<?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-1590024014822054710</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:09:14.377-08:00</updated><category term='Foundations'/><category term='Laugh'/><category term='family roles'/><category term='Imperfection'/><category term='Reality'/><category term='weaknesses'/><category term='Youtube'/><category term='barriers'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Pastor'/><category term='Sharing'/><category term='Lows'/><category term='Esther Hadassah'/><category term='Priorities'/><category term='Commitment'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='20 questions'/><category term='Comments'/><category term='Women'/><category term='Husbands'/><category term='Expectations'/><category term='Goodbye'/><category term='Dancing'/><category term='Hello'/><category term='understanding'/><category term='Roles'/><category term='Breaking up'/><category term='T.D Jakes'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='Resolution'/><category term='premarital counselling'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Past relationships'/><category term='anger'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Communication'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Leona Lewis'/><category term='Mr O'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='differences'/><category term='Choice'/><category term='Preparation'/><category term='knowing'/><category term='Kitchen'/><category term='Love languages'/><category term='Fitness'/><category term='Pastor D'/><category term='Single'/><category term='Musings'/><category term='speaking'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Fertility'/><category term='Purity'/><category term='Belief'/><category term='Being'/><category term='God&apos;s word'/><category term='Submission'/><category term='Before You Do'/><category term='likes/dislikes'/><category term='Selwyn Hughes'/><category term='extended family'/><category term='Welcome'/><category term='listening'/><category term='Wives'/><category term='Talking'/><category term='Loving leadership'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Learning'/><category term='Children'/><category term='Strengths'/><category term='Needs'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Personality types'/><category term='Oga'/><category term='strangers'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='questions'/><title type='text'>Before I Did</title><subtitle type='html'>Learning from yesterday, Enjoying Today, Expectant for tomorrow!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-1376582974437894371</id><published>2010-11-24T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T04:03:22.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Everybody knows...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I have a sort of mini crush on John Legend at the moment. I listen to songs, my friends are amazed at my ability to rattle off lyrics to as many songs as they can call up. The reason is that no matter how good the music is, the lyrics make me listen for the second time, third time...yeah I'm one of those that can keep a song on repeat indefinitely..lol!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Anyway I listened to this song and it struck a lot of chords within me. This is a great..let's make up song although that wasn't what drew me to it. It made me think about love and relationships and how we always say 'no one is perfect' and when people show us that they are not perfect...we punish them. No one is perfect so there's nothing like perfect love just 2 imperfect people who promise to do their best.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Every relationship is as unique as the 2 people that make it up...what 'everybody knows' may not work for you, yes there are basic principles and guidelines to enable relationships work but sometimes what it really takes it to make a promise that you will always give 'one more try'. I still stand by the fact that usually we give up to soon...yes Hadassah included. This definitely doesn't cover all situations, I know for sure that sometimes goodbye is the healthiest option.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When one walks away, you really need to feel that this time around 'one more try' wasn't just for both of you. Enough of my rambling..enjoy the song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c7NLq5Soq_E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c7NLq5Soq_E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It gets harder every day, but I can’t seem to shake the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I’m trying to find the words to say, please stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It’s written all over my face, I can’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Function the same when you’re not here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I’m calling your name but no one’s there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And I hope one day you’ll see nobody has it easy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I still can’t believe you found somebody new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But I wish you the best, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;‘Cause everybody knows, that nobody really knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;How to make it work, or how to ease the hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We’ve heard it all before, that everybody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Just how to make it right, I wish we gave it one more try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;One more try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;One more try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;'Cause everybody knows, but nobody really knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I don’t care what the people say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;They brought it all in anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Baby don’t fill up your head with he-said, she-said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It seems like you just don’t know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The radio’s on, you're tuning me out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I’m trying to speak, you’re turning me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And I hope one day you’ll see nobody has it easy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I still can’t believe you found somebody new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But I wish you the best, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;‘Cause everybody knows, that nobody really knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;How to make it work, or how to ease the hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We’ve heard it all before, that everybody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Just how to make it right, I wish we gave it one more try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;One more try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;One more try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;One more try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;‘Cause everybody knows, but nobody really knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oh I wish you’d understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm just an ordinary man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Wish that we had known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Everybody knows, but nobody really knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And I know one day you’ll see, nobody has it easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I still can’t believe you found somebody new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I wish you the best, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;‘Cause everybody knows, that nobody really knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;How to make it work, or how to ease the hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We’ve heard it all before, that everybody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Just how to make it right, I wish we gave it one more try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;One more try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;One more try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;One more try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;‘Cause everybody knows, but nobody really knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-1376582974437894371?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/1376582974437894371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=1376582974437894371' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/1376582974437894371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/1376582974437894371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2010/11/everybody-knows.html' title='Everybody knows...'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-5751149716945131250</id><published>2010-11-24T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T02:15:08.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being'/><title type='text'>Still here..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I just feel like giving everyone a big hug! Lol! How is everyone doing? I trust well. I just need to say a big thank you to regular readers like Blessing's Outlet, Myne Whitman, New Life, Koinonia and anons who take time to read my blog and offer encouraging support. I pray that you never cease to find strength when you need it and where you need it at all times in Jesus name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I realised that a friend of mine found this blog out and it was one of the reasons why I actually didn't want to blog on it anymore. Anyway I guess it doesn't matter, a lesson I have learnt about life is that what is hidden will eventually be revealed and no use worrying about what you can't change. I was talking to my aunty and she encouraged me to continue because one day I would look back on this blog and just shake my head in wonder at how I had grown or even have something to learn from it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I love writing and there is still that much to write and talk about isn't there so I guess Hadassah isn't going anywhere. It is refreshing to just share my thoughts on different things and get feedback from the world as well. So yes I'm here and I'm repenting from sporadic blogging...this place needs a clean up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Till later,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;XoXo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-5751149716945131250?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/5751149716945131250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=5751149716945131250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/5751149716945131250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/5751149716945131250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2010/11/still-here.html' title='Still here..'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-8197515684472384981</id><published>2010-10-07T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T06:51:32.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye'/><title type='text'>Hello or goodbye?</title><content type='html'>Hello people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for your encouraging comments, prayers and advice. I signed into the blog to post something once or twice but I really didn't know what to say anymore. This blog was really focused on a particular topic and now I really don't know what to say here anymore. I did consider just deleting it and erasing any iota of its existence but I thought that would be so rude. Although I haven't discussed with anyone off this blog, just the thought that you actually take time to read my ramblings makes me consider you a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its hello because I have been away for a while. It may be goodbye or goodbye for now as I consider what the next step is. Even if I continue blogging, it will be somewhere else so we may just be parting to meet. So many things happened over the last few months but suffice to say that IT IS OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I? Today, good, really good. There are different phases that I have been through, the sad days, the angry days (angry at him, me, even God sometimes....ask me what God did?), up days, down days. After a while I realised that I was laughing more than I was quiet. I caught myself laughing at a joke someone made and I stopped in the middle as if 'what's so funny, why are you laughing?' and I answered myself (no, I'm not going crazy yet) I'm laughing because I can, because I'm still here and because that joke is so funny! Life is about moments, some more precious than others, always unique, rarely repeated. There will only be one today 7/10/2010 and as my friend says 'a day without laughter is a day wasted'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret some things but this relationship although not successful made me learn some things about Esther...that commitment is a big word, its not for children. There were some things that I could not accept. What if I found out after we were married is a question I get asked sometimes? Honestly, I don't know, I'm sorry I don't. I used to think nothing would ever make me leave but its really difficult to hold on to someone who is not holding on to you. I told him when we finally did speak (after about 4 and a half months) that he made it very easy to walk away. I don't hate him, there's a way I will always be concerned about him but that is where the story ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find it strange when people come to me for relationship advice...even with all my warnings that I have been unsuccessful...lol! I tell them about my mistakes, about our good times. Never underestimate the power of communication. Its not about having conversations or spending hours on the phone. People who work in call centres spend hours on the phone, they're selling not bonding. Its about being able to be vulnerable and share those things you don't want anyone else to know about you. To be able to tell someone they hurt you or you love them and your thoughts about everything. It doesn't happen on day 1 but it is a commitment you must be willing to make. There is also a difference between a nice person and a responsible one. No one is perfect, give room for mistakes. My friend told me 'you don't know how much you love until love is required via forgiveness.' Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll continue this journey, maybe not. I must admit that there is a way life as a single person is interesting. Thanks for being part of the journey so far and I pray that your respective journeys are beautiful and you walk the path designed for you always. There are changing scenes and seasons but God always remains true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther Hadassah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-8197515684472384981?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/8197515684472384981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=8197515684472384981' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/8197515684472384981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/8197515684472384981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello-or-goodbye.html' title='Hello or goodbye?'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-1287651824976625895</id><published>2010-07-16T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T06:55:32.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Breaking up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Breaking up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;.....is not an event but a process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's about days where you wake up realising you never slept and wondering how to face yet another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's about ignoring calls from friends because no you don't really want to talk about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's also about being ignored by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1279304126_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;mutual friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;who don't know what to say or whether to take sides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's about crying randomly, as you drive, on the train, when someone mentions Ben and Jerry's or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1279304126_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Coco Chanel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's about lying when people ask how far you are going with wedding plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's about losing your confidence and questioning yourself if you really have what it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's about feelings of rejection hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's about wondering how to relate with 'ex' prospective in-laws especially when you like them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Breaking up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;..... is not an event but a process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's about picking yourself out of bed each day giving praise you are alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's about learning the difference between failing and being a failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's about knowing that there is at least one friend who always understands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's about growth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's about telling yourself you will love again, maybe not now but you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's about letting a Supreme love come and mend the broken pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's about facing the world again and embracing your purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I don't know how people do this without God. He is a rock and refuge to those who put their trust in Him. So if you've been there before don't worry there is light at the end of what usually seems like a very dark tunnel. It is well with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Thanks NewLife and everyone for everything. I am well, hopefully in coming days it will be 'bright and sunny here'..lol!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;God bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Xoxo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-1287651824976625895?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/1287651824976625895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=1287651824976625895' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/1287651824976625895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/1287651824976625895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2010/07/breaking-up.html' title='Breaking up...'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-8103990792001468653</id><published>2010-06-08T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T09:42:26.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking'/><title type='text'>Talking about it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Esther,I just went through this in my marriage,....... We worked through it sweetie and yes it was hard, what are you going to do Esther?, could this same situation happen if you were married, what would you do Esther, bail? I feel your pain, I really do and I promise I do not judge you. I totally agree that he has to step it up and fight for the relationship, examine how you told him you wanted a break, did he not object because he didn't care, he was frustrated himself, out of fear, or he felt betrayed that you would want to leave after everything you guys had. You have to talk, talk, talk. Even if you call it quits, you want to know that you know, that this relationship was not for you. I'm still very hopeful for your relationship for some reason. Keep praying darling, hand it all to God and listen when He speaks, letting go of your fears or pride if any. I'm really hopeful! &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;xoxox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a comment I received on my last post. Thanks so much &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;NewLife&lt;/span&gt;, I really appreciate the question, advice and prayer.&amp;nbsp;It gave me a lot of food for thought because I had thought along similar lines myself but wouldn't really say I came to a 'conclusion' so to speak. I've been asked, is it possible for us to get back together, academically, I would still say yes we can, if we are both willing to do what is required to make it work. However, there is a little girl inside who just wants to cut her losses (and they are great) and move on. That is me being honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, if we were married, would I bail? I would like to think not, I would like to believe I would honour the vows that I had made and stick with the marriage. I do ask myself what I would have done different if we were married but then the truth still remains that we are not married so it is a bit difficult for me. All in all, even though I do not think going on breaks is a good thing, sometimes people need time to cool off, to assess what's really important, to realise the role that the person plays in their lives. When I suggested the break, a part of me thought that he would fight it, but in a sense we were already on break as we weren't speaking at that time. Phone calls went unanswered and &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;unreturned&lt;/span&gt; and I thought that the relationship was just one more pressure in an already stressful situation so maybe taking that off the table would enable him sort out other stuff, he'd used the phrase 'pushing him' so I just felt it was better to leave things alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did try to 'talk, talk,talk' but the timing was never right and honestly to me there's just so much I felt I could do at the time. His response was that he could not speak or contact me for the next 3 months when he would have more time from school. I lost a family member during this time, I sent him a text and I got a text back. Not a phone call and not a visit. I get upset and angry with people but never would I even think of reacting to a situation like that. &amp;nbsp;I spoke to a family member of his, he got upset with the person. I don't usually recommend family but I didn't really feel like speaking to his friends and I actually realised how few we had in common! I could wait for the 3 months but I knew that a part of me would always resent the fact that yet again we were working with his own life time table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was angry with him at a time but honestly now I'm not. Sometimes, people are not just in a place where they can commit to being in a relationship and I can accept that. There is a bit of fear as well, because honestly I tried to&amp;nbsp;look into the future and wonder if we&amp;nbsp;could face challenges as a couple and I&amp;nbsp;just couldn't see it. Maybe we gave up too soon.&amp;nbsp;Sometimes, I felt like an 'enabler' which is different from supporting. Growth involves living with the consequences of our actions. A plant left unattended will wilt and die, I kind if feel our relationship was like that. I just got tired of me wanting to speak, him wanting to keep quiet. We should try and find a way to meet in the middle. A big part of me wanted to see some effort on his part, I didn't see it. I told God, I was going to pray and leave things be, just let go of everything. Since God speaks, if he really is the one I believe God will show me and tell me and I pray He will give me the strength to overcome all obstacles and be mature in the way I handle things. Life is uncertain, what we are certain of is that we will face storms, we can't keep going back and forth as we have been doing. I'm trying to write a balanced account but I feel like I'm heaping all the blame on him which I don't want to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So darling, thanks for the encouraging words. I'll keep posting and if anything changes, the blog will be the first to know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-8103990792001468653?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/8103990792001468653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=8103990792001468653' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/8103990792001468653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/8103990792001468653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2010/06/talking-about-it.html' title='Talking about it..'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-639407454858249216</id><published>2010-06-05T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T03:51:27.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr O'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foundations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esther Hadassah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>From the Foundations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the foundations are being destroyed, what can the righteous do? