blog for me. I blog to sort out my thoughts and put my struggles down on &lt;strike&gt;paper&lt;/strike&gt;  webspace. If , by chance, or maybe by God's guidance,  someone I do not know reads my blog and finds a grain of wisdom , or a similar struggle or some comfort in my blog then that is good.  But that is surely not my main purpose to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope that my friends do read my blog, because I think that reading my blog might give them an insight into my thoughts and my emotions that they would not otherwise have had.  I hope that by reading each others blogs we would see the needs and share the pain of this circle of friends. That we would be able to carry each others burdens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I write in order to be honest. To put my heart on my sleeve and leave my masks at the &lt;strike&gt;door&lt;/strike&gt; firewall and just be me. To show those interested enough in me the real me. And if, after they have read my blog and seen the real me, they still want to be my friends then I know that I have true friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to know that there are people who read my blog. But , it is not essential to my blog's survival. Even if I had no readers , I would still blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-2120172363312205694?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/2120172363312205694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=2120172363312205694&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2120172363312205694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2120172363312205694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/03/blogs-and-readersstats.html' title='Blogs and readers(stats)'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-6486873027006981133</id><published>2009-03-10T19:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:50:03.030+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hearing God&apos;s voice'/><title type='text'>and 19:43 ..</title><content type='html'>I just thought that after that whole post this morning and my moaning about my job, that it is only fair that I come back and comment some at the end of this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really really tired . And what a whacker of a day I had. Never a still moment. But ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be honest. I actually feel better about the job. I feel a bit more in control of what is happening and I nearly enjoyed doing it. It was a real busy day and I had to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that my boss went to the trouble, of bringing the lady who I am replacing down from Pretoria to help show me the ropes, helped a lot because I did not need to ask him for help or advice on every  little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ! I am sure that My heavenly Daddy had hand in this day and helped me to face it.  And I am thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only He would answer my other questions !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess , all in good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-6486873027006981133?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/6486873027006981133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=6486873027006981133&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/6486873027006981133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/6486873027006981133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-1943.html' title='and 19:43 ..'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-5327287381684647303</id><published>2009-03-10T05:46:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T06:18:50.042+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hearing God&apos;s voice'/><title type='text'>05:46 in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SbXo5jqVmmI/AAAAAAAAADM/mtruRq7aOTE/s1600-h/YOU+ARE+HERE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SbXo5jqVmmI/AAAAAAAAADM/mtruRq7aOTE/s320/YOU+ARE+HERE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311407411076373090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quarter to six on this beautiful Tuesday morning, and I find myself in front of my PC again. I have just come back from cycling with my friend Neville aka &lt;a href="http://nevmcgyver.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mcgyver&lt;/a&gt;. I really enjoy these early morning cycling sessions , but I do find that I pay the price for them as well.  The thing is that in order to go cycling before work I need to get up at 4:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that in itself is not a problem. Especially if you go to bed at 20:00 like my dad. But.... The problem is that I don't. Even if I go to bed at 22:00 I find myself rolling around and being very awake till at least 00:30. And that leaves me with 4 hours of sleep a night. Which for me is way too little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find , that without enough sleep, I become irritable and depressed. I do not cope well with things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my new job. I have been moved from having to drive for 8 hours a day to having to sit in an office and do filing and excel spreadsheets for 8 hours. And I do not enjoy it.  Which makes me feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  know (and have been told by my mother) that I am intelligent. That I have a brain capable of solving problems and getting jobs done. I have proven that yesterday by redesigning one of our spreadsheets and effectively cutting my workload by 35%.  And all of this makes me feel guilty for preferring a mindless driving  job above something challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a couple of days there will be more cars running and enough work for everyone andI will be stuck in an office.  I just wish I could see God's plan for me in all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to get more sleep. Then I will probably cope better. And blogger will get less posts out of me. And I would not post pictures of mice inside snakes, and giggle uncontrollably when I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sorry about moaning like this. I just had to talk to somebody..... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(but that is another post on  its own)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS :  I sure hope my boss never reads this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-5327287381684647303?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/5327287381684647303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=5327287381684647303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/5327287381684647303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/5327287381684647303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/03/0546-in-morning.html' title='05:46 in the morning'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SbXo5jqVmmI/AAAAAAAAADM/mtruRq7aOTE/s72-c/YOU+ARE+HERE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-7369656112643473237</id><published>2009-03-09T17:53:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:35:37.609+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hearing God&apos;s voice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Another day draws to a close as I sit in front of my desk, staring at this empty screen and this keyboard full of dead letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts and emotions tumble through my mind , refusing to be captured and penned down.  