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbs 11:2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-St. Augustine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think that quote is so powerful, wow! I think I'm going to print it and frame it. A big part of failing forward is assessing the reasons for the failure in the first instance. Letting go of the past does not mean to entirely forget what happened, for if I do not know my mistakes how can I ensure I do not repeat it? It is hard sometimes because to separate the reflection from the emotions that come with it but I guess I try and find a balance so that it's not about over analysing and getting stuck in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I've said before that one of the biggest mistakes any couple can make is thinking 'This could never happen to me'. It's not about waiting for a storm to hit, but anticipating that a storm may come and building accordingly. It is very difficult to build in the presence of&amp;nbsp;a storm so we should take precautions before hand. A lack of communication was a big barrier in the 'last days'. Communication is more than having a conversation but being able to say what you mean and what you really mean. The truth even when said in love may hurt but it is our responsibility to speak the truth always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The last few months of last year going into this one had really been quite busy with respect to our individual academic/career goals and this allowed some cracks begin to show. We had stopped the counselling classes (funny enough we were about to go into the communication bit) as Mr &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;O's&lt;/span&gt; schedule couldn't accommodate it. Honestly, this was not a problem for me as we had attended some and we could use the opportunity to start practicing what we had learnt so far? I think we were just existing, doing our own things. At the beginning of this year, I told him that even though we were busy we needed to try and make the time. Its not about meeting up every day but about making most of the time when you do meet up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have this saying that 'I don't mind fighting, as long as we fight fair and stick to the rules.' I won't say I have never raised my voice in an argument, or him either but an unwritten agreement is for both parties never to raise their voices at the same time and strange enough this has only happened once. To disagree in of itself is not a bad thing because it shows we are human and we are different but when we do disagree, our actions tell a lot about the person within. I didn't like the man I saw, neither did I like some things in the woman I saw either. I have learnt that patience is indeed a virtue and&amp;nbsp;I must rely on God for an eternal supply to enable me to cope with the reality of what relationships require. Change is a gradual process. I felt that the relationship was more a priority for me than it was for him and suggested we take a break. Maybe that was a mistake but he didn't disagree. I just got tired of coming up with suggestions on how to make it work, going for counselling e.t.c and just decided to leave it be. Time couldn't be made to even ask and seek for help. In one of my last communications to him, I told him that the effort you make in saving something that is dying shows how much its worth is to you. In the end, I felt it wasn't worth very much, definitely not worth making the sacrifices required.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Relationships take commitment, maybe I wasn't as committed as I should have been. True, but I choose not to dwell on the past. Hopefully, I'm a little bit more mature now. I made a decision never to keep quiet because I think my words may hurt but to pray first and then speak, whether the words want to be heard or not because its better to get feelings out in the open than leave things to fester. A lack of communication is that thread that gets unravelled and begins to unravel everything else. Writing this post was hard..I want to write about happy things. I think I'll just continue answering the twenty questions from the next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Till later &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;XoXo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-639407454858249216?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/639407454858249216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=639407454858249216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/639407454858249216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/639407454858249216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2010/06/from-foundations.html' title='From the Foundations'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-303640250549345613</id><published>2010-05-21T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T17:07:52.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failing forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't interfere with good people's lives;don't try to get the best of them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how many times you trip them up,God-loyal people don't stay down long; soon they're up on their feet,while the wicked end up flat on their faces. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proverbs 24:15-16 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“To love is to risk not being loved in return. To&amp;nbsp;hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Beautiful people in &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Blogville&lt;/span&gt;, I am overwhelmed by the love and care you have shown. I keep coming back to read the comments and they make me smile. I don't know what to say except Thank you. Thank you for the encouragement and thanks for the prayers. To think that I almost deleted this blog, well the story continues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, failing forward. Over the past few months, I have experienced a wave of emotions. Breaking up is very similar to mourning, there is denial, there is anger, there is guilt, there is depression and sadness, mixed with a lot of tears before coming to a place of acceptance. I really don't know what I would do without having Jesus in my life. My God who is my refuge in the storm, it is true what the word says about Him giving us a peace that passes all understanding. Some days I feel as if I'm watching a movie and what has happened was to someone else and not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would say the most overwhelming feeling I had was one of failure. Yes, I've read books about failing, how everyone fails at something, how failing does not make one a failure and how Thomas Edison didn't give up on the light bulb after x amount of attempts! I guess there's a difference between knowing a fact academically and living it out as truth. But I did feel like a failure, a very big one at that! Here I was writing a blog about preparing myself spiritually, emotionally and mentally for marriage and then we break up!.....I just wanted to stay in bed and never get out and show my face again. Failure has always been one of my greatest fears. I hate to fail, I'm not one of those super competitive types that is determined to win at all costs but I'll admit I'm one of those annoying ones in class who cries when she gets a B grade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a point, I thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown, I've always been a private person and I was just going through the process alone instead of reaching out to friends to pray with me and encourage me. I've learnt so much during this period, God opened my eyes to people He had brought along my path and just their presence alone sometimes just gave me that added strength to make it through the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thank God for God. I may have failed at this, I admit I did make some mistakes but I am so encouraged by that Bible verse. It was like God was saying to me 'Why do you focus on when you fell and how many times you fell and how you fell and not on the fact that you are able to stand up, dust your shoulders and keep stepping? You might be injured when you fall, but remember that I am a Balm in Gilead! Focus on standing up after you fall, fail forward.' &amp;nbsp;I realised then that I'm only a failure if I allow the event to stop me from living my very best life and also if I keep repeating the same mistakes over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I chose to fail forward, to take time to God-analyse (not self-analyse anymore) the events and circumstances leading up to the break up and asking God for wisdom and guidance as to what to do next. I chose to fail forward and spend time in communion with God, to talk to Him about things and allow Him do His will in my life. I chose to fail forward to realise that my whole life did not consist of being in this relationship and while it did bring pain, it also brought joy. Also, there were so many other things that God had in store for me so I had to get out of bed, ask God for His joy to be my strength and get to stepping! I chose to fail forward and ask God for the grace to help me deal with the anger, to help me deal with the guilt, not to allow bitterness set in so my heart would be free to love the way He wants me to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The choice to fail forward is one I'm making daily now. I'm asking God for directions every step of the way as I fulfill His divine purpose for my life. His Word says that He is able to work all things together for the good of them that love Him and are called according to His purpose, that His plans for me are good to give me a future and a hope. I've always said I believed His word and now is the time to live like I do. My encouragement is that where ever you feel you have experienced failure or disappointment, just give it to Jesus. The enemy only wins when you stop, not when you fall. Stand up, dust your shoulders and get to stepping.&amp;nbsp;He can give you grace to do what you thought was impossible. Fail forward!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;XoXo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Esther &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Hadassah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-303640250549345613?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/303640250549345613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=303640250549345613' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/303640250549345613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/303640250549345613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2010/05/failing-forward.html' title='Failing forward'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-7098621072346837729</id><published>2010-05-18T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T07:51:59.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breaking up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Changes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;tarnishings&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Anais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Nin&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First things first, I must begin by apologising to the readers of this blog for disappearing for so long. The past few months have been a bit of a &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;rollercoaster&lt;/span&gt; and although I did come here from time to time. I was just unable to write anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I came across the quote above, it just aptly summarised what happened to me and to us. I promised myself I would always be honest on this blog and I must admit that at a point I just wanted to delete it and start a new story, forgetting what lies behind and pressing on. However, I realise that life is a story that is made of different chapters and that even when the plot takes an unexpected twist, it doesn't mean the end of the story. My best friend always tells me that the story is never over until The Story teller writes 'The End' and I'm inclined to agree and therefore the story continues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At this point, I and Mr O have decided not to continue with our relationship. I have prayed and I have cried but I have decided to let things be and stop fighting because even though it doesn't make a lot of sense, I believe that it is the way it should go. I think I will try and talk about what happened as I go along. I once heard a message on preventing marital failure and the first point the pastor gave on the biggest mistakes a couple can make is 'thinking it could never happen to us'. That's dangerous. He also said it's about expecting the best for your relationship while preparing for the worst. Another very important point is that although there is no way you can meet someone who thinks exactly like you because we are all unique, it is very important both partners use similar scripts or read from the same page because it helps in decision making and in conflict resolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't think there is any relationship that cannot be saved but it requires both parties being willing to make the sacrifices necessary to make it happen. Both of us have lessons to learn but I believe there are some things that are best left to God to handle in one's life, we must accept people as they are with their strengths and weaknesses but we must also be honest. I know I overlooked some things I should have probed further and earlier as much in him as in myself. I've been asking myself some deep questions over the past few weeks, I don't claim to always have answers or always be right but I've just decided to trust God and allow Him to lead and guide me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I'm not really sure what direction this blog is going to take now. As a dear big sister told me, 'No matter what happens, whether you get back together or not, you have grown, you have learnt, you have loved, you are a better person for it, so don't feel like the time spent was a waste because it isn't.' I don't always agree with her but well as the Spirit leads I guess. I'm fiddling with the template for now but I'm back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wrote this a while ago, just expressing my thoughts going through the process. Hopefully, my next post will be a bit upbeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not a day goes by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not a day goes by &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I do not think of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes it's a flash of recognition&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A symbol, a scent, a song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other times a full length movie with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Changing places, changing faces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not a day goes by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I do not think of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Held in your embrace, walking hand in hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other times, most times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arguments back and forth, cold silences&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not a day goes by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I do not think of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although I lie when friends ask&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laughing as I say time heals all wounds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that I'm moving on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When what I do everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is think of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not a day goes by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I do not think of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going back in time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To plans, hopes and dreams shared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking ahead to a path I must take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That does not have you in it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where we has become you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not a day goes by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when I do not think of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I must learn to occupy my thoughts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With truth, purity and good reports&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I focus my thoughts back on Him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who enables me put all other thoughts in perspective&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(c) Ester &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Hadassah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Till later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-7098621072346837729?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/7098621072346837729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=7098621072346837729' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/7098621072346837729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/7098621072346837729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2010/05/changes.html' title='Changes..'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-8146691348079979503</id><published>2010-03-01T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:39:30.246-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commitment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leona Lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Whatever it takes</title><content type='html'>Hi people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry I have really been neglecting this blog but so much has been happening and I need to take some time to sort myself out! Trust you're doing good. This song ministers to me on those days when I feel like throwing in the towel! Sometimes it takes a lot, sometimes a little but we need to make the decision to do whatever it takes to forge ahead. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r0xwDwgVQYY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r0xwDwgVQYY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes..Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People say love&lt;br /&gt;Comes and goes, but&lt;br /&gt;They don't understand&lt;br /&gt;What they don't know&lt;br /&gt;Cause, what I feel starts&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside&lt;br /&gt;It's planted like a seed&lt;br /&gt;That springs into life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it's not right&lt;br /&gt;And we move too fast&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know the meaning&lt;br /&gt;Of what we have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it is, I'll fly&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes, I'll try&lt;br /&gt;So don't pay no mind&lt;br /&gt;To what other people say&lt;br /&gt;Whenever it is in my life&lt;br /&gt;Know that I will be on time&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know why&lt;br /&gt;There's no standing in our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're far and&lt;br /&gt;We're apart&lt;br /&gt;I'm really missing you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it's not right (it's not right)&lt;br /&gt;And it won't last (it won't last)&lt;br /&gt;No point believing&lt;br /&gt;What we have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it is, I'll fly&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes, I'll try&lt;br /&gt;So don't pay no mind&lt;br /&gt;To what other people say&lt;br /&gt;Whenever it is in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on time&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know why&lt;br /&gt;There's no standing in my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're lost&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna find you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause without you&lt;br /&gt;I'll break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;And you know why&lt;br /&gt;I wanna surround you&lt;br /&gt;With all my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it is, I'll fly&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes, I'll try&lt;br /&gt;So don't pay no mind&lt;br /&gt;To what other people say&lt;br /&gt;Whenever it is in my life&lt;br /&gt;Know that I will be on time&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know why&lt;br /&gt;There's no standing in my way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-8146691348079979503?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/8146691348079979503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=8146691348079979503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/8146691348079979503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/8146691348079979503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2010/03/whatever-it-takes.html' title='Whatever it takes'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-4030675113441449137</id><published>2010-02-17T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T07:53:52.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Love is you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pAbBPiYEzS0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pAbBPiYEzS0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's your definition of it? How's it make you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what'd you say that truly makes it real&lt;br /&gt;Kings and queens, philosophers have tried so hard to find&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what it means to you, dear, never mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is kind when the world is cold&lt;br /&gt;Love stays strong when the fight gets old&lt;br /&gt;Love is a shoulder to lean on, love is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's like the water when the well runs dry&lt;br /&gt;Quench my thirst, keep me alive&lt;br /&gt;Just need one sip, baby, love is you&lt;br /&gt;Love is you, love is you, love is you, love is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible there's a kiss that's so divine?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just too fool? Is it all in my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Is there something chemical? A scientist might say&lt;br /&gt;Well, love must be drug to make me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause love is my permission to be who I am&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the business 'cause you understand&lt;br /&gt;Freedom to breathe, oh baby, love is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's like a kiss when the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;Holds me tight when no one's around&lt;br /&gt;Love's what I wanna hold on to, love is you&lt;br /&gt;Love is you, love is you, love is you, love is you&lt;br /&gt;Love is you, love is you, love is you, love is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is kind, it makes me stronger&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to look no longer&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I'd cling to, love is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the chips are down&lt;br /&gt;Love will stick around&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I found, love is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masters have tried to clarify&lt;br /&gt;Love's quite simple, it's just my guide&lt;br /&gt;A perfect definition&lt;br /&gt;Love is you, love is you, love is you, love is you, is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is you by Chrisette Michele&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-4030675113441449137?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/4030675113441449137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=4030675113441449137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/4030675113441449137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/4030675113441449137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-you.html' title='Love is you..'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-7062159049471546211</id><published>2010-02-15T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T02:03:32.193-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love is a verb..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love&lt;/em&gt; 1st Corinthians 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, in all its forms is a beautiful thing. The love God has for us demonstrated in the sacrificial giving of His Son, the love of a husband for his wife as he pretends his eyes are just misty as she walks down the aisle on her dad's arm, the love of a mother for her newborn as she coos and sings and rocks him gently to sleep. The love of a friend who sits in the waiting room praying that when the doctor walks in it will be good news. Love, in all its forms is a beautiful thing but like all beautiful things, maintenance requires hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a beautiful flower that is appreciated by all, it is easy to forget that it all begun with the death of a seed, being buried unnoticed in the dirt, the sun shining, the rain falling before the manifestation of what is beautiful. Sometimes relationships are like that, going through the daily grind of keeping it working can be tasking but we must keep at it. I read 1st Corinthians 13 and I'm like am I really like that, honestly, no but I'm committing to working at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green grass requires work to keep it shining, no use looking at the other side wishing that was what you had. I'm learning about embracing seasons, sometimes love doesn't come as natural to me, sometimes I don't 'feel' the love, at those times I think it's even more important to remember that love is a verb, something one does much more than something one feels. So if you are at a point where you don't feel anything, just do something, say something, cook something, write something, pray something, take the little steps to get to where you want to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time, one day at a time and very soon you'll be the green grass that everyone wants. That's my goal now and with God's help I'm working towards it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for Mr O, no man has the ability to make me smile as much (or frown as much), no man has made me laugh as much (well, or cry as much) but I thank you because overall he is the man you made me for, the man you keep working in me for, the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. Help him be the man you created him to be. Teach us how to love each other and keep our relationship strong in Jesus name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray the same for others who walk this path!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later,&lt;br /&gt;XoXo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-7062159049471546211?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/7062159049471546211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=7062159049471546211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/7062159049471546211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/7062159049471546211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-verb.html' title='Love is a verb..'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-77155993566710190</id><published>2010-02-08T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:57:06.