This frustration with a another meaningless day in the office is underlined by an overwhelming sense of loneliness, punctuated and given meaning when I walk into this empty little space I call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I give to be able to just hold another human being till this loneliness dissipates. To be allowed to cook for two.  To watch Tv or listen to music in silence, just knowing the presence of another beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O what a sweet dream, this dream of companionship and intimacy.   This dream that I am not sure I am allowed to have. How I wish that God sent SMS's or telegrams.  What if this dream clashes with His will ? If only I could know, could share , in the dreams He has for me. If only I could know that somewhere in the future .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I battle with this fight inside me. This struggle to be content in the now. This struggle to remain positive and wait for His time.  I long to know where He needs me to go , and what He needs me to do.  I long to know his purpose and dream for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how having a soul mate and serving God , in my mind at least, seems directly opposed. But it is. It always has been in my life. This battle between 'seek ye first the Kingdom' and this  overwhelming need to love and be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me . Pray  that I will find His will and His answers. Pray for me as I seek his plan for my life . As I try to understand. As I battle through each day in the office. And as I strive to place Him first in my heart and my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-7369656112643473237?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/7369656112643473237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=7369656112643473237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/7369656112643473237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/7369656112643473237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-7822396821703451758</id><published>2009-03-08T19:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:44:53.473+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><title type='text'>I just could not resist !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SbQDqntDh_I/AAAAAAAAADE/NFx4E3NrZgM/s1600-h/Senior8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SbQDqntDh_I/AAAAAAAAADE/NFx4E3NrZgM/s320/Senior8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310873891324004338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am sorry !! really, but I just could not resist posting this when I saw it now !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-7822396821703451758?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/7822396821703451758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=7822396821703451758&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/7822396821703451758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/7822396821703451758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-could-not-resist.html' title='I just could not resist !!!'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SbQDqntDh_I/AAAAAAAAADE/NFx4E3NrZgM/s72-c/Senior8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-3829054192548427420</id><published>2009-03-07T10:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:38:19.850+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Some more exhibitionism</title><content type='html'>This morning , with yesterdays post on blogging still in my mind , I sat in front of my Pc and looked at my earlier blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a sucker for punishment , you are welcome to go and look at my previous blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://125-at-f8.blogspot.com/"&gt;125th @ f8 &lt;/a&gt;- starts my blogging experience in 2005. And then appears and disappears until 2007. where I then start a new blog called :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mev-dominee.blogspot.com/"&gt;The sometimes cynical opinions of Mev. Dominee&lt;/a&gt;. this ran from 2007 until early 2008. somewhere in the middle I changed the name to 'The bloggger formerly known as Mev Dominee'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always with Blogs it is best to start at the bottom and work up just to make sure that you keep a sense of chronology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway...  I have realized that blogging has become a part of my life. There were times when I blogged more , or less, but always I returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now , I can look back at about 4 years of blogging and see how I have grown. And reflect on the good and the bad times. And through it all I can see God working in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-3829054192548427420?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/3829054192548427420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=3829054192548427420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/3829054192548427420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/3829054192548427420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-more-exhibitionism.html' title='Some more exhibitionism'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-5503080779135621585</id><published>2009-03-06T17:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:27:13.977+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hearing God&apos;s voice'/><title type='text'>Leviticus .......</title><content type='html'>My friend Steven has written a post about &lt;a href="http://www.granville.co.za/2009/03/languishing-in-leviticus-and-numbed-by.html"&gt;Leviticus on his blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like Steven I have a similar one year Bible. And this morning I read this passage that knocked my socks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;3 " 'If you follow my decrees and are careful to obey my commands, 4 I will send you rain in its season, and the ground will yield its crops and the trees of the field their fruit. 5 Your threshing will continue until grape harvest and the grape harvest will continue until planting, and you will eat all the food you want and live in safety in your land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6 " 'I will grant peace in the land, and you will lie down and no one will make you afraid. I will remove savage beasts from the land, and the sword will not pass through your country. 7 You will pursue your enemies, and they will fall by the sword before you. 8 Five of you will chase a hundred, and a hundred of you will chase ten thousand, and your enemies will fall by the sword before you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 " 'I will look on you with favor and make you fruitful and increase your numbers, and I will keep my covenant with you. 10 You will still be eating last year's harvest when you will have to move it out to make room for the new. 11 I will put my dwelling place [a] among you, and I will not abhor you. 12 I will walk among you and be your God, and you will be my people. 