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breaking up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><title type='text'>Irrelevant strangers</title><content type='html'>I am sitting across you unable to keep eye contact. I feel your eyes on me, looking at me, willing them to stare back into yours so you can see what your words are doing. My ears are listening to what your mouth is saying but it is becoming confusing as for each sentence and phrase my mind creates another and I am obliged to listen to you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't working, you say, you need some space to find yourself but my head is also asking if it isn't working because of her, if you are finding yourself with her. Somewhere along the conversation I realise I have lost you, it must have been somewhere between the 'Its not you, its me' and 'I hope this does not affect our friendship and our business'. I want to laugh at this point but fear how it would look. I feel you waiting for me to burst into tears and honestly I'm waiting for it too. It's funny as I watch us both destroy so quickly what we've built in the last decade. I see beyond your shoulder to Daddy's 'I told you so' and Mummy's shocked look as she realises I might not need the dress after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did we become irrelevant strangers, you and I? When did we stop caring? When did we stop listening and touching and noticing? When did we stop speaking? When did summer's heat become winter's freeze? When..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you cut through the conversation between myself and I and I hear you tell me how it will all be ok because I am so strong, one of the things you loved most about me you say as you get the bill and I realise we are using past tense already. The evening is over and so are we. I open my mouth to speak but can't will my lips to separate. Pride prevents the tears from falling, at least on the outside! At the tube station, I convert the embrace to a perfunctory handshake as you head west and I east, signalling our future, travelling in opposite directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh then because I feel I can but then it comes; that pain that goes from my chest to my belly in the fraction of a second. It is then the tears start to fall. The tears speak, telling me I am human and externalising my pain, what they fail to tell me is that they will never stop, at least not for months to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-77155993566710190?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/77155993566710190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=77155993566710190' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/77155993566710190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/77155993566710190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2010/02/irrelevant-strangers.html' title='Irrelevant strangers'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-7005070021220892541</id><published>2010-01-18T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:51:36.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 questions'/><title type='text'>What do we believe?</title><content type='html'>Hi people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you doing? Hope you're living, loving and learning! I'm just imagining the amount of information out there on blogville, esp about relationships, it's all good. My biggest prayer is that I live out what I believe, in Jesus name. Amen. A new day, a new question. I decided to send my answer to my last question on things Mr O does that annoy/like and he was pleasantly surprised. I'm not sure I want him to read my blog though he may well find it now but I think I'll do a better job of communicating TO him what I communicate ABOUT him and us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where do you stand on faith?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the fact that he used faith, faith implies you believe something. It's not just about ticking an option under the heading religion. It asks the question 'What do you believe?' I believe many things but I think the most important thing I believe is in God, the Almighty God, that He created me and He has a purpose for my life. I believe in Jesus Christ, God who became man and dwelt amongst us, died for me, rose again and went to be with the Father whilst always keeping an eye out for me. I believe in the Holy Spirit, that He is a Counsellor, a Helper, I believe I should grow in His fruit and also His gifts. I believe in prayer, in speaking the word, in fasting, in worship, in praise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My faith is in God because all else may fail but never Him. When it comes to faith, I believe both partners should be on the same page, not so much in intensity/fervour for we chase and run at different paces but the passion should be there. I believe in tolerance but I know I couldn't marry someone of a different faith. I just think it's one of those areas you should be on the same page on. Feel free to disagree with me, I believe there are enough things to discuss about without debating on whether God exists or if good works equates with salvation. A lot of decisions I make are based on my faith, my value systems are based on mostly on a Biblical perspective. I'm not perfect but by God's grace I try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd always thought I would marry a 'very spiritual' man, funny thing is that I never actually defined what spiritual meant! Lol! I think I always got the impression from what I heard that as the role of the husband is to be the priest of his home, he had to be like super duper deep and super duper deeper in the things of God than I was. I think I've stepped away from that thinking because I try to look at people in general as all in equal need of the grace of God and spirituality is more of an inner behaviour than outward. I'd rather a man that only prayed the Lord's prayer morning and night than someone who was revered in the church and beat me at home! Also, from what I see, women tend to have this passion for Christ that I don't come across as often in men but then maybe I am somewhat biased!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and Mr O don't pray as often as I would like, we don't attend the same church but we do go to church together once in a while and I know he loves God. We don't agree on some things but we are growing and learning. I believe faith and church are different things, I find it amusing when people automatically assume I will start attending his church when we get married. I'm not saying I won't but I know I will prefer not to, I enjoyed Pastor's counselling sessions but I've attended the church and just didn't relax in the atmosphere, to a certain degree we carry our own atmosphere with us but I just would rather we worshipped somewhere else. We are still praying about it and have not made a final decision but for now we are looking at attending a different church from where either of us worship at present. I think it's important to go to church together, it's good for the couple, we both hear what Pastor said, it's also a great environment for children to grow up in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However my prayer is that we both as individuals continue to thirst and pant after God, so that we can encourage each other as a couple. I pray for him to be a man after God's heart and that he will teach the next generation about the things of God.&lt;br /&gt;I believe faith is the centre of all things especially for me because I don't think I can succeed in this relationship without Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get talking because the words that proceed from the mouth signify what the heart believes. We can talk 'churchese' for a while but after a period of time the real deal begins to come forth. I guess as long as we are on the same main page we can keep talking, praying and compromising on the letters where we have different views as long as we remember that God and the Bible have the last word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-7005070021220892541?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/7005070021220892541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=7005070021220892541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/7005070021220892541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/7005070021220892541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-do-we-believe.html' title='What do we believe?'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-732771652208331629</id><published>2010-01-15T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T11:12:57.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>We will dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Jqkui2vIKo&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Jqkui2vIKo&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song came up on my Ipod this evening and it really spoke to me, sometimes love can be like a dance, sometimes in rhythm, sometimes out but we make a committment to always keep dancing. Hope this song blesses you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've watched the sunrise in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I've seen the tears fall like the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've seen me fight so brave and strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've held my hand when I'm afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've watched the seasons come and go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll see them come and go again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But in winter's chill, or summer's breeze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One thing will not be changin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We will dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the sun is shining&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the pouring rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll spin and we'll sway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we will dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the gentle breeze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Becomes a hurricane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The music will play&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll take your hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hold you close to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we will dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes it's hard to hold you tight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes we feel so far apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes we dance as one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And feel the beating of each others heartsS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ome days the dance is slow and sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some days we're bouncing off the walls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how this world may turn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our love will keep us from fallin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we will dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the sun is shining&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the pouring rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll spin and we'll sway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we will dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the gentle breeze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Becomes a hurricane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The music will play&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll take your hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hold you close to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we will dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The music will play&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll hold you close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I won't let you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even when our steps&lt;br /&gt;Grow weak and slow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still I'll take your hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hold you close to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we, will dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Curtis Chapman (All about love)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-732771652208331629?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/732771652208331629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=732771652208331629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/732771652208331629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/732771652208331629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-will-dance.html' title='We will dance'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-9208693008935460864</id><published>2009-11-22T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T14:24:07.564-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='likes/dislikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 questions'/><title type='text'>I like you but not always what you do</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy New Year, welcome to 2010! I pray this will be a year of better things in the mighty name of Jesus. Wow, that was a long break! Never really thought that I would be gone for so long. So I'll continue with the twenty questions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What annoys you the most about me? What do you enjoy the most about being with me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over the past few months, I'm slowly beginning to live out the knowledge about relationships I have been gathering over the years. Every book I have read, every conversation I have had always alludes to the same point, that no one is perfect, not me and not Mr O. I say it all the time but struggle to deal with the reality of what that means sometimes. I have really been working on deepening my relationship with the Lord, He is perfect because God always understands! Marriage is made up of an imperfect man and an imperfect woman who are committed to loving perfectly and bound by God's perfect love which makes them a three fold cord that is not easily broken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the things I have learnt about my wonderful Mr O is that he is hesitant to talk about things he doesn't like about me, maybe I'm really that scary..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! Over time, I'm beginning to learn more about non-verbal communication, that someone doesn't say something doesn't mean they haven't said anything. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, Esther, what do you mean? Remember when you were out and playing the fool, Mama never had to say nothing, just a slight incline to the eye brow meant something, she could even be smiling but you knew that if the eyebrows went above a certain threshold, your behind was gonna be a bit sore before you went to bed! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If he likes something, he says it, so when he keeps quiet I can pretty much guess he doesn't like it. On one hand, I believe that strong relationships, no matter what type should be able to handle the TRUTH. There should be the freedom to say things your partner doesn't necessarily want to hear without any fear of repercussions for such expression. I'm learning to be careful about how I respond to criticism because I don't want him to feel that he can't say something because I'm going to blow off. I might get upset but maturity involves dealing with criticism by seeing it for what it is, learning from it or putting it aside and most importantly moving on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The things I love about Mr O, I'm sure I must have mentioned in a previous post but well you can never say good things too much and I can always come back here to read it on those days when I get.....oh well! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr O is patient with me, he lets me hog the remote (as long as Prison Break is not on, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!), He's not the type that sits in the living room while the Mrs slaves away in the kitchen and does all the household chores as well. One day I sent a message to Mr &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;O's&lt;/span&gt; mum thanking her for the work she did in raising such a well mannered man because I know I am reaping a lot of benefits of her hard work. I enjoy being with him because when he is around I relax, I tend to worry a lot and just hearing him say It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; or just something makes me put my mind at rest. Especially when I'm travelling, I tend to panic a bit, always checking to see I've got my ticket, passport and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mastercard&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! He always tries to make sure we go to the airport together and he stays until I go past security. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, all this just makes me feel like giving him a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr O can make me laugh, we gossip a lot and there's this funny way his eyes go when we see some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wierd&lt;/span&gt; stuff happening around us and we can't really make any comments about it there and then. I love the way he relates with my family, if you come to my home you'll think he's my mum's son which he is but you can't really tell who is the child or prospective in-law, this has always been important to me because marriage is about becoming one with your partner but realising as an independent unit you are also part of a bigger picture!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the way he encourages me when I am down, the way he remembers me in little things and tolerates my obsession with the colour brown. I enjoy being with him because he brings things to the table I have no idea about, I call him Mr Posh because he knows all these facts and all such things, how to sit, all etiquette &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;do's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;don'ts&lt;/span&gt;! Sometimes I just look at him and say wow!! I love the fact that he gives me the space to be who I am, to be an individual, yes we are a couple but sometimes we just need space to connect with God or with ourselves. Mr O is a generous person, he gives and not just to me. He's one of those people who find it hard to say no to people which I'm not entirely sure is a good thing because sometimes I think people do take advantage of the fact. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So well, what do I find annoying? Strange enough, like most women say. It's the little things, the little foxes that spoil the vine. It's those messages that don't get responded to, the feeling of being 'kept outside' of his life when he's facing challenges and bigger issues like budgeting or lack thereof, not taking the time to understand what I'm saying when it's something he doesn't really want to hear. In recent times I have made a decision to discuss and resolve issues as they arise. I was chatting with a friend recently and she said she attributes the success of her marriage to the ability of both her and her husband to say what needs to be said in love even when the other person is not going to be happy to hear it. That's a guideline I'll be willing to follow not only with Mr O but with my friends as well. A friend loves at all times the Bible says and sometimes that love involves telling the painful truth! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; and if I'm honest a compliment on how I look when we're going out would be nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sure there might be little annoying things I'll discover when we actually live together, maybe his low clutter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;threshold&lt;/span&gt; may make me roll my eyes every once in a while but better &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; than slob. I can't stand it when people just throw clothes all over the floor en route to the shower! However I trust that what holds us both together will always be more than whatever would try to separate us. I guess on average there are more things to enjoy than annoy. I love my boo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought I would actually have more annoying things to write but I guess we've really got to a place of acceptance, we still have misunderstandings but not as often and rarely over the same issue twice. I believe we are growing and I pray this New year will be our very best year yet. I pray the same for you as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till later, keep on living, loving and laughing..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-9208693008935460864?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/9208693008935460864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=9208693008935460864' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/9208693008935460864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/9208693008935460864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-like-you-but-not-always-what-you-do.html' title='I like you but not always what you do'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-3685158487912335647</id><published>2009-11-15T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:36:03.129-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Reasons why I am still single</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an older post, I said that I would write a post with the above title. I actually thought of writing this as a letter a long time ago and sending it in the mail to anyone who asked me "What is happening?", "When are we coming?", "Are you still not married"..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;, I intended to a bit sarcastic but have decided to do an honest evaluation and share my views. Mr O dislikes it when I say I'm single, he says the right term is 'in a relationship', I guess he is right but by saying single I mean unmarried which is the definition I'm using in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in no particular order here goes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wasting time being good enough as a 'friend' but not wife material&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I can write an epistle on this. Yes, yes, I know we are encouraged to marry our best friend and it is true. Marriage is held together not so much by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eros&lt;/span&gt; (passionate love) as it is by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;phileo&lt;/span&gt; (brotherly love) and agape (unconditional love). I had a very close male friend (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DL&lt;/span&gt;) who I met when I was about 18, he is actually the only male friend I have had and known longer than Mr O. We were best friends, we would talk, he said I was his soul mate and vice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;. I was young when we met but I think there was a part of me that really felt he was the one for me. Even till date, he is one of the few people that I can say know me very well.  For me, he was the one, anyone who stepped up to me couldn't match up to him so there was no point starting anything, we were soul mates weren't we? Imagine my elation when he told me that he had a crush on someone and he knew I would be very surprised, of course I was when it turned out to be a mutual friend! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! Strange enough, even after that I still thought he was the one for me, until he got engaged to someone else. I see some of my friends make this mistake, women we love but if a man has not expressly made his intentions clear, I believe we are still very 'available'. A friend of mine had this friend, she was everything and more. I asked her if she was sure there wasn't more to their friendship from her side and she even got annoyed but I didn't want her going to a place I had lived before because to me the guy was not interested in her like that. Anyway to cut a long story short, he introduced her to his fiancee and she had a major breakdown including hospitalisation. I might be wrong but I don't believe men marry the most available woman, the one who is always ready to do this and that, always there, they just marry who they want to marry! By this I'm not saying don't be a good female friends to the men in your life but examine your motives. If they're friends, let them be friends, don't dream, don't do the FLAMES game with their name. If they become more than friends, even better because you have the advantage of knowing them without best foot forward. This is a personal opinion but I always wonder when I see girls who have so many male friends and are single, meet my good friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Goke&lt;/span&gt;, my very good friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uche&lt;/span&gt;, my ex &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Musa&lt;/span&gt; but if all these men are here why don't they see us as wife material? Yes, I know, we didn't see him that way and they don't see us that way but why is this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wasted opportunities while waiting for Mr Perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;For me, Mr Right was Mr Perfect, he had to be this, this, this. Not so much tall, dark and handsome as focused, purpose driven, some cash wouldn't be too bad. None of the characteristics I have written down are bad and are essential and desirable qualities in a mate but I think the issue I had was not separating the essential from the desirable. Like any vacancy, the advert asks for some essential skills in the person profile, this means if you don't have this, don't bother applying but there are some desirable skills as well, which means you don't need to have this now but we can train you when you get on board. I was really hung up on marrying a really 'spiritual' brother without really defining spiritual. Well, I dated someone who 'acted' spiritual but didn't 'live' spiritual. It's so funny that my Holy Ghost talking brother couldn't keep his hands to himself but Mr O can and does. Thank God for mentors! God opened my eyes, the man may not tick all the boxes, he may earn less than you do and might be two inches shorter than your ideal but if he ticks the desirable, I say give love a chance. People usually say God's time is the best, I read a blog where the author was talking about God's time and it's time, sometime while we are waiting for what we think is God's time, the time for a particular thing begins to wane. I consider myself an older single so I definitely do not mean any disrespect. God has a plan for us as individuals and I truly believe for some this includes what seems like delay in getting married especially when there are some lessons we need to learn as singles, however there comes a time in a woman's life when knocks on the door are not as frequent as when we were younger. For some, being of the same ethnic tribe is an ESSENTIAL, while I do understand, I do not agree. I have seen too many people write people off because of that one fact and cry to God asking for a mate what about if He has sent them already and you said no because they came in a package we did not expect!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not putting myself out there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, this is getting interesting. By this I mean I wasn't going anywhere. We have to meet our prospective someone somewhere even if we are not going there with the intention of meeting a husband/wife. When I read wedding websites, I always go to the How we met story, whether it's an introduction by mutual friends or the matchmaker by fire crew, or at a party, in the choir, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;single's&lt;/span&gt; fellowship, book club, sat next to me on the plane and was so interesting to talk to, there is always that first meeting that blossoms into something else but what if I don't go there. I usually keep myself to myself and it's a good thing for I'm an introvert by nature but I'm learning to network. In this season of my life, I want to go out, talk to people, learn from people. This is not about adding random strangers as friends on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and going clubbing by fire every Friday night. It is not so much about going everywhere to looking for a significant other but opening ourselves to new opportunities. I've made up my mind to be more interesting, please do the same. In a book I read the author advised that single people should go on a date with the next person that asked (not random strangers o  for safety's sake) even though on the surface they didn't tick all the boxes, it's about making friends. But we need to position ourselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God's plan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't see being single as a disease for in a way we are all single whether we tick the married box or not. If someone slaps my face, I feel the pain and not my boo. However, I strongly believe that there was a season in my life where I was not supposed to be in a relationship. After the fiasco with my friend, I put my heart on ice for a while, no one could touch it hence no one could hurt it. In this season, I promised God I would focus on him and not a man. I believe God taught me how to stand on my own that I was complete without a man, we are to complement and not complete. I'm not saying I totally got the message but I believe some seasons of singleness are ordained. Just like Esther, we are in preparation for the next phase of our lives. Sometimes, I think that God looked at mankind and asked how can I stretch these people, for them to be mature and selfless and then he invented marriage! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! So if that's the season you're in enjoy but keep learning. The learning don't all have to be spiritual, cooking is an essential. This has nothing to do with the 21st century or education, I tell ladies, I cook for myself because I like to eat good food, when I get married, my 'flatmate' will enjoy the benefits. See it as something you do for yourself, what about the kids what will they eat? I'm not that great in the kitchen but I try my best. Balancing accounts, multitasking the things we women do well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not knowing then what I know now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm beginning to realise that a lot of things people take for granted are not necessarily important. Some might not agree with me but these days I feel what is required are 1 committed man, 1 committed woman, source of income, roof over your heads. Sometimes we delay because we want a big wedding. Weddings are no easy feat, traditional and church. Men, it's not easy. We don't have to live in our dream home yet, we don't have to be living the dream yet, we just have to be ready to put each other first. I've seen so many couples start with nothing, well apart from love and grow leaps and bounds, growth they attribute to the support of their partner. This is my view, sometimes I feel like I just want us to get married. I've never been a big fan of big weddings or weddings even. Oh well, that's me, I'm sure family and friends have their own ideas, even Mr O but I sometimes wonder if some of this debt we get ourselves in is really worth it for those few hours! Also, he doesn't have to work in Goldman Sachs, if that's his dream, part of my job is making sure he achieves his potential.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, well, there might be more but for now, I'll leave it here, feel free to add your thoughts as comments, I want to go blog hopping for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till later,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XoXo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-3685158487912335647?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/3685158487912335647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=3685158487912335647' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/3685158487912335647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/3685158487912335647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/11/reasons-why-i-am-still-single.html' title='Reasons why I am still single'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-1080307243169304760</id><published>2009-11-11T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:14:28.005-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 questions'/><title type='text'>It's getting hot in here!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What are your thoughts on sexuality?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many times I've started this post and scrapped it, dunno why that is! Most of the blogs on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blog list&lt;/span&gt; have at least one post dedicated to the subject. Recommended reading, if I might add. But this is my blog and I promised to be truthful, candid and open. So what are my thoughts on the issue of sex and sexuality...First of all, I must confess I had to look up the word sexuality in the dictionary because I was not really sure what it meant, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!We haven't discussed sex in our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-marital counselling classes yet and if truth be told I and Mr O haven't discussed it much either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe sex is for marriage, I've heard so many arguments back and forth about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-marital sex, virginity and purity. I'm a twenty seven year old female who has never had sex before, I don't believe this makes me a saint but it is a choice I made because it is in congruence to my values. For me, the emphasis has been on purity and not virginity. I read a book titled 'Kissed the girls and made them cry' by Lisa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bevere&lt;/span&gt; when I was about 18 and her argument was so compelling that I made a decision to keep myself pure. When I hear people ask the question how far is too far, I say I don't know because really I don't, I don't focus so much on what we can't do but I ask myself the question, What would Jesus do if he was in the room with both of us because the truth is that God is with me all the time, I just act accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit that I am mainly prudish, as in when sex is mentioned I might start blushing or giggle like a silly school girl! However, as I have been preparing myself and getting myself educated I've lost quite a few of my inhibitions. Although we never really discussed boundaries, I believe I and Mr O are on the same page, we haven't had any issues or arguments about the physical area of our relationship and both agree no sex before marriage. I recently realised that we are both shy people and we could be so naive when dealing with the opposite sex, I'm not sure either of us would recognise a come on except it was pasted in neon signs! It's not an easy decision to keep yourself pure, after all we are human beings and physical attraction is a big part of any relationship. It takes God's help and learning to say no to something you would really like to say yes to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe sex is an act to be enjoyed in marriage, between a husband and a wife (sorry no trios or swinging!). These days I hear a lot of men and women comment that they would like their prospective husband and wife to be experienced in the bedroom before marriage but I beg to differ. I have no one to compare Mr O to and even if I did, I'm not sure it would be fair. I look forward to having sex but I don't put myself under any undue pressure. I feel we have a lifetime to learn not so much about sex, technically it's quite easy, but about what he wants and likes, what I want and like. Sex is just like marriage as a whole, not so much about you as it is the other person. It's also about being patient and understanding, love is in growing together and that includes the bedroom too. Honesty is important as well as the willingness not to be over sensitive but with a foundation of trust, I believe everything should be allright, we should prepare ourselves by getting informed, there are good books and thankfully great blogs as well but not being pre-occupied with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know variety is the spice of life and know I have to make room for items from Ms Victoria, La &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Senza&lt;/span&gt; and the like, I'm not so sure of the hard core stuff, whips, chains and the like. Ha! Sex is a good thing but I've kept that bit of my life in God's hands until the day I say I do. Check out the reading list for more information but if you're single whether male or female, please don't feel pressured to do what you don't want to do. I believe a partner that respects you will respect your boundaries as well and whoever that person is exists, so don't worry too much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XoXo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-1080307243169304760?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/1080307243169304760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=1080307243169304760' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/1080307243169304760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/1080307243169304760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-getting-hot-in-here.html' title='It&apos;s getting hot in here!!'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-478520434601536113</id><published>2009-11-07T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T04:33:09.875-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laugh'/><title type='text'>Just laugh..</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say a very big thank you to y'all for your lovely comments. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; to have a conversation with one of the readers off-camera. Missy, thank you so much. I've taken ALL you said on board! The truth is I'm fine, he's fine but we have some issues to deal with and as Ms. Whitman says we will come out stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this in my mail today and it made me smile, hope it does the same for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A child was asked to write a book report on the entire Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is amazing and brought tears of laughter to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how often we take for granted that children understand what we are teaching???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the eyes of a child:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Children's Bible in a Nutshell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, which occurred near the start, there was nothing but God, darkness, and some gas.  The Bible says, 'The Lord thy God is one, but I think He must be a lot older than that. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, God said, 'Give me a light!' and someone did.  Then God made the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He split the Adam and made Eve.  Adam and Eve were naked, but they weren't embarrassed because mirrors hadn't been invented yet.  Adam and Eve disobeyed God by eating one bad apple, so they were driven from the Garden of Eden.....Not sure what they were driven in though, because they didn't have cars.  Adam and Eve had a son, Cain, who hated his brother as long as he was Abel. Pretty soon all of the early people died off, except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forMethuselah&lt;/span&gt;, who lived to be like a million or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the next important people was Noah, who was a good guy, but one of his kids was kind of a Ham.  Noah built a large boat and put his family and some animals on it. He asked some other people to join him, but they said they would have to take a rain check.  After Noah came Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.  Jacob was more famous than his brother, Esau, because Esau sold Jacob his birthmark in exchange for some pot roast.  Jacob had a son named Joseph who wore a really loud sports coat. Another important Bible guy is Moses, whose real name was Charlton Heston.  Moses led the Israel Lights out of  Egypt and away from the evil Pharaoh after God sent ten plagues on Pharaoh's people.  These plagues included frogs, mice, lice, bowels, and no cable. God fed the Israel Lights every day with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;manicotti&lt;/span&gt;.  Then he gave them His Top Ten Commandments. These include: don't lie, cheat, smoke, dance, or covet your neighbor's stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, I just thought of one more: Humor thy father and thy mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Moses' best helpers was Joshua who was the first Bible guy to use spies.  Joshua fought the battle of Geritol and the fence fell over on the town. After Joshua came David.  He got to be king by killing a giant with a slingshot.  He had a son named Solomon who had about 300 wives and 500 porcupines.  My teacher says he was wise, but that doesn't sound very wise to me.&lt;br /&gt;After Solomon there were a bunch of major league prophets.  One of these was Jonah, who was swallowed by a big whale and then barfed up on the shore.  There were also some minor league prophets, but I guess we don't have to worry about them. After the Old Testament came the New Testament.  Jesus is the star of The New.  He was born  in  Bethlehem  in a barn.  (I wish I had been born in a barn too, because my mom is always saying to me, 'Close the door! Were you born in a barn?' It would be nice to say, 'As a matter of fact, I was.')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During His life, Jesus had many arguments with sinners like the Pharisees and the Democrats.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus also had twelve opossums. The worst one was Judas Asparagus.  Judas was so evil that they named a terrible vegetable after him. Jesus was a great man.  He healed many leopards and even preached to some Germans on the Mount.  But the Democrats and all those guys put Jesus on trial before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pontius&lt;/span&gt; the Pilot.  Pilot didn't stick up for Jesus.  He just washed his hands instead. Anyways, Jesus died for our sins, then came back to life again.  He went up to Heaven but will be back at the end of the Aluminum.  His return is foretold in the book of Revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a Sunday School teacher, this brought tears to my eyes! Just a reminder that even though sometimes we go through difficult times, we can choose what our response can be. Sometimes throw your hands up in the air and just laugh even if you think you're crazy, laugh because you can! I just did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-478520434601536113?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/478520434601536113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=478520434601536113' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/478520434601536113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/478520434601536113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-laugh.html' title='Just laugh..'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-1042232327180569650</id><published>2009-11-02T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:17:53.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imperfection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>On days like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On days like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It hurts to have you around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It hurts to have you far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It hurts to speak to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It hurts to keep quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It hurts to say the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It hurts to tell lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It hurts to hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It hurts even more to give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It hurts to do what is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It hurts to do wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Everything just hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today I have been musing on the storms of life and how they come to reveal things for what they really are. If I say I have a strong foundation, the storm will prove the veracity of my words. As a couple I and Mr O have faced, face and will continue to face different storms but our survival will continually depend on what we build our relationship with. I think good has come from facing crisis, I know what he does when he faces the challenges of life but the question I repeatedly ask myself these days is whether I can sign on to a forever of the man he is today or if I secretly wish that he will change in some areas. I recently made a promise to myself to always be honest at least to myself. I hear a voice tell me that love covers a multitude of sins, I don't want to listen to that voice for I recognise the source, at least not today but I have to don't I. Thank you Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is just to encourage anyone reading that sometimes relationships hit rough patches, before you get married and I guess after as well. Just as I don't believe in the 'D' word (divorce) i'm always hesitant to use the 'B' word (break-up) but before you do accurately assess what you are signing up for. It's one thing to know that imperfections exist yet another to wake up to those imperfections each morning. I'm at a low point but I think I just need to sit with my Daddy for a while on this one. Should be back soon, just wanted to share there are days like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-1042232327180569650?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/1042232327180569650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=1042232327180569650' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/1042232327180569650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/1042232327180569650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-days-like-this.html' title='On days like this'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-7069758805956288175</id><published>2009-10-26T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:19:31.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fertility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 questions'/><title type='text'>Look, there's more of us..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Do you have children or other children outside marriage?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you feel about having children?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you feel about disciplining children?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I would like to say a very BIG THANK you to everyone who takes the time to read and leave a comment, your contributions are greatly valued, please keep them coming. So today, I'm tackling 3 questions in 1 as they all pertain to the subject of children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First question, answer is NO, I don't have children. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, how do I feel about children? I would definitely love to have kids. One of the purposes of marriage is for procreation, I said one, I don't believe it is the main purpose. I believe a marriage can be complete without children as long as that has been agreed before hand by both partners prior to saying I do. As an African girl, I know the importance placed on having children by our parents but the purpose of increasing your family is not to make our parents happy and satisfy in-laws but because husband and wife are ready spiritually, mentally, emotionally and financially. Becoming a parent is almost like preparing for marriage, I think it even requires more preparation because even though you can divorce a spouse (not recommended) you can't divorce your kids, they have your DNA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and Mr O have discussed this although not in too much detail, we both would love to have kids, 2, not so particular on sex of the kids but I know he really wants a girl, he already has her name picked out and all! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! One day, I asked him what if we had a boy first and he just looked at me as if How can?? God, please answer his prayers o. Personally, I would prefer to have boys but at the end of the day, a child is a miracle sent by God and I accept whoever he sends. I want to be a mother, some days more than others but I know for me definitely I would like to expand our family. Our plan is to have some 'us' time before the kids come, so we can settle in on 'knowing' each other before our lives change forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake, having a child changes your life forever, I'm not a mother but I've been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; to see friends and family have children and with their kids and the truth is that it really becomes about them. My friend says to enjoy my life before the kids come because...yes, it's fun and all but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; you see a baby looking and smelling sweet and nice and you coo and hum, say thank you to the sometimes tired mum and dad for doing such a great job. For me, any opportunity to take care of kids, I grab because I know I've picked up quite a number of tips along the way. Parenthood calls for total loss of self and it's all about the babies, I think I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to babies, I always have this bittersweet feeling because a few years ago I was  diagnosed with a condition that can sometimes affect fertility but that is the subject for another post and will discuss it later. However, I must note that I think it's important to discuss any health issues you have THAT MAY AFFECT YOUR PARTNER, I'm not saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dredge&lt;/span&gt; every single issue from your past but anything that may affect them. You will spend the rest of your life with this person so do share, this was part of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-marital counselling questionnaire but we'd discussed it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the issue of discipline, I've been reading some books on parenting and I've come to realise while there are no specific rules on what methods to use, children need to be disciplined. The Bible says we should train a child in the way they should go so when they are old they will not depart from it. That's a big responsibility for indeed how do we instill discipline when we ourselves sometimes need discipline ourselves! However, I believe we should discuss on how discipline and punishment should be carried out. We haven't discusses this yet and I'm intrigued to know what his thoughts are. I believe in corporal punishment  as long as it's not too generous that it loses it's effectiveness but this is me talking as a single girl. I haven't pushed, maybe I'll change my mind then! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! Anyway we have two wonderful mothers and mentors who can give us advise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we both do not have children, I don't really have a lot of comments on that. I'm not sure I'm cut for the complexities of a blended family, relationship e.t.c. Don't get me wrong, there's no problem with it, it's not just something I envisioned for my life. But not telling your partner that you have kids when you've started talking marriage is a big no no because it's a big issue, those children will be a BIG part of your lives as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really enjoying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;answering&lt;/span&gt; these questions, they make for interesting conversation, not because we end up coming with the same answers but we realise what the other person's thoughts on the issue are and not assume some things. So I'm embracing this season of no diapers and night feeding but looking forward to when she says Mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-7069758805956288175?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/7069758805956288175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=7069758805956288175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/7069758805956288175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/7069758805956288175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/10/look-theres-more-of-us.html' title='Look, there&apos;s more of us..'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-6898768790892102065</id><published>2009-10-20T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:33:45.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family roles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extended family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 questions'/><title type='text'>And then there were others..