13 I am the LORD your God, who brought you out of Egypt so that you would no longer be slaves to the Egyptians; I broke the bars of your yoke and enabled you to walk with heads held high.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say !!!!! What a promise !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-5503080779135621585?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/5503080779135621585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=5503080779135621585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/5503080779135621585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/5503080779135621585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/03/leviticus.html' title='Leviticus .......'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-2838691207703159398</id><published>2009-03-06T13:25:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:05:25.573+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Exhibitionism and voyeurism</title><content type='html'>Better know as Blogging and blog reading . ‘Cause let us face it . Blogging is a form of exhibitionism and reading blogs a form of voyeurism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let us start at the beginning.  The question in mind my mind that gave rise to the thought above was this : Why do we blog ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A question that I wondered about a lot in the last while. I can only answer for myself .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Blog beacsue I need to. It is a way for me to organize my thoughts. To Share my feelings and to bitch when things go wrong. Speaking off …. I used to bitch a lot on my blogs.  And I know why.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me backtrack a bit.  When I was younger I used to write. Nothing profound. Nothing that would ever have been published. But things that came from my heart. Things that dealt with my pain and struggles and joys. Personal things. Originally, when I started blogging , the plan was to write those things. But then I realized that the people who know me read my blogs. And that especially my (ex)wife  read my blog. And that the things I write had the potential to hurt her. And so I did not write the deep things. Stupid ,don’t you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my blogs changed into bitching pages. Moaning about things gone wrong , etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so for me , as I go into this new phase of my life , this would have to change. I have decided to be honest about and with myself. And to write what I feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of you , the reader , I ask this. Please do not take what you read on this blog personally. Please see in it my need to be honest with myself and about myself. Please understand that I do not write to hurt anybody. But that I write to share , who I am , what I feel , and where I am . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so , back to the question : Why do I blog ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blog , because I want people who know me to read. Because I want them to see a side of me that is sometimes so very well hidden. To share my pain and joy . I blog , because sometimes it is  easier to share what is inside than it is to do face to face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-2838691207703159398?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/2838691207703159398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=2838691207703159398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2838691207703159398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2838691207703159398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/03/exhibitionism-and-voyeurism.html' title='Exhibitionism and voyeurism'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-6371709422575935049</id><published>2009-03-05T12:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:02:32.293+02:00</updated><title type='text'>By Oliwenhuis....</title><content type='html'>Hier sit ek by oliwenhuis. My koffie is klaar. My huil is op (wel dalk nie heeltemaal nie). Die laksie het klaar kom bedel. Ek het almal gegroet en dis tyd om te ry. Terug na Uitenhage toe. Terug na verantwoordelikheid en roetine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ek stel uit. Ek bestel nog koffie. Ek luister bietjie langer na die laksie en die duiwe en die kindertjies wat op die gras speel. Ek lees net nog een storie uit Dana Snyman se boek wat my ma my geleen het.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En in my kop probeer ek sin maak van hierdie week in Bloem. Ek probeer die emosies en die reaksies verwerk. Nie soseer die ander mense s'n as my eie nie. En ek byt hard op my tande en kyk op na 'n denkbeeldige ding hoog bo, want hoe gaan dit lyk as 'n groot man , alleen by 'n tafel sit en huil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So probeer ek my emosies verwerk. Verwoord. En getrou aan hulle aard kom staan hulle een vir een om getel te word. Hartseer. Alleen. Verlange. Vrees.  En dan word ek bewus van die grootste en belangrikste emosie van almal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dankbaar. Dankbaar vir vriende wat nie moed opgegee het met my nie. Wat my nonsens opvreet en my aanvaar net soos ek is. Wat moeite doen en omgee. Wat verby my stukkende hart en stukkende selfbeeld en valse bravade  kyk en vir my omgee. En van hulle self gee om my te help heel maak. En ek is so onbeskryflik dankbaar. Dankbaar vir hierdie onverdiende genade, en liefde , en versorging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag ons Pappa julle seen vir alles. En mag ek eendag vir julle soveel beteken soos julle vir my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Ek wonder wat dink die mense rondom my as hulle sien hoe die trane op my selfoon se keyboard val. Maar dis ok. Dis danbaar trane. Elkeen van hulle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-6371709422575935049?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/6371709422575935049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=6371709422575935049&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/6371709422575935049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/6371709422575935049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/03/by-oliwenhuis.html' title='By Oliwenhuis....'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-4732205334428388213</id><published>2009-03-04T12:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:15:09.985+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hearing God&apos;s voice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>This tension of the soul</title><content type='html'>Today I  am forced to blog from my cell phone again.  I do not like blogging from my phone since the buttons are too small and I can not pound out my frustration and aggression on this small keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get to the title of this post. I find myself torn between doing (and finding God's will) and doing what I would like to do or think that I need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really , really need to find and do God's will in my life. And I find it so very difficult to know and find His will. And somewhere in this whole mix is my sexuality. My need for love and acceptance and intamacy. Not sex. Just intamacy.  A sense of belonging. Of selfworth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that it is so much easier to experience love and acceptance and intamacy from a fellow human being than it is to experience this from God. For me in any case. But i realize that before I do not experience and accept this from God , I will never be able to fully  experience this from another human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I am torn between my needs and God's will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to call this post 'torn', but that would have implied damage and hurt and pain. And I realized that that would not be entirely true. Whilst I am living in this tension I am not getting hurt or damaged.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this tension I grow. In this tension I learn.  It is difficult. And lonely. But I believe that through this , I will grow closer to God. And that I will grow stronger. And I realize that ultimately that is what I need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-4732205334428388213?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/4732205334428388213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=4732205334428388213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/4732205334428388213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/4732205334428388213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-tension-of-soul.html' title='This tension of the soul'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-4351953593391209057</id><published>2009-02-20T00:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:15:41.119+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Valentine's day follow up</title><content type='html'>ok, So I am back at home and behind my PC and seeing as I can now copy and paste I decided to go and find the lyrics of the song I mentioned last week and paste it here. So here is the 1st verse and chorus of 'Gotta be someone' by Nickelback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This time, I wonder what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;To find the one in this life, the one we all dream of&lt;br /&gt;But dreams just aren't enough&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be waiting for the real thing, I'll know it by the feeling&lt;br /&gt;The moment when we're meeting, will play out like a scene&lt;br /&gt;Straight off the silver screen&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be holding my own breath, right up 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;Until that moment when, I find the one that I'll spend forever with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nobody wants to be the last one there&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love with my life in their hands&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me like that&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nobody wants to do it on their own&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to know they're not alone&lt;br /&gt;There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me out there&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-4351953593391209057?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/4351953593391209057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=4351953593391209057&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/4351953593391209057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/4351953593391209057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-follow-up.html' title='Valentine&apos;s day follow up'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-8155024430290076203</id><published>2009-02-14T19:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:15:41.120+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Being wihout my laptop and far from my desktop I am forced to try and blog using my cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest problem with this is that i can not copy and paste text from other websites.&lt;br /&gt;If I could I would have copied and pasted the lyrics of a song called 'Gotta be somebody' from Nickelback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now I will ask you to google the song and read the lyrics, especially the first verse and chorus. I will post the lyrics in this post once I am back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-8155024430290076203?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/8155024430290076203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=8155024430290076203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/8155024430290076203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/8155024430290076203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-4303285902086897074</id><published>2009-01-25T13:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:15:41.120+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>Today I walked around in Greenacres shopping centre. And as I walked I looked at the people passing me in the passages. And I saw old people and young people and married couples and dating couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time I saw a couple pass me a question burned in my mind. " I wonder if he is happy?". "I wonder if she is happy?" . " I wonder if they are having problems?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the reason behind my questions is not some underlying cynicism, although I can be quite a cynic sometimes, but rather a question in my mind that says :" Can I and is it possible to find happiness , or a am I dreaming about something that is not possible ?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-4303285902086897074?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/4303285902086897074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=4303285902086897074&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/4303285902086897074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/4303285902086897074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/01/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-855421756168484285</id><published>2009-01-12T17:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:38:51.511+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>This is what I do .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SWtjNmgWpeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/COBDBx47skI/s1600-h/highspeedtest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SWtjNmgWpeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/COBDBx47skI/s320/highspeedtest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290431272602478050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive cars with stickers like this on their noses and tails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My official job description is "Endurance test Driver"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be honest though, it sounds a lot more glamorous than it is.