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What role do you see your parents, siblings and extended family playing in your relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I asked my sister to choose a number from 1-20 and she chose 13 so today I'll talk about the role of the extended family in a relationship. I'm beginning to realise that being in love with someone is more than being in love with someone. I'll explain, I love Mr O, because I love him as a person (one person) I have to accept and love ALL that he is. His strengths, his weaknesses, his mistakes, his friends, his family, his assets and liabilities, his past. I cannot say yes to him and begin to pick and choose what I want and what I don't. Truthfully, I find this sometimes scary because I wonder if I'm really up to the task but well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come from a close knit nuclear family, I don't have close relationships with my uncles/aunts on either parents side. Long story for another day. I love my family, I really love my family sometimes too much I think if that's possible. I won't lie and say we've always gotten along, we've had our share of rough days but I know that they are there for me when push comes to shove. However, when it comes to marriage, my prayer is that we all continue to grow in love. In marriage a man must leave and cleave and become one. I say man because the Bible emphasises men, maybe He knew that it wouldn't be easy for them, the Bible also says a woman's desire would be for her husband. When we get married, my father remains my father but I am submitted to my husband's authority, I become Mrs O. I pray that I not only write it but my actions shall show it as well. My mum had a terrible time with my father's family and I have prayed this will never be the case for me as this gave me a very poor image of marriage growing up. I don't like stress but I've trusted God that I'm just increasing my family, a new dad, mum, brother and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is one of my best friends, Pastor O advised us in our counselling class never to discuss conflicts within our marriage to either set of parents, a mentor or pastor is preferable. This is because you are in love with your partner, they are in love with you their child, when you forgive your partner, things might still remain frosty between him and them so I know I will need to work on balancing that relationship out and not call mummy every time Mr O does this or that though if the truth be told I usually wonder whose mum she is, his or mine, I think she just tries to be fair! I expect my family to respect Mr O as the head of our home, as my husband and life partner, I expect the same from him to my family as the ones who nurtured and reared me to become the woman I am today. I expect to respect his parents and have his family respect me as well. Africans say you marry a family and not an individual, it is true in some respects but please keep them out of the bedroom! Lol! I mean keep the private things private, anything to do with family should be discussed by both of us and then implemented. I see the role of parents, siblings and extended family as they being there to give love, advice and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Mr O's closest cousins rubs me off the wrong way, I think it's because we see life so differently but what we have in common is our love for Mr O, we may never be friends but I pray to God for the grace to accept her and love her all the same as I have been commanded to by Him. After the wedding, it's God, Mr O, family, career/ministry (in that order) and I expect it to be the same from his end. Parents advice gratefully needed and acknowledged but please do not be offended if we have a different opinion. No discussing issues with parents without other partner's knowledge, do to partner's family as you would like partner to do to your family. I pray and ask God for the grace for my new family to accept me but I'm not going to live my life either fighting them or killing myself to gain their favour. I'm just going to be the best me that God created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good, we haven't had any big issues on either side so far but then the families haven't really interacted that much. Mr O is closer to my family than I am to his but I'm just letting things flow naturally, I don't like doing things simply because it's expected of me but because it's right and I enjoy doing it. So I'll keep praying. I want to have a great relationship with my in-laws or in-loves as I prefer to call them, I don't want my children deprived of relationships with their cousins/aunts/uncle because of petty fights and quarrels. Father, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the role of our parents and family are to continue to give us the unconditional love that has nurtured us into the people we have become today. They are there to celebrate with us, cry with us, bless us, be blessed by us, being there through all the seasons of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-6898768790892102065?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/6898768790892102065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=6898768790892102065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/6898768790892102065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/6898768790892102065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-then-there-were-others.html' title='And then there were others..'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-8786736351599103189</id><published>2009-10-13T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:17:11.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 questions'/><title type='text'>Learning from the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What was your last major relationship like? How did it end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things interesting, I've decided not to answer the questions in chronological order but just as it comes. Some are very easy, requiring a simple yes/no. I've been pondering on whether I'm going to put up the answers to all twenty questions, if I do it will be a significant breakthrough but today I'm going to talk about the lessons I have learnt from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, I'm 'unique' in  a way that my last major relationship was my only other relationship whether major or minor! Unique because I'm in my late twenties and even my twenty one year old sister has had more boyfriends than I have! There are quite a number of reasons why things happened that way and maybe I will share these in a future post, I've always wanted to write a post titled 'Why I am still single'! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! One of these was that from an early age, I had a strong conviction that relationships were designed to ultimately end in marriage, so there was no point having a boyfriend just for the sake of it but the relationship should have a purpose and as I was not ready to get married, I just didn't put myself out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met AN through a mutual friend, though I didn't know it was a set up at the time. Strangely enough, I had recently turned down the friend who was doing the setting up so I thought it was quite interesting that he was fixing me up with a friend of his. I should have known something was up as he was so insistent on his 'friend' dropping me home after an outing but I can be simple like that, anyway we met and had a very interesting conversation. That was a good thing about the relationship, we were on the same page on quite a number of issues. We talked about God and faith, finance and a host of things, honestly it had been a while that I had been able to connect intellectually on that level with someone for a long time, I had my longest phone conversations with AN, talking all night about everything and nothing. I even shared my list (prayer points for husband to be) with him which was a first. I was attracted to his sense of purpose and vision, his relationship with God and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; to his church, he was a deacon in his church and I must say this made me really relax because I'd always prayed that my husband would be more spiritually mature than me. After most conversations, we would pray, that was a first for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened, if he was all that and a bag of chips, why and how did it end? I would love to say he did this or he did that e.t.c. but the truth is that it takes two people to tango. Relationships start with two people and end with two people. One of the things I learnt about myself in that relationship was that under my 'nice' and 'beautiful' persona was a very stubborn girl. Now, not all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stubbornness&lt;/span&gt; is bad but sometimes in life, we need to choose our battles carefully for we may win the battle and lose the war. I know God is working in my life and making me a more mature woman today than I was then. I felt that I wasn't good enough as myself, that he had this image of what a pastor's wife should be and while I did have some of the qualities, he was determined to mold me into that image. Now while I am very conservative, I do not like to be bound to tradition, I don't do things because it's the way it's always been done, I do it because it's the most effective way. I felt we were rushing a lot, also I was uncomfortable with the pace the physical aspects of the relationship was progressing without any corresponding depth emotionally or spiritually. I thought it would be easy as a church leader to get him to understand the reason for some of my boundaries but he felt I was being too difficult and selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began to argue about everything, we both come from large families, he said he would like to have five children, I said two. Not a big deal yeah, but it was at least to him. I've never seen myself having more than two biological children but I never knew it could raise so many issues. Then the rush, rush, rush, he wanted to get married within a year of our meeting but something in me wanted to still take things slower and get to know him better. I had no peace about the relationship, we saw each other but we weren't really  a part of each other's lives, I never met his friends, he never met mine, our outings were usually one on one. I think it's important to see how your nearest and dearest interact with your nearest and dearest if you get what I mean. Love is a beautiful thing but can also make you near-sighted, your friends and family can usually see what you cannot and while they love you, they are not in love and if they are true they will tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time of prayer, I had a conversation with him and explained that I felt rushed, I didn't feel our relationship had got to the point where we should be planning a wedding and could we slow down and be friends (at least that's what I meant) but his response was that if we weren't dating there was no point having a relationship as in being friends, he wasn't looking for a 'friend' and that was it. I will confess, I breathed a huge sigh of relief when it was all over because I was beginning to feel trapped. I did send the occasional text on his birthday and Father's day (i send a text to all my male friends, single or married because they are all either dad's or prospective dads) but don't anymore. I guess if he was writing this post he would be able to give a more balanced picture but it ended because I think we were both different in some areas where we should be similar. There are some conversations you should have before even thinking about how your name sounds with his surname! We even had an argument about grandparents having pet names for the grandchildren, to me no big deal, to him, he names his children and that's that. It's not the end of the world but you should know what the deal is before you say I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while he was kind and could be really tender, he wrote me some touching texts, I now know he wasn't for me, at least not the me I was then. Maybe still not the me I am now. I don't know, in relationships, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;flexibility&lt;/span&gt; is required, it can't always be my way or the high way because one day your partner will hit the road and Jack won't come back no more because Delilah has made life very comfortable for him. I know I grew from this relationship, spiritually, mentally and emotionally. I know this because the issues I had with AN didn't even reach 1/100000 of what I and Mr O have seen and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;had and&lt;/span&gt; yet I am still here. Mr O always says for better, for worse. I tell him that's when you take the vows but he says no, it's from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in kissing many frogs until you find your prince, your lips just end up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;froggy&lt;/span&gt; but taking your time, making the most of opportunities and really assessing because sometimes there is a prince/princess in a frog and it takes you to bring him/her out. Relationships are hard work, not for the immature at all. We've all made mistakes, done things we aren't proud of but learn from them, grow from them and keep moving. Opposites attract but never underestimate the power of being on the same page on fundamental issues. Will tackle some of the yes/no questions in next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;XoXo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-8786736351599103189?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/8786736351599103189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=8786736351599103189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/8786736351599103189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/8786736351599103189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/10/learning-from-past.html' title='Learning from the past'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-4093104076289850800</id><published>2009-09-24T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:48:58.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expectations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 questions'/><title type='text'>Expectations..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcmHuQLQifA/SrvhzF-ptQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JqGFkGQVmlQ/s1600-h/expectation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385146047346095362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcmHuQLQifA/SrvhzF-ptQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JqGFkGQVmlQ/s320/expectation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been pondering on the 20 questions in the previous post and thinking about what my answers to those questions would be. I just heard Dr Phil say that one of the greatest obstacles in marriage is when both partners have unmet expectations. So I guess the question 'What do you expect' isn't so out of place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our expectations come from different sources, it could be what was modelled to us at home by our parents, it could be what we feel society expects of us or for some of us what we read in some novels. So what do I expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I expect him to be spiritually, physically and emotionally available to commit to a relationship with me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I expect him to be committed to developing our relationship to a place where we become best friends, sharing with each other and being there for each other&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I expect him to remain committed to developing his relationship with Christ because where we are not perfect, God gives us the grace and strength to do what we cannot do of ourselves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I expect him to be honest with me at all times, to tell me how it is even though it isn't what I necessarily what to hear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I expect him to be the king, the man, the head of our home, the provider, priest, prophet and protector, to lead and not dominate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I expect him to continue to dream big, be a man of vision and be willing to make the sacrifices necessary today for us to have a greater future&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;On a lighter note, I expect that Mr O will be able to work a microwave, the oven and the washing machine (don't worry I intend to do most of the cooking, I like my life o!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also expect that although his decision is final, major decisions should be discussed between us, things like where we live and worship, career changes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt;' education and discipline and I reserve the right to make my objections known&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I expect him to be faithful to his vows to love and honour me above all else, so I don't expect there will be any other Mrs O (or sleeping partners) apart from me as long as we remain married&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I expect him to have a source of income whether from a job or a business, preferably both &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I expect him to be a present and effective father, loving and providing his presence to his kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I expect him to give his 100% to our relationship&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most importantly, I expect that on some days you won't meet my expectations of you because you are human  after all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I believe this is a post that will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;continuously&lt;/span&gt; need refining as I go along but that covers most of it really. An important note, I don't expect him to be PERFECT, that's not what this is about but about realistically thinking through what I expect. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are some other smaller things that may come up as when we live together, for example I don't expect him to balance the books or sort out our accounts, I expect us to bring together our skills, him doing what he does best (for example, he does a great stir fry BTW). I don't expect him to always take out the trash or change the light bulbs but I do expect him to pitch in with night feeds.  I expect us to be a great team, working together, not competing against each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's long but I found this an interesting exercise. It's worth thinking about, don't you think?..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till later&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-4093104076289850800?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/4093104076289850800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=4093104076289850800' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/4093104076289850800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/4093104076289850800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/09/expectations.html' title='Expectations..'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcmHuQLQifA/SrvhzF-ptQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JqGFkGQVmlQ/s72-c/expectation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-7464993185664334187</id><published>2009-09-17T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:06:00.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.D Jakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Before You Do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>20 questions to ask before you get engaged..</title><content type='html'>These questions were 'lifted' from T.D &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jakes&lt;/span&gt;' book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Before-You-Do-Making-Decisions/dp/1847373798/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1253221470&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Before you do&lt;/a&gt;. It's a great book with advice applicable to all types of relationships not just romantic ones, a lot of times when reading, I had to stop and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;...sometimes out loud!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! The premise for this book is on tools you need to prepare yourself before you say "I DO" because sometimes people say those two important words not really knowing and understanding what they are committing to. So here they are;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you expect?&lt;br /&gt;2. What are your most prized possessions?&lt;br /&gt;3. Where do you stand on faith?&lt;br /&gt;4. What was your last major relationship like? How did it end?&lt;br /&gt;5. What are your ideas about sexuality?&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you know your HIV/AIDS status?&lt;br /&gt;7. What are the secrets that you keep? Will you trust me to keep them too?&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever been arrested and do you have a criminal record?&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you have children or other children outside marriage?&lt;br /&gt;10.How do you feel about having children?&lt;br /&gt;11. How do you feel about disciplining children?&lt;br /&gt;12. What are the roles of husband and wife for you?&lt;br /&gt;13. What role do you see your parents, siblings and extended family playing in your relationship?&lt;br /&gt;14. How do you handle disagreements and disappointments?&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your vision for this family? Where would you like us to be in ten or twenty years?&lt;br /&gt;16.How satisfied are you with your present career?&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your debt-to-income ratio?&lt;br /&gt;18. Is there any need or desire for a prenuptial agreement?&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you have a will or a living will and can we talk about it?&lt;br /&gt;20.What annoys you the most about me? What do you enjoy the most about being with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that's exhaustive but I'm sure you're not expected to ask all these on one date, also some things I think you don't need to ask, you see it in your partners behaviour. I guess I and Mr O have some new pointers for upcoming discussions. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;, just thought to share but do get the book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'll share our discussions if Mr O permits. So get talking, listening and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-7464993185664334187?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/7464993185664334187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=7464993185664334187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/7464993185664334187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/7464993185664334187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/09/20-questions-to-ask-before-you-get.html' title='20 questions to ask before you get engaged..'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-6700955037875666003</id><published>2009-09-12T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T07:27:35.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr O'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='premarital counselling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pastor D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Theory vs. practical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcmHuQLQifA/Sq-kFQHcXwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T0bfux_IC2c/s1600-h/cellphoneCartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381700489863520002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcmHuQLQifA/Sq-kFQHcXwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T0bfux_IC2c/s320/cellphoneCartoon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcmHuQLQifA/Sq-jkyBi-QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wUOsq2o9CYk/s1600-h/cellphoneCartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading today, I hope and pray you are blessed. I'm becoming more aware each day of how much work relationships and marriage need. Yes, it's fun and it's wonderful to have someone to love and who loves you in return but on some days......hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing about relationship do's and don'ts, even giving advice is so easy but when it comes to the crunch of living it out, it AINT easy at all. I'm honest enough to admit that I do lose the plot every so often but I thank God for His grace and also for a man who while not being perfect embodies the word COMMITMENT. The counselling classes are bringing up issues to the surface and I guess I've allowed it to faze me a bit but I'm now really learning what it means to walk the talk. Theory vs. practical, I'm learning so I must be doing. According to Maya Angelou (PhD) when you know better, you should do better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there we were seated in Pastor D's office talking about barriers to effective communication. Before we got in, I was a bit miffed because he didn't actually do the assignment, we were supposed to work on it together and I felt that he didn't put any effort in because he knew I was going to do it. Mr O then asked an interesting question about our pastor's thoughts on separate bedrooms for husband and wife...I was like hmmm, and then he rushed to clarify that it wasn't about sleeping arrangements but just for; hope I'm repeating this verbatim.."her luggage" and then he mentioned something to do with liking having his things being kept in order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if it was not just a great day or the way he said it, or the way I heard it but I was really UPSET! Ha ha ha, the devil is a mean 'ole son of a gun! What I heard was, "Pastor, is it ok for her to have a separate bedroom for her things because she is messy"! Please don't get me wrong, it wasn't what he said that got me a lil' riled but the fact that he had NEVER brought this up with me before. It made me wonder whether there were some other things that I did that he didn't like and why he felt he couldn't bring them up. Pastor D said it wasn't an issue but partners should learn how to be accommodating of their spouses. Personally, I think Mr O has a bit of an OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) when it comes to living arrangements, I'm sure I've mentioned that before while for me cleanliness and not necessarily having all boxes on a straight line is more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I plead guilty I disobeyed most of the rules in the previous post, I made assumptions about what he was saying, I went into my silent monosyllable mode, I thought, thought, thought, instead of talk, talk, talk. I let the sun go down and I was angry. I refused to admit to myself that I was angry. However, I came back and read everything I'd written down and began to practicalise them. We discussed it, my issue was not about separate rooms but an inability to raise 'tough' issues, we haven't still totally dealt with that but it's ok. He was also upset about a recent decision I had made and I tried to explain the WHY behind it, I don't think we came to an agreement about it but it's still ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learnt that anyone can fight but it takes maturity to fight FAIR. Also, always be sure that not only do you listen to what your partner is saying make sure you UNDERSTAND what they're saying, ask questions. The closer you are to marriage, the less there should be 'no-go' areas and remember to PRAY. Talk to God, I've realised the more I talk to HIM about him, the more HE talks to me about ME! When people don't understand, God does and He will make a way. Also after a recent conversation with a friend, be careful when 'interfering' in the relationships of others, remember 'Chinese whispers', by the time one partner comes to you some of the information could have changed. Communication is speaking, listening and UNDERSTANDING and remember it's one thing to know the right thing to do and actually going out and doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been challenged by Favoured Girl's post on &lt;a href="http://journeydowntheaisle.blogspot.com/2009/08/r-e-s-p-e-c-t.html"&gt;respect&lt;/a&gt; and I'm still musing on that. I'm praying and asking God to help us work on the cracks that are present in our communication, it's not so much about talking more but creating an environment where such communication can take place. I'm currently reading 'Before you do' by T.D Jakes and my next post will be on some questions you should pose to your intended before you even get engaged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till later, keep learning, loving and living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-6700955037875666003?