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I am contract bound not to reveal any of the details of my job as far as types of cars , speeds , routes , etc , so this is the best I can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-855421756168484285?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/855421756168484285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=855421756168484285&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/855421756168484285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/855421756168484285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-what-i-do.html' title='This is what I do .'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SWtjNmgWpeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/COBDBx47skI/s72-c/highspeedtest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-3078775572395470569</id><published>2009-01-05T22:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:14:59.851+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The ups and downs of today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SWJ4OQVoNzI/AAAAAAAAACs/41vgFnTDBZ0/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SWJ4OQVoNzI/AAAAAAAAACs/41vgFnTDBZ0/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287921098785568562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I started my new job at VW. The job title is that of  'endurance test driver'. Will see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I spoke to my wife. And she is so down and depressed and scared and alone. And it breaks my heart. I wish that I could be there in Cape Town to help her , and assist her and care for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am 800 km's away and she has to deal with being without a car (it was stolen), and with trying to sort out the insurance. And with trying to find money for the insurance excess. And trying to find money to buy bread and milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am so far away. And apart from my computer I have nothing more left to sell to raise money to try and help her.... or keep myself alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment in time life sucks !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I will go and cry myself to sleep tonight. Maybe tomorrow looks better..... Maybe ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But , damn it, at this moment I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord.  ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-3078775572395470569?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/3078775572395470569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=3078775572395470569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/3078775572395470569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/3078775572395470569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/01/ups-and-downs-of-today.html' title='The ups and downs of today'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SWJ4OQVoNzI/AAAAAAAAACs/41vgFnTDBZ0/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-7791484038191536955</id><published>2009-01-03T18:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:50:51.876+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My new toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SV-XCyAUtCI/AAAAAAAAACk/51aVrBikiLI/s1600-h/nokia-e71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SV-XCyAUtCI/AAAAAAAAACk/51aVrBikiLI/s320/nokia-e71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287110561594913826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a toy !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-7791484038191536955?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/7791484038191536955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=7791484038191536955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/7791484038191536955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/7791484038191536955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-toy.html' title='My new toy'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SV-XCyAUtCI/AAAAAAAAACk/51aVrBikiLI/s72-c/nokia-e71.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-2307694295410365592</id><published>2008-12-05T20:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:12:30.589+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildlife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/STluUZrX39I/AAAAAAAAACc/G8RhGQgwKaE/s1600-h/capecobra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/STluUZrX39I/AAAAAAAAACc/G8RhGQgwKaE/s320/capecobra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276369735210491858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started a blog about my wildlife photos and experiences. I am planning to make wildlife a far larger part of my life in the future, and with this in mind I have decided to post the pics I take and the things I learn on a blog. Feel free to take a look at &lt;a href="http://wildlife.perfectpic.co.za"&gt;wildlife.perfectpic.co.za &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic of a Cape cobra was taken after it fled into a tree in an effort to hide from us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-2307694295410365592?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/2307694295410365592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=2307694295410365592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2307694295410365592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2307694295410365592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2008/12/wildlife.html' title='Wildlife'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/STluUZrX39I/AAAAAAAAACc/G8RhGQgwKaE/s72-c/capecobra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-1244421909576874660</id><published>2008-12-02T12:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:07:43.486+02:00</updated><title type='text'>On days like this ...</title><content type='html'>I fail so miserably at believing what my blog title says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On days like this I think about what lies ahead, and I look at the piles of unpaid bills , and I cringe when the phone rings and the display reads "ID withheld".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this burden becomes to much.  I become focused on my needs and fears. I become stressed out and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in all of this I make my God small. I limit Him to what I  believe is possible. And to what I believe He thinks of me and what I believe He thinks I am worthy of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that God is almighty and Loving. But somewhere I lose the plot and I believe that He is all of those things to others , but not to me. That I am different. That I do not deserve any of His love and Grace and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days are difficult. Some days really hurts. In fact some days really suck!&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then to top it all off, I feel guilty for having days like this. What a stupid cycle !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-1244421909576874660?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/1244421909576874660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=1244421909576874660&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/1244421909576874660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/1244421909576874660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-days-like-this.html' title='On days like this ...'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-9185286250758872401</id><published>2008-11-18T07:42:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:07:19.964+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>32</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJpkis3S4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/m6wfuwlfzj4/s1600-h/birth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJpkis3S4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/m6wfuwlfzj4/s320/birth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269890590488087426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as I turn 32 today I thought I would write a post of the 32 highlights of my life. one highlight for every year. The scary part was that I realized that there were quite a number of years that I would not be able to list highlights for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake - there were some .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like the day I met my wife. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The day we got married. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The day she was accepted as a probationary Methodist minister. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The day I got my first digital SLR camera. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;But surely not enough to make up 32. Especially not if I had to limit them to one per year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided that I would rather make another list. and even this one may take some thinking. So here we go :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 things you may not have known about me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Although ,by all accounts, I look mean , I have a very small heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not see myself as a particularly good photographer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am always surprised to see myself in a photo ( I never think of myself as so much bigger than most other people)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was the nerd at school (not the smart geek type, just the guy that everyone bullied)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I studied computer-systems-engineering for a year and then quit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Matric I wanted to be an air force fighter pilot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was Youth Pastor in the Dutch Reformed Church for a year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met my wife when she was dating my best friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I struggle to see God as a loving Father &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not have a very good relationship with my own father.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would love to own a motorbike. I have a softspot for the Honda Transalp 700&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would love to have a go at being a rally driver&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Christian music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Abba and classical music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I will listen to heavy metal (though still Christian Metal)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I google my name sometimes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to cook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At one stage after school I was super fit and won 32km cycle race against pros. I was on a borrowed mountain bike.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would like to start cycling again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate running (it hurts my back)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am very practically minded&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My first computer was a Commodore Vic 20. I was 8.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have designed at least 12 websites.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I could do any job in the world , I would like to be a Helicopter Pilot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to read Terry Pratchett's Discworld books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to sing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like new challenges but get bored once I have mastered them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have very few close friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not very good with money (and at the moment I am paying the price for my stupidity)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love gadgets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a thing for torches and flashlights. I have to really restrain myself from buying new ones when I see them in a store.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would like to learn to drive big interlink trucks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-9185286250758872401?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/9185286250758872401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=9185286250758872401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/9185286250758872401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/9185286250758872401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2008/11/32.html' title='32'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJpkis3S4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/m6wfuwlfzj4/s72-c/birth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-5552085917031807939</id><published>2008-11-17T19:34:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:41:43.544+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikes'/><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSGrN4M_2xI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ygp1SoovBJI/s1600-h/triumphcap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSGrN4M_2xI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ygp1SoovBJI/s320/triumphcap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269681293913742098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word of thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for taking the time to meet with us. Thank you for spending time to set our minds at peace and calm some fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being 'real' where so  many people and Christians are fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you that I know that Alet will be in safe hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your friendship, compassion and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for the cap. I will wear it with pride , knowing that a good friend gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you and guide you in this time ahead. May His will be done in the days and decisions that follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a privilege to call you my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-5552085917031807939?