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/6700955037875666003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=6700955037875666003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/6700955037875666003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/6700955037875666003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/09/theory-vs-practical.html' title='Theory vs. practical'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcmHuQLQifA/Sq-kFQHcXwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T0bfux_IC2c/s72-c/cellphoneCartoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-8444794260201681114</id><published>2009-09-01T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:17:43.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='understanding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barriers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>Barriers to Effective Communication</title><content type='html'>Our next counselling session is on the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of September, just wanted to pen a few thoughts on the topic given to us to work on before consulting Mr O. Communication, sex and money are three very important pillars in marital relationships, I always put communication first on the list because I think success in the other two areas depend on having effective communication with your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication involves SPEAKING, LISTENING and UNDERSTANDING. If there are any issues in or with any of these areas then we get a breakdown in communication. A pastor told me that the most important point to remember was to 'always keep the lines of communication open'. So what are the barriers;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resentment and anger&lt;/strong&gt;; the Bible says we should be slow to speak, quick to listen and slow to get angry. The truth is I can be the exact opposite, I get angry quite quickly (Help me Holy Spirit) when I'm angry, I don't really want to talk to Mr O so this affects the speaking part but if we are not speaking this delays us from working at conflict resolution. I'm learning not to discuss important issues at the height of emotion i.e when I'm really upset or when I'm really happy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride&lt;/strong&gt; (thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aunty&lt;/span&gt; Y), pride is a posture that says I'm right, I'm always right and even when I'm wrong, I'm right....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; I wish I could say I've got this in check as well. Well, we are all a work in progress. Pride also prevents one from asking forgiveness when it is needed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrong timing&lt;/strong&gt;; Saying the right thing at the wrong time could end up blowing in your face, I've been there, done that and have the T-shirt to show for it. I personally believe that because women tend to more intuitive, we see things coming and are always so eager to let the man in our life know but I am asking God for the grace to know when to speak and when to keep quiet. I mentioned about not discussing important issues at the height of emotion either happy or sad; this is because sometimes there are some things that just have to be said and I tend to not want to 'rock the boat' if I feel we are in a good place but I see Mr O as my best friend which means that I need to love him enough to give my 2 cents even when I know it may hurt him. I've learnt that it's not always so much WHAT is said as it is HOW it is said. Tough words given in an atmosphere of love and acceptance are usually easier to swallow, the Bible says 'better are wounds from a friend'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personality types&lt;/strong&gt;: I believe that there are 4 main temperaments as described by Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lahaye&lt;/span&gt;, I'm basically a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;melancholic&lt;/span&gt; type which means I just retreat within myself and go into my monosyllable mode..yes, no, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! This isn't a good thing because inwardly I'm seething and resentment is building, on the other hand Mr O isn't good at bringing up things for discussion, he has a more phlegmatic approach to life, with the day to day things well he can talk but for the more weighty issues he prefers to contribute his own two cents when I've raised it. I'm still not so sure this is a good thing but the whole thing about understanding personality types is knowing that we can have a Spirit controlled temperament whereby we can choose to behave in a way which we would normally not for example instead of going into my Yes vs. No mood I can remind myself that the word of God says that anger resides in the bosom of a fool and let go of it and discuss how I'm really feeling, easier said than done!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unresolved issues&lt;/strong&gt;: The Bible says not to let the sun go down on our anger, to that I add if I could, to not allow too many suns go down without coming to a resolution on matters. By resolution, I don't believe we have to agree but we can agree to disagree. I and Mr O have very different opinions when it comes to weddings, rather than allowing it to be an unresolved issue, I have chosen to agree to disagree with him. When the time comes, hopefully we will come to a Win-Win agreement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Distractions&lt;/strong&gt;: This is so important, I guess it ties in with right timing, I don't like it when I'm discussing something important and Mr O is not paying attention especially when it's over the phone. I'm also learning to give my total attention when my friends are speaking to me. I think it's a sign of respect.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;This post was difficult to write because now I don't really have the excuse of ignorance to hide behind as I know what some of the barriers to effective communication are. I don't want to be a writer and not a doer, so what are the solutions..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prayer&lt;/strong&gt;: There is nothing like it and I wouldn't leave the house without it. Prayer changes situations and people but the most interesting thing I've found is that the more I pray, the more GOD changes ME. Prayer gives me the grace and strength to do things I didn't think I was capable of.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Staying in the word of God&lt;/strong&gt;: The Bible is full of practical wisdom that can be applied to our lives. Solomon tells us in Proverbs that it is better to be on the roof than share a house with a nagging wife (ouch!), also isn't it interesting that Esther presented her case to the king after she had fed him (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!), also we are reminded to love one another and be kind to one another. Jesus sometimes had strong words for his disciples..I recall him calling them dull!! but I'm sure they knew He loved them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take the responsibility: &lt;/strong&gt;Use I more often than you, I feel that as opposed to "You do this", while this doesn't mean my partner is right, I am acknowledging that I still have a role to play while making him understanding how his behaviour is having an effect on me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep the lines of communication clear and open at all times&lt;/strong&gt;: No more silent treatment, no more malice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, I confess that sometimes I do wait for him to be the first to say sorry but that's less often now than it was before so things are changing. One thing I've realised also is that 80% of the time when I'm busy rolling my eyes at the phone, he's not even aware that something is wrong! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seek more to understand than to be understood&lt;/strong&gt;; This is one of the habits of Highly Effective People from Stephen Covey, this will involve the higher way of listening and understanding more than speaking. Try and understand where your partner is coming from. After meeting Dr O (Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;O's&lt;/span&gt; dad) I learnt a lot about why he behaved the way he did sometimes and it helped me understand where he was coming from on a lot of issues, never underestimate the role your upbringing plays on molding the person you are today! Understanding brings about tolerance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, this assignment feels more like a punishment, why isn't the right thing to do always the easiest thing, love is a spiritual thing, you can't really succeed from the natural level alone. I think I need to meditate on these words. I'll let you know how it all went.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till later&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;XoXo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-8444794260201681114?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/8444794260201681114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=8444794260201681114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/8444794260201681114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/8444794260201681114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/09/barriers-to-effective-communication.html' title='Barriers to Effective Communication'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-6467475892300066713</id><published>2009-07-30T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T05:56:38.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husbands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='premarital counselling'/><title type='text'>Roles of the husband and wife</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just returned from a counselling session, honestly these sessions have been so good for us. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I want to start acting funny, just remembering that I have to see Pastor D just puts me in check! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! One thing I've learnt especially this week is that when people say marriage is not for babies, it's just the gospel truth. It's easy to write about relationships, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;do's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but it's very difficult to live it out practically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor D gave us an assignment to write our thoughts on what our roles as husband and wife in marriage are. Trust Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hadassah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the writer, I went with my 1.25 pages and my darling went there with 7 sentences! We are different, we are different, we are different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main points were that the role of a wife was to;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a submissive follower (see post on submission!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Help her husband by partnering with him to move towards the vision God has created them for&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Satisfy her husband's needs, spiritually, emotionally and physically&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Build her home by creating an atmosphere of peace and joy for her family and being a good steward of the resources entrusted in her care&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sweetheart has graciously given me permission to put his points on my blog (even though he doesn't know where it exists on the www) and these are; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To love and care for my wife unconditionally. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To provide a comfortable accommodation/shelter for my wife. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To protect her and ensure her continuous happiness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To be a friend, partner and a good listener.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To satisfy her every need (emotionally, materially and sexually).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; To always remain faithful and honest to my wife.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;He then asked both of us to identify what areas would be challenging to us in effectively carrying out these roles; for me I know that submission will be an area of ongoing transformation because if truth be told, it takes a great degree of trust and dying to self to be submitted to anyone even to God. With regard to our roles in marriage, Pastor D told us to remember that husbands and wives while married to each other should see their function as all unto God. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Husbands should love their wives like Christ loves the church, wives should submit to their husbands as unto the Lord..so regardless of who your spouse is or what they do, your responsibility is to stay in your role as unto the Lord. Sometimes, I feel like marriage is one of God's ways of teaching us how to really be like him! Anyway, in this way, we should both be committed to giving 100% irrespective of what the other person brings to the table. Now, that's a tall order but I guess that's why the Word says with God all things are possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pastor explained to us that most people come into marriage with their own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-conceived notions of what their roles in marriage should be. These could come from family or cultural background or previous experiences. Conflicts arise where there is no balance in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;expectations&lt;/span&gt; both partners have. So we should go back to what the word of God says and use that as the pattern and model.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For husbands, their role can be summed up in the 4 P's, Provider, Protector, Priest and Prophet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Provider: Financially, physically,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Protector: Being the authority in home, emotionally and physically, protect your wife from your family members by covering her weaknesses and emphasising her strengths (and vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for wives)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Priest: Spiritual head, should set guidance and leadership for praise, worship and prayer. No staying at home while wife and kids go to church&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prophet: Setting the vision for the home, a clear sense of direction and it is important to have a general idea of where a man is going before you agree to marry him just in case you're not interested in his destination.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what about me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The role of the wife is to support her husband, to be in sync with the vision of the family, this does not limit your ability as a woman to achieve your goals, remembering the Proverbs 31 woman. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our next assignment is on the barriers to effective communication and how to overcome them, this we have to work on together...well we'll see!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till later&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-6467475892300066713?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/6467475892300066713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=6467475892300066713' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/6467475892300066713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/6467475892300066713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/07/roles-of-husband-and-wife.html' title='Roles of the husband and wife'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-4805661795989379282</id><published>2009-07-16T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T11:18:28.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality types'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='premarital counselling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pastor D'/><title type='text'>We are different..</title><content type='html'>We are different&lt;br /&gt;We are different&lt;br /&gt;We are different&lt;br /&gt;We are different..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, Ms Hadassah hasn't lost her marbles...yet!! I just thought that if I could recite those three words long enough they will actually stick in my head and in my heart. Thank God that love is a journey, you can make mistakes, apologise, reflect on behaviour and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had another session today, we were supposed to do a personality type test but unfortunately Pastor D could not find the forms! He asked us to state things that we liked and also what we didn't like about our partners. I said my usual things about why I love him or the reasons I want to marry him. I think it's good practice to rehearse or think about those reasons ever so often because it's so easy (or maybe it's just me) to focus on the one (or few) things people don't do well as opposed to the 101 things they do to make us happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him because he is kind, he listens, he is trustworthy, he is a great friend and more, he irons!!lol!, he's funny, he is respectful, he is posh, he encourages me and believes in me, he trusts me (sometimes too much I think), he knows me and he loves me. When I look around at some of my friends and acquaintances, I know I am blessed. Funny I just realised that he's everything that I'm not and also everything that I am as well, I wish I could explain it. Pastor D said that although opposites attract (differences) it's our similarities that keep us together, we should never allow our differences to pull us apart, rather we should work with our strengths using that to compensate for our weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mr O faces some sort of issue, he prefers to draw 'into his zone', this could range anything from a few days to about 2 weeks, I've always found it difficult not because I believe people don't need space but I have a personality type that always needs to be in touch to be reassured (of what??).  During these 'cave moments' there is usually no form of communication and sometimes I find it really annoying! It's funny how writing the thoughts in my head takes out their power and gives me a new perspective of things. I'm learning how to accommodate that zoning out, it has nothing to do with me, I don't like it but I can live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor D left us with 4 thoughts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can't change anyone no matter how hard you try. You can let your thoughts about things be known to the other party but the onus is on them to realise and to change. You can pray for the other person but it's up to them to change&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acceptance is very important in a relationship, people come 'as is', you can't take the good parts and leave the not so savoury ones. People rise to your expectations much quicker in an environment that says I love you and accept for who you are. Even if the grass is greener on the other side, they are working to keep it that way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emphasise strengths and not weaknesses, work together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter what personality type or temperament you have, as a believer your aim is to be more like Christ, so even though naturally you might not be predisposed to do things in a certain way, ask for God's help to make you be the best for your partner even though you might need to be stretched!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well as I always say, we keep learning. I was having my quiet time this morning wishing I could stuff my ears with cotton wool to prevent hearing what God was telling me. Basically, I need to grow up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have an assignment for the next session, we have to write an essay on our roles in marriage, the role of a wife...I'm sure I have something about that in this blog so I guess I'll just edit that.  Today Mr O said I am like a First Lady, elegant, beautiful, intelligent..I thought my head would burst! So if you're reading these pages, I hope it's been a blessing. In relationships, there is a time to bow out but I think that sometimes we give up too soon. Don't give up! Work at it, it calls you to walk on a higher path, a narrower road but it is well worth it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hugs and kisses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XoXo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are different&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are different&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are different...(lol)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-4805661795989379282?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/4805661795989379282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=4805661795989379282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/4805661795989379282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/4805661795989379282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-are-different.html' title='We are different..'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-3251029757977850653</id><published>2009-06-25T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:57:31.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='premarital counselling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pastor D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Questions, questions, questions!</title><content type='html'>Wow, today was really interesting. So we got there and we introduced ourselves to Pastor D, he asked us how long we had been in the relationship for and what our plans were. He also told us that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; be having about eight to ten sessions with him and would be covering a lot of areas like the role of husband and wife, finance, communication, sex e.t.c and to prepare ourselves for FULL DISCLOSURE so we shouldn't be surprised when some certain things came up. He asked if we had informed our parents about the relationship and we responded in the affirmative. He then gave us a form to fill. It was like four pages long! I was like..wow! Apart from the regular background information, these are a few questions I can remember,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blood group and genotype&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which parent were you closer to?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many siblings do you have?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are there any medical conditions that could affect your partner?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have you ever had an abortion?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;List 15 (yes 15) reasons why you want to marry this person?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you born again?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was your experience of salvation?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What do you understand by marriage?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did your parents have a good, average or poor marriage?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are your marital goals and how do you hope to achieve them?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where did you meet your partner?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are your thoughts on joint accounts for finance?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are your parents religious background?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I remember the others, I will update the post. It took us almost an hour, see me thinking as if I was preparing for A' Levels! After skimming through our forms, he made one or two comments about some things we had written like Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;O's&lt;/span&gt; parents are separated and he just asked a few questions about that. Just before he left, he asked Mr O, so why Esther? He then posed the same question to me? I just realised now that neither of us used the word love! Interesting! We spent so much time writing answers although I would have really loved to read what his 15 reasons for wanting to marry me were!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, we've booked about 8 more appointments from July all the way to November, well there's no rush, we're not planning on getting married this year anyway, this year is about preparation and setting a solid foundation. My church is very big and I'm surprised my pastor still takes time to meet all couples intending to get married on a one to one basis. God bless him.  So that's it, more updates as they come. It was really interesting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-3251029757977850653?