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/5552085917031807939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=5552085917031807939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/5552085917031807939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/5552085917031807939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2008/11/today_17.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSGrN4M_2xI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ygp1SoovBJI/s72-c/triumphcap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-4445926929121163732</id><published>2008-11-17T00:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:35:17.391+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the shack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>The Shack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSCd4v90FEI/AAAAAAAAABg/4nGiaIbBiZ4/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSCd4v90FEI/AAAAAAAAABg/4nGiaIbBiZ4/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269385162297447490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have recently read , as I am sure have many others, a book called 'The Shack' by William P Young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest , I read it in one day. Then cried my eyes out. Then started reading it again two days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not recommend this book enough. I do think that it is necessary to point out that the word 'shack' in a South African context has a negative connotation to it and that this 'shack' is  not the shack that South Africans have in mind.&lt;br /&gt;Whilst I am surely no great theologian , I will say that this book resonated with my soul and that I have read nothing in this book that I felt was ,if not biblically true then , not spiritually true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is: Leave your prejudice behind and read the book from beginning to end. It is awesome. I am sure that you will meet and experience , and maybe catch a glimpse into, the heart of God like never before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-4445926929121163732?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/4445926929121163732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=4445926929121163732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/4445926929121163732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/4445926929121163732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2008/11/shack.html' title='The Shack'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSCd4v90FEI/AAAAAAAAABg/4nGiaIbBiZ4/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-8548596812199580363</id><published>2008-11-15T15:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:16:08.193+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikes'/><title type='text'>I wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SR7JVHoWxuI/AAAAAAAAABY/L-Ocz6ZuW2E/s1600-h/cx500z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SR7JVHoWxuI/AAAAAAAAABY/L-Ocz6ZuW2E/s320/cx500z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268869978732807906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young my dad owned a Honda CX500 like this one. His was blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specs : 500cc V-Twin&lt;br /&gt;Liquid cooled&lt;br /&gt;Shaft Drive&lt;br /&gt;manufactured : '78 to '83&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice old bike. Lots of torque.Very forgiving.  My dad sold his bike for R2500 and I was mad at him for months. I learned to ride on that bike. And ever since I had a thing for the CX's. I have always wanted to own one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back I discovered one standing at an Engineering works here Uitenhage. Same colour and design as the one in the pic. It needs some work, and exhausts , but the otherwise it is not in bad shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have been dreaming and scheming and raking my brains for ways to acquire this bike.  And slowly I have come to the realization that I will not own this bike. There is just no way that I will be able to scrape together the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I will keep on dreaming. Maybe one day.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-8548596812199580363?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/8548596812199580363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=8548596812199580363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/8548596812199580363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/8548596812199580363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wish.html' title='I wish...'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SR7JVHoWxuI/AAAAAAAAABY/L-Ocz6ZuW2E/s72-c/cx500z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-8245765803926689150</id><published>2008-11-08T21:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:43:11.442+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 things'/><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>1. gone fishing&lt;br /&gt;2. Earned some money (thank you Father)&lt;br /&gt;3. had nice food to eat&lt;br /&gt;4..&lt;br /&gt;5..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so much harder than I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I know that I have so much to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Alet&lt;br /&gt;5. Jaco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-8245765803926689150?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/8245765803926689150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=8245765803926689150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/8245765803926689150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/8245765803926689150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2008/11/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-1210813126524079557</id><published>2008-11-08T21:36:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:23:19.206+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>I understand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SRXqmIc5G8I/AAAAAAAAABM/dBS_QMgUmWA/s1600-h/320095_0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SRXqmIc5G8I/AAAAAAAAABM/dBS_QMgUmWA/s320/320095_0.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266373280104258498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-1210813126524079557?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/1210813126524079557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=1210813126524079557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/1210813126524079557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/1210813126524079557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-understand.html' title='I understand.'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SRXqmIc5G8I/AAAAAAAAABM/dBS_QMgUmWA/s72-c/320095_0.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-4760796502405481065</id><published>2008-11-07T23:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:09:07.514+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 things'/><title type='text'>5 things a day</title><content type='html'>I have a little plug in on my web browser(Firefox) called "Stumble". Stumble allows me to specify things that interest me , and then by clicking on the stumble button it would direct me to random websites that deal with one of those interests . Very addictive to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But any way .. This evening I stumbled &lt;a href="http://www.boundless.org/2005/articles/a0001889.cfm"&gt;onto this site&lt;/a&gt; , with a very long story about the jewish feast of tabernacles. At the end of this post the author mentions how (s)he found that writing down 5 good things that (s)he expereienced per day , helped to keep him/her from depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that this was a good idea. And so I will also try to do two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. blog more regularly&lt;br /&gt;2. post 5 good things per day ( when I blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I experienced God thru the following 5 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I watched a movie with my wife called " Ouma se slim kind"&lt;br /&gt;2. I had coffee with my friend Neville and his wife.&lt;br /&gt;3. I listened to a couple of worship songs on my pc.&lt;br /&gt;4. I had coffee with my wife in a coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;5. Alet took Jaco to school this morning and I could stay in bed till late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing to note how hard I had to think to find these 5 things. Yet I realize that God blessed me with so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that my eyes will open and that I will see all the things I have to be thankfull for every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-4760796502405481065?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/4760796502405481065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=4760796502405481065&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/4760796502405481065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/4760796502405481065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-things-day.html' title='5 things a day'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-2737385211632753630</id><published>2008-10-04T16:26:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:43:02.812+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hearing God&apos;s voice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>God's Clown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 359px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/Hanno.prinsloo/SOd5U0QzKFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YTsntwqmNhE/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was stunned at how God used a clown to speak to me and Alet. We know this clown and after his show I went up to speak to him. When we made to leave he walked with us with the words "I just want to bless your wife"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then while speaking to us he made this balloon flower and gave it to Alet whilst writing on the leaf :Luke 12:24.   Me and Alet both had to swallow hard to stop the tears. Not that I think that he knew or noticed. But today God used a clown to speak to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so while he spoke to us/her he quoted these words :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;22 Then turning to his disciples, Jesus said, "So I tell you, don't worry about everyday life--whether you have enough food to eat or clothes to wear.&lt;br /&gt;23 For life consists of far more than food and clothing.&lt;br /&gt;24 Look at the ravens. They don't need to plant or harvest or put food in barns because God feeds them. And you are far more valuable to him than any birds!&lt;br /&gt;25 Can all your worries add a single moment to your life? Of course not!&lt;br /&gt;26 And if worry can't do little things like that, what's the use of worrying over bigger things?&lt;br /&gt;27 "Look at the lilies and how they grow. They don't work or make their clothing, yet Solomon in all his glory was not dressed as beautifully as they are.&lt;br /&gt;28 And if God cares so wonderfully for flowers that are here today and gone tomorrow, won't he more surely care for you? You have so little faith!&lt;br /&gt;29 And don't worry about food--what to eat and drink. Don't worry whether God will provide it for you.&lt;br /&gt;30 These things dominate the thoughts of most people, but your Father already knows your needs.&lt;/blockquote&gt; Luke 12: 22 - 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that Alet and I took away different things from this encounter. I will not comment on her side as I know that she will do so on her blog , but I will tell of my experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed that someone can be so in tune with God that God can use them to give us this message. I was stunned by the fact that God used this man and this flower to speak to us. And I was so touched by the love and care in this clown's voice while he spoke to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I met a clown and a man who lives close to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5418099340659880182-2737385211632753630?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/2737385211632753630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=2737385211632753630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2737385211632753630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/2737385211632753630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-clown.html' title='God&amp;#39;s Clown'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/Hanno.prinsloo/SOd5U0QzKFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YTsntwqmNhE/s72-c/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418099340659880182.post-5626011525587649377</id><published>2008-10-03T19:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:53:05.368+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The first post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;The first post on a new blog is always the most difficult. I have so much to say. But how to  start. And where to start. What to tell and what to leave. And so for now I will not say much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story I will tell. In due time. I am not much of a writer and so do not expect too much in the form of literary prose. I do not promise to post on a daily basis , but I will post occasionally. About things that bug me, or things that happen to me , or things I feel. An in all I hope that you will be able to see a normal human being trying to make sense of, and live life according to, God's will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418099340659880182-5626011525587649377?l=matthew6-25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/feeds/5626011525587649377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418099340659880182&amp;postID=5626011525587649377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/5626011525587649377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418099340659880182/posts/default/5626011525587649377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthew6-25.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-post.html' title='The first post'/><author><name>Hanno Prinsloo (only me)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470373304665778922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ehHZG7pjFY/SSJqdCm_-qI/AAAAAAAAACE/3niCiV3DDoY/S220/myself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