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/3251029757977850653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=3251029757977850653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/3251029757977850653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/3251029757977850653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/06/questions-questions-questions.html' title='Questions, questions, questions!'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-1926829077459941829</id><published>2009-06-23T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:24:05.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr O'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>Oh well!! We're still learning</title><content type='html'>So we didn't really have a great weekend. I'd really missed Mr O, because I'm more of a quality time love language person when we don't make time to see I start feeling somehow. I tried to communicate this to him, maybe not in the best of ways. Sometimes in trying to pass a point across, it comes off as being accusatory and so his response really UPSET me big time. God is good, I have learnt to stop reacting to situations but rather respond to them. I kept quiet where on a good day, I could give you double for your trouble!!Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the course of the weekend I spoke to my mentor (thank God for mentors!!) and she said something that made me see everything in a very different light!! I got a new perspective on how I filter situations through my paradigm and how a lot of times there's a difference between how I feel or think about something and the truth about that something. There is no space for self-centredness in a love story. It's about you, we and us and not me, me, me. I'll be honest, I still posed a bit (I believe this is a lady's prerogative just don't pose too much sha!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we apologised, the situation didn't change, but we changed and we're both happy. In fact, I am very happy, Mr O just called and he's booked me an appointment for a facial at Clarins! Yay! Totally unexpected and out of the blue. I'm learning to understand his own language, oh yes I am!! So in summary what I've learnt is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always communicate how you feel, sometimes it's better for the words to come out wrong than to say nothing at all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having said that, try your best not to come across as accusatory, use I more than you..I feel, I think e.t.c.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accept the fact that the other person might do something that makes you angry, even very angry but try to respond and not react, don't make a bad situation worse, if you didn't say anything no-one can point at what you said&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also accept the fact that sometimes things will not be what you term ideal, remember ideal is a subjective word; your ideal might not be his/her ideal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember that no matter what happens, you love the person and love covers a multitude of sins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, that's my two cents today. Next update should be what happened in Pastor D's office!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XoXo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-1926829077459941829?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/1926829077459941829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=1926829077459941829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/1926829077459941829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/1926829077459941829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-well-were-still-learning.html' title='Oh well!! We&apos;re still learning'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-1014695765679647689</id><published>2009-06-08T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:22:19.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='premarital counselling'/><title type='text'>Pre-marital counselling!</title><content type='html'>We have our first on-on-one with my Pastor on the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I feel both excited and nervous! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! I'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; update on how it went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-1014695765679647689?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/1014695765679647689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=1014695765679647689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/1014695765679647689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/1014695765679647689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/06/pre-marital-counselling.html' title='Pre-marital counselling!'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-8131053704916063356</id><published>2009-06-08T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:22:56.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esther Hadassah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>On days like this</title><content type='html'>I'd always wanted to keep this space as honest and truthful as possible, some days love just requires a bit more effort than others I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On days like this&lt;br /&gt;I wish&lt;br /&gt;Love wasn't kind&lt;br /&gt;or patient or humble&lt;br /&gt;or held on to things that make me upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On days like this&lt;br /&gt;I wish&lt;br /&gt;Love was self seeking&lt;br /&gt;easily angered&lt;br /&gt;wanting it's own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On days like this&lt;br /&gt;I wish&lt;br /&gt;I could switch love off&lt;br /&gt;so it wouldn't hurt&lt;br /&gt;and I wouldn't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On days like this&lt;br /&gt;I wish&lt;br /&gt;but He speaks&lt;br /&gt;and reminds me that&lt;br /&gt;He is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoicing in truth&lt;br /&gt;Protective, trustful&lt;br /&gt;and persevering&lt;br /&gt;In other words&lt;br /&gt;Perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which makes me realise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On days like this&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you&lt;br /&gt;were perfect&lt;br /&gt;and you're not but then neither I am&lt;br /&gt;but He is and He can help us&lt;br /&gt;work at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Esther &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hadassah&lt;/span&gt; 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by a television show, a telephone conversation and Favoured Girl's Mr and Mrs Imperfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-8131053704916063356?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/8131053704916063356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=8131053704916063356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/8131053704916063356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/8131053704916063356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-days-like-this.html' title='On days like this'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-8994650151748183481</id><published>2009-05-28T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:06:59.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr O'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>I want..</title><content type='html'>Something I wrote a while ago for my wonderful Mr O..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I want.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To wake up every morning and find you next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To share my hopes and dreams with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; To laugh with you and cry with you as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To show you the real me, no pretences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To know the real you, no pretences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To make mini-me's and mini you's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To be your number one fan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To be the safe place where your heart can reside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To be able to disagree with you but know you still love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To forgive you when you hurt me and make me upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To cook you your favourite meal and watch you wolf it down! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To pray with you as often as possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To lie on the grass with you and listen to andrea bocelli and argue about what the words really mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To learn the little things that make you smile and do them ever so often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To trust you with my heart and realize that I don't have to be so strong all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I want to do all these things just because.....Just because I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Esther Hadassah 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-8994650151748183481?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/8994650151748183481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=8994650151748183481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/8994650151748183481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/8994650151748183481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want.html' title='I want..'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-1542709836449970033</id><published>2009-05-27T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:58:17.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Priorities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selwyn Hughes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Needing you without being needy</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading "The Ten Commandments of Dating", it's a nice book, one that can be read at any stage of a relationship and even better before embarking on a relationship. The first commandment is titled "Thou shalt get a life", sometimes single people become so focused on wanting to have a partner that they freeze the rest of their life, waiting for Mr/Miss Right to show up so they can resume the process of living. I know before I got into this relationship, I had my phases when I had no life but thankfully they were short and far between as I realised that I couldn't really know when I would be in a relationship, so no use waiting before doing some certain things so I told God, I was going to start doing my things and enjoying myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a conversation I had with a friend, she was telling me about a business idea that she had for a while and it was really interesting because from the sound of it, to me it seemed like this was what she had been born to do. As our conversation drew to a close, she commented that she would start the business when she got married. I was surprised, as in what does marriage have to do with it, she said well, if she had to leave her job it would be good to have the cushion of another income, presumably her husbands'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that may make sense on the surface but girlfriend was not even in a relationship at the time, so when will this dream come to fruition exactly, my point is I felt she was looking for an excuse for not taking the risk that comes with launching into the deep, not that I blame her but I asked myself what I had been subconsciously delaying while waiting for Mr Right and what my expectations of marriage were. Someone to pay the cable bills while I sort out the phone bills, someone to split the rent with, someone to have children with (at a point in my life, this was my only reason for getting married, I had lost faith in what I call the M word, marriage!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selwyn Hughes says that the greatest obstacle to Christian marriage is &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when one expects to have their basic personal needs met by their partner"&lt;/span&gt;. He isn't saying your partner should not fulfill some needs but not your basic needs. These basic needs are self-worth, security and significance. I have to start asking myself some questions? What do I really need from Mr O? Friendship, companionship, affirmation, does my sense of worth stem from the relationship I have with him? Sometimes I wonder if this relationship has become an idol in my life. I know relationships need to be nurtured but I worry that I'm spending so much time horizontally and not focusing enough on my vertical relationship with my Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the issue doesn't stem so much from the fact that we shouldn't love our partners but we should love nothing and no one more than God. This week, I had a long talk with God about priorities, prioritising God above all else. It's just hard sometimes, keeping everything in balance especially as God is not someone I can call up on the phone or go round to visit or go to the movies with, funny isn't it how I forget so easily that He is always here. I'm learning about practicing the presence of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always believed we should need our partners, after all why are we in relationships? I need Mr O's humour, calmness, support and rational approach to things to help me with my often harried lifestyle. It's just that fine line between needing someone and being a needy person. I see a needy person as someone that can't do without their partner. Pastor encourages couples to say to each other, "I can live without you (pause for effect) but I choose not to". I think that sums it up, we don't hold on so tightly to a person like we can't breathe if they aren't there. Aloted did a nice post on this &lt;a href="http://soulsistasheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/becoming-one-flesh-when.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I know I have a tendency to be clingy but sometimes to combat that I go to the other end of the spectrum, being totally aloof! Lol, help me Lord to live a balanced life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm aware of this, my prayer is for GOD to teach me about balance in all that I do and I'm sure keeping Him in the first position in my heart is a good place to start. Funny, how this post turned out, this wasn't how or even what I intended to write about but it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-1542709836449970033?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/1542709836449970033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=1542709836449970033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/1542709836449970033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/1542709836449970033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/05/needing-you-without-being-needy.html' title='Needing you without being needy'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-9147776467588141236</id><published>2009-05-13T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:16:18.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Yummy recipes</title><content type='html'>As I prepare to be a Mrs, I want to try and cover all fronts; necessary for a balanced life methinks.  Just a few recipes I've 'stolen' from the internet, I'm trying to be more adventerous in the kitchen. I'll give credits later but acknowledge that none of this recipes are mine. Feel free to try them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vegetarian Lasagna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onions (1 1/2 - 2 large ones)&lt;br /&gt;Garlic&lt;br /&gt;Bay leaves&lt;br /&gt;Tinned tomatoes (or real ones) 3 cans&lt;br /&gt;Double concentrate tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1 maggi cube (stock cube?)&lt;br /&gt;Eggplant (2)&lt;br /&gt;Olive oilCheese1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First slice the eggplant into as thin slices as possible. Spread a little salt over each slice and let them rest for 30 minutes. This will drain some of the water out. After 30 minutes, put them in the oven with a little oil on 200 degrees C for about 15-20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Whilst doing this, make the sauce. Start by cutting onions into tiny pieces, fry them with garlic in olive oil. Depends how much you like garlic, but at least 2-3 of them. Mix in 3-4 table spoons of double concentrate tomatoes and the maggi cube. Let it fry for a little bit. Add the tinned tomatoes, bay leaves and cinnamon. It's hard to explain how much, just let it look ok and taste along the way! When you put too much, you'll end up with a too bitter taste. Something that could help for this is add a teaspoon or two of sugar and some more tomatoes. Let this sauce simmer for like 1 hour but TASTE along the way to make sure its good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Lay the slices of eggplant in the bottom of a casserole , just like you would with a lasagna. Layer with the sauce. Then repeat. Put sauce on the top, and some swiss cheese or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Put it in the oven for 20-30 minutes 200 degrees celcius. Delicious! Can be served with brown rice, sweet potatoes or ordinary potatoes. Really good with tzatziki too.This is how you make tzatziki: Grater half a cucumber into some plain low fat yoghurt, squeeze one garlic into it.Yes - I know garlic gives bad breath but whatever. it IS healthy.Last tip I have - Always try to make your salads as dark green as possible. Contains way more vitamins and nutrition. Spinach leaves works just fine and are very healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plantain vegetable stew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome way to eat boiled plantain. Add tomatoes, vegetables (spinach), seasoning (like u r cooking stew), and chop the plantain in cubes. It is very, very yummy. Even the one made with green plantain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vegetable soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;3 sticks of celery , sliced&lt;br /&gt;2 baking potatoes, diced&lt;br /&gt;1 small/medium onion, diced&lt;br /&gt;1/2-1 leek, sliced&lt;br /&gt;4 small/medium tomatoes, chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 carrots, sliced&lt;br /&gt;1 vegetable stock in 600-800ml hot water&lt;br /&gt;A large pot/pan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method&lt;br /&gt;1.Put all the vegetables in a pan to fry briefly for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Once the vegetables start to steam, add stock and salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Bring to boil then simmer with a lid on for about 30 minutes or until vegetables are soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Add pepper if desired and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Serves: 2-4&lt;br /&gt;Preparation time: 30 mins&lt;br /&gt;Cooking time: 30-40 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leek and potato soup recipe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;Onion, chopped ?&lt;br /&gt;1Leeks, chopped ?&lt;br /&gt;3Large potatoes, chopped ?&lt;br /&gt;2300ml veg or chicken stock&lt;br /&gt;300ml semi skimmed milk&lt;br /&gt;50ml dry white wine&lt;br /&gt;Salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making Method&lt;br /&gt;1. Put all of the vegetables, milk and stock into a large saucepan and bring to the boil.? Simmer on a lower heat for around 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Puree in a food processor or blender until it is all smooth.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get a fresh pan and pour in the mixture, add the seasoning and the wine.? Heat soup through.&lt;br /&gt;4. Serve immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Serves: 4Total Preparation Time: 5 minutesTotal Cooking Time: 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chicken noodle soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;900ml chicken stock&lt;br /&gt;1 boneless, skinless chicken breast,&lt;br /&gt;about 175g/6oz1 garlic clove , finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;1tsp fresh root ginger (chopped)&lt;br /&gt;2 shredded spring onions&lt;br /&gt;50g rice or wheat noodles&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp sweetcorn2-3 thinly sliced mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp soy sauce , plus a little extra for serving&lt;br /&gt;mint or basil leaves&lt;br /&gt;shredded chilli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Method&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Pour the chicken stock into a medium sized pan, add the chicken, garlic &amp;amp; ginger and then bring to the boil. Once boiling reduce the heat, partly cover and allow to simmer for around 20 mins, the chicken will go tender during this time. After 20 mins is up take out the chicken and using a fork shred it into small bit sized pieces.&lt;br /&gt;2. Place the chicken shred back into the stock with the noodles, corn, half the spring onion, mushrooms and the soy sauce. Simmer for around 4 mins until the noodles are soft and tender. Using a ladle pour the soup into two bowls and sprinkle the remaining onions, herbs and chilli shreds over each bowl.&lt;br /&gt;Serves: 4Preparation time: 10 mins Cooking time: 30 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recipes look simple enough, I've never cooked from a recipe before so I'm looking forward to it. Will be back to share on the experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-9147776467588141236?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/9147776467588141236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=9147776467588141236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/9147776467588141236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/9147776467588141236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/05/yummy-recipes.html' title='Yummy recipes'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-7974750046053366562</id><published>2009-04-16T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:23:53.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weaknesses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='differences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strengths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowing'/><title type='text'>Knowing me and knowing you...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I allowed my mum to make me upset, I used the word allowed because to be upset or react with any emotion is a choice we have the power to make. The fact that someone says something that is provoking doesn't mean I have to be provoked. Selah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened? She came into a room in which I happened to be jejely browsing the net and said, "Esther, you may have problems with Mr O because you are quite disorganised whilst you know he likes things being in order, get yourself organised!! Trust Mummy Esther, she just says it as it is, no sugar-coating, just RAW! I got upset because 1. the mess wasn't mine 2. in all honesty, no-one ever likes when they are criticised. However, I'm learning to assess all critical comments that come my way in a way that will be constructive to my life, her words also got me thinking about the differences between I and Mr O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not a messy person (stop rolling your eyes I'm not). I just have a higher tolerance for clutter than Mr O and my mum. What I can't abide is dust, my area might be cluttered but never dirty or dusty. So here we are, 2 people learning to walk together in love and in Christ but yet different. I think it's important to be aware of what our differences are and how we can use them to work for us and not against us. I can only do this if I take the time to know first of all who I am and next who he is. It's about knowing me and knowing you. From time to time, I like to critically access myself and check how I'm growing, if I'm getting better at things I need to work on, if I'm relaxing in areas I need to be putting in more effort. Thank God for His grace, He is the only one who can empower us to change into the transformed person He wants us to be. So how are we different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Though we're from the same country, we're from different ethnic groups, different languages, different cultures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We support different football teams in the English Premiership, different countries in international matches, this is usually no biggie as I know I support the best team (no discussion!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's the spender, I'm the saver&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's sanguine, I'm more melancholic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's so English (prim, proper, minding your p's and q's, compulsive tea drinker) in his style and mannerisms, I tend to be more American (carefree, friendly and open, don't really like caffeinated drinks!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's OCD when it comes to arranging while I'm not &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His parents are separated and mine are not (at least in terms of living together)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His background is social sciences while I am pure sciences. I never realised that your education has a way of influencing the way you live!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We attend different churches although we both have a Pentecostal background&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate ironing and he loves ironing (laundry issues settled! hopefully)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't really remember more at this point but will update as I go along. With our differences however are similarities like we both love God and each other. We have good relationships with our siblings, we both have a great sense of humour and love to gossip!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I believe that we are all created by God as unique individuals. Whilst some differences might be grating on the nerves sometimes, I believe there are essential to a relationship because two different pairs of eyes will see broader than a pair as long as we are working in unity. However, similarities are important in some essential areas to provide a good foundation and stability. The Bible says it is difficult for two people to walk together except they are agreed. This is especially important with regards to faith. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the grace of God, I pray to be more aware of myself, of Mr O with regards to our strengths and weaknesses and how we can build our relationships on our strengths using them to propel us forward and I trust God by His grace that this will be so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still learning, loving and growing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XoXo..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-7974750046053366562?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/7974750046053366562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=7974750046053366562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/7974750046053366562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/7974750046053366562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/04/knowing-me-and-knowing-you.html' title='Knowing me and knowing you...'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-2115072437934645801</id><published>2009-04-02T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T11:48:35.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Submission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Still on submission</title><content type='html'>I was reading my Bible on the train today and felt led to the book of Philippians. I read Chapter 2 in an entirely new way and have turned it into a prayer of submission for myself on those days when it gets too difficult...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of the chapter encourages believers in living together in peace and unity, if only I could remember these words and apply to all my relationships..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul says&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;.."then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and purpose. Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prayer for the submissive wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord may my attitude be the same as that of Christ Jesus: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because although being in very nature like man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not consider equality with him something to be grasped&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but make myself as nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;taking the very nature of a servant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;being made a submissive wife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;being found in attitude and appearance as a respectful one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I humble myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;becoming obedient to the point of the death of my flesh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;carrying this cross daily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;therefore my husband will honour me to the highest place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and give me a name that he calls no other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for he shall say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many women do noble things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you surpass them all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you are a woman who fears the Lord and you will be praised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my beloved and I am yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Esther &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hadassah&lt;/span&gt; 2009, adapted from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Philippians&lt;/span&gt; Chapter 2 and Proverbs 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for God, there is nothing that concerns us that He has not given an idea in His word. I pray He gives me the grace to continue growing in His grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;XoXo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-2115072437934645801?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/2115072437934645801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=2115072437934645801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/2115072437934645801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/2115072437934645801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-on-submission.html' title='Still on submission'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-5262775444116353446</id><published>2009-03-27T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:45:54.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr O'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>What are you saying? Communication is key..</title><content type='html'>To me, communication is a bedrock of a relationship. If everything rises and falls on leadership as John Maxwell says, relationships thrive or wilt depending on how partners communicate. I looked up the word communicate on dictionary.org and came up with the following definitions/descriptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.to impart knowledge of; make known: to communicate information; to communicate one's happiness.&lt;br /&gt;2. to give to another; impart; transmit: to communicate a disease.&lt;br /&gt;3.to give or interchange thoughts, feelings, information, or the like, by writing, speaking, etc.: They communicate with each other every day.&lt;br /&gt;4.to express thoughts, feelings, or information easily or effectively.&lt;br /&gt;5.to be joined or connected: The rooms communicated by means of a hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically it's an exchange between I and Mr O, I and my mum, I and whoever I am communicating with of ideas, thoughts, feeling, information e.t.c. Pastor says that communication &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;involves&lt;/span&gt; three basic principles. Talking, listening and understanding. Get these 3 right and we will save ourselves a lot of stress. He also mentioned that for communication to occur there must be a speaker, a medium through which communication goes through and the receiver and also from speaker to receiver there are certain guidelines that should be put in place before effective communication can occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't discussed this topic in full detail and by the grace of God, I hope to share what I have learnt and how I'm practically applying what I'm learning. This is an area of great interest to me because effective communication is not one of my strongest points. I and Mr O started out as friends, as in just friends. We attended the same church and were placed in the same department to serve. Funny enough, I and his younger brother were even closer friends and I used to see him as my friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;egbon&lt;/span&gt;..it's amazing what a few years can do to you isn't it? I always encourage my sisters, please develop relationships with people even outside of your comfort zone. He may not really seem like who you think he should be but always keep an open mind plus an open ear to God who is the one who reveals the thoughts and intents of the hearts of man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From acquaintances to friends, to closer friends, to almost brother/sister to courtship should have been a smooth transition shouldn't it? I mean we had known each other for almost seven years before we started thinking about a 'relationship' so our foundation should have been strong and solid as a rock..yes? NO, a very big NO if I may add. Now, there are two sides to every story and unfortunately Mr O cannot come and share his side but well..maybe? A lot of issues that we had at the beginning of our relationship were in my opinion due to a lack of communication on both sides. We were both assuming (ASS-U-ME..get it!) a lot of things about the other rather than finding a way to talk through issues and importantly RESOLVE them. It's no point going back and forth over an issue when each person is trying to prove their point without it gearing towards RESOLUTION (Dang, Holy Spirit, this must be a setup so that there's somewhere to put me back in order when I go offtrack!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something happens, I would rather talk about it there and then and get it over with, no so with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oga&lt;/span&gt;, he withdraws into himself until he can find his answer and keep on stepping. I've been told this is typical of men and women. As I liked to say it then and there, I never used to take into account timing with respect to communication. There is a time to talk and a time to keep quiet the Bible says, there is also a way to talk..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FG&lt;/span&gt; did an excellent post on this &lt;a href="http://http://journeydowntheaisle.blogspot.com/2009/02/resolving-conflicts-how-to-fight-fair.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. For good communication, one must speak, the other must listen and both must UNDERSTAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prevent myself from raising my voice when I'm particularly bothered about an issue, I write it in an email, this helps me structure my thoughts as there is no way to delete a spoken word although I might add a big part of communication is non-verbal so there are some discussions better suited for face to face. There was an instance where I sent the email and was shocked, hurt, angered and really bitter about the response I received. I asked myself how Mr O could possibly read the meaning he read from the words I sent. I too sent my own missile. Isn't it funny how we throw bombs at each other and raise our hands in surprise when all around is debris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for God in this instance, He spoke to Mr O who spoke to me kindly and tenderly. We discussed the issue, understood where the other person was coming from, which enabled us forgive each other and deepened our relationship. I must say that when the Bible says all things will work together for your good it has been true to us. From every major misunderstanding we have had (there haven't been that many!!) we have by the grace of God emerged stronger. It is only by His grace, I can't even boast. I am trying and striving to commit every area of my relationship to the One who is the author and finisher, He does not create confusion but makes everything beautiful in it's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in terms of communication we still have some way to go but I trust God will be with us every step of the way. I am learning to think about what I say/write before doing it, also to go with God's guidance regarding timing, saying the right thing at the wrong time can sometimes come across the wrong way. I'm learning and growing. Love is a good thing and not only between a man and a woman. One of my personal favourite sayings is that relationships are mirrors through which we view ourselves. I can't wait for the next class to get some more tips for effective communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;XoXo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-5262775444116353446?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/5262775444116353446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=5262775444116353446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/5262775444116353446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/5262775444116353446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-are-you-saying-communication-is.html' title='What are you saying? Communication is key..'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-3741633238680871622</id><published>2009-03-20T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:15:12.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Submission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husbands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Who's in charge? Our roles in marriage</title><content type='html'>For the past two weeks, Pastor has been discussing on this topic. The issue of roles in marriage. I just discovered that Pastor is using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Selwyn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hughe's&lt;/span&gt; Marriage as God intended as the supporting text for the classes and I got my copy this week. So far, so great! It's a wonderful book and I would recommend it to anyone and everyone whether you are just considering marriage or already married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ponderings&lt;/span&gt;...roles in marriage. This can usually turn to a hot topic because usually it's the man is the head, the woman should submit e.t.c, e.t.c. As always, Pastor referred us back to the Bible which tells us that 'husbands should love their wives...let me get it straight from the apostle's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Even so husbands should love their wives as [being in a sense] their own bodies. He who loves his own wife loves himself. For no man ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and carefully protects and cherishes it, as Christ does the church, Because we are members (parts) of His body. For this reason a man shall leave his father and his mother and shall be joined to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh. This mystery is very great, but I speak concerning [the relation of] Christ and the church. However, let each man of you [without exception] love his wife as [being in a sense] his very own self; &lt;strong&gt;Ephesians 5:28-33&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor taught us that the role of the husband is that of a LOVING LEADER. Not just a leader or a tyrant or the Big Boss but a loving leader. The Bible commands men to love their wives as they love themselves and as Christ loves the church. Most importantly, as he loves himself. I've come to realise that the men actually have the 'tougher' deal. How did Christ love the church? He loved her enough to shed His blood for her on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;calvary&lt;/span&gt; even when she did not acknowledge the love. This is the type of love shown by Hosea for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gomer&lt;/span&gt;. I don't think this type of love can actually come from one's self but from the Lord. Pastor explained how this love can be shown practically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband must express his love through acts of service and acts of kindness. Dates, gifts, words of affirmation, touch, hugs kinda reminds me of the 5 love languages. He should also be willing to sacrifice for her and a sacrifice is not a sacrifice if it isn't worth something to the other person, he must be willing to keep her in high esteem and be patient with her when she makes mistakes. There's a last one I can't remember at the moment! Wow, I guess Mr O has his work cut out. I pray that he be the man that God has created him to be because this is no easy task. I and Mr O have this saying when one of us thanks the other for something that has been done. We say "It's part of my job description" so if it makes you happy, I do it because that my job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us the women (wives), Apostle Paul didn't forget us and although this verse has been preached in so many ways with so many responses, I got a new insight when I read Rev Hughes words on this matter. The Scripture says;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wives, be subject (be submissive and adapt yourselves) to your own husbands as [a service] to the Lord...As the church is subject to Christ, so let wives also be subject in everything to their husbands...and let the wife see that she &lt;strong&gt;respects&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;reverences&lt;/strong&gt; her husband that she &lt;strong&gt;notices&lt;/strong&gt; him, &lt;strong&gt;regards&lt;/strong&gt; him, &lt;strong&gt;honors&lt;/strong&gt; him, &lt;strong&gt;prefers&lt;/strong&gt; him, &lt;strong&gt;venerates,&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;esteems&lt;/strong&gt; him; and that she &lt;strong&gt;defers&lt;/strong&gt; to him, &lt;strong&gt;praises&lt;/strong&gt; him, and &lt;strong&gt;loves&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;admires&lt;/strong&gt; him exceedingly Ephesians 5:22,24 and 33b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first feeling was wow, God is this possible but if God has asked it of us, surely He must know that I will be able to do it by His strength of course. I like the way it is written in the Amplified Bible. I should adapt myself to him as a service to the Lord. God has already given us the pattern of how this submission should be. I am defining submission as an attitude in which I acknowledge the fact that my husband is the loving leader in our home. As Jesus was subject to the will of the Father and I am subject to Christ in all that I do, so my will should be subject to that of my husband. There can be no submission without love and trust. Jesus loves me this I know, I trust that whatever He asks of me is always in my best interest, this does not always mean that I willingly go in the direction, He asks of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor said that the fact that your husband is the loving leader and you the submissive follower does not mean he just says this is it and that's that. A loving leader asks for the opinion of the one who follows because if you don't need others opinions then why did you get married in the first place. Adam needed Eve and it would be silly for him to discount her say on the matter. Pastor said that we need to get to a place where our husbands had the right on the final say in a matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, I know I'm not there yet but this to me buttresses the importance of the choice I am making in a life partner. It's not that I don't trust Mr O but honestly, I'm not sure I'm in a place where I can wholeheartedly say that I can trust all his decisions but then neither can I trust all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt; either, there should be room for both of us to make mistakes. So far in our relationship, he usually tries to get my opinion on matters especially those that directly affect us. I'm not a good one with ultimatums, I was remarking this fact to a girlfriend...don't tell me "or else" because I'll come back with "or else what". I know I have some way to go before I get this submission thing but Father give me the grace and strength to walk in the attitude of submission. Help my husband to be to be a loving leader in Jesus name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other role of a wife is to respect her husband. Respect him...how? The Amplified Bible shows how. I know I've not perfected this yet but by the grace of God I will make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; effort to praise, honour, respect, reverence, admire and love Mr O. On my way home from the class I sent Mr O a text indicating I would try my best to do these and more by the grace of God and his reply made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madam. Thank you for being you. Your smile, voice, understanding and of course I'll respect, honour, celebrate and love you always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;xxxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;". Me thinks I must be doing some things right or what do you reckon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-3741633238680871622?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/3741633238680871622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=3741633238680871622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/3741633238680871622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/3741633238680871622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/03/whos-in-charge-our-roles-in-marriage.html' title='Who&apos;s in charge? Our roles in marriage'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-7806578508785773231</id><published>2009-03-18T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:34:25.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love languages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>He loves me, he loves me not; Understanding our love languages</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading The Five Love Languages by Dr Gary Chapman. It was really an interesting read. I'd started it before but didn't finish it for some reason. It comes highly recommended because the principles it contains can be applied to all relationships and not just those of a romantic nature. I'm beginning to realise just how important this preparation, learning and growing together thing is so important in our relationship. I and Mr O are different not only in gender and background which is usually enough for some Oscar winning performances from us both but also in our love languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From reflecting on what I read in the book, I've come to realise my primary love language is quality time. I think I also respond very well to acts of service and words of affirmation but  quality time rates very highly. I now realise that a lot of award winning drama we had at the beginning of our relationship stemmed from the fact that we were not so aware of what was appreciated as a loving gesture by the other person. I couldn't understand why Mr O would claim to love me and yet not want to spend quality time with me. By quality time I don't mean sitting somewhere while Mr O is watching the telly and I'm daydreaming (although this is how it is sometimes) but quality time where I'm laughing at his jokes or vice versa, sharing things we don't know about each other, praying together or debating about our different points of view about a particular issue. So people spending quality time with me and I with them really speaks love to me because for me time is so precious, even more than money and for you to choose to spend some of it on me really speaks volumes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr O is a gift and acts of service giver. From the small to the great, he can give gifts to raise the dead. That is what he speaks, that is what he knows. So what do we do? I like gifts but because of some issues from my childhood I'd always seen a gift as an "I am sorry" gesture as opposed to an "I love you" . So while I would accept them, it just didn't seem to cut it. Later, I would feel guilty for not really appreciating what he brought to the table. I thank God for God and the Holy Spirit, believe me the Heavenly Father is the most important force for any relationship to succeed. God began to teach me about love 1st Corinthians 13 style. I'm not there yet, not even close but by His grace I know we are getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From reading the book I have learnt that while it is important to learn to speak your partner's, sister's, brothers, colleague's e.t.c love language even though it is something that at first might seem foreign to you, remember love involves sacrifice i.e it might not be comfortable, it is also important as recipients of love to see the heart from which the language flows and see it for what it is presented for. Yes, I like quality time but the shirt Mr O bought and put in 'my' locker tells me that he loves me and was thinking about me at the time. Yesterday on our way back from the counselling class (so much fun!!) he gave me a packet of crisps, I don't like crisps but I ate it like it was the best thing since sliced bread. He really is very thoughtful because he saved it for me because I get so hungry after the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to take the revelation into my other relationships, especially with my family. I'm trying to recognise what their love languages are and give/receive accordingly. Love is love, whether one is loving a husband (i admit this must sometimes need a special grace from on high), a friend, a sister or an employee. It requires great emotional strength. I' m learning to ask God for the grace and strength to always do right by those He has brought into my life. It is well. I'm enjoying walking and growing in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-7806578508785773231?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/7806578508785773231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=7806578508785773231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/7806578508785773231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/7806578508785773231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not.html' title='He loves me, he loves me not; Understanding our love languages'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-8327522180118389219</id><published>2009-03-13T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:32:58.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='premarital counselling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pastor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choice'/><title type='text'>The choice</title><content type='html'>I've been pondering on  the issue of choosing a mate. Some people say there is only one person who has been destined to be your partner and team mate in the journey of life and as God knows who this person is, you seek His face and you eventually meet and live happily ever after. Some people are on the other end of the spectrum and feel that the choice of who they marry is totally up to them. What do I think?  &lt;div&gt;Well I don't believe that there is just one person created to be my mate, I believe that God has given me free will but I also strongly believe that because He created me, He  knows what's best for me and I should rely on His guidance. I think after the decision to give my life to Christ and serve Him faithfully for the rest of my life,  the next decision on the scale of importance is the choice of who I marry. Although it's not easy, I can change careers or relocate to another country but marriage, it's not so easy to change husbands and even if it is, I really don't want to find out. By the grace of God, I pray for the 'd' word to never enter the dictionary of my life in Jesus name. It is not an option. I believe that no one enters marriage believing that they will get divorced so we should try and take the steps to ensure we don't get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pastor says talk to God, don't make a decision solely based on how you feel. Have you prayed? Have you gotten a confirmation from God that this is the One? Also, have you weighed the pros and cons  of getting married to this person? Do you know him/her? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, whenever I used to pray about relationship issues in the past, I always wondered how God would speak to me for the truth is where my emotions are involved I find it very difficult to hear from God. Either for or against. Pastor said pray, ask God to confirm his answer through His word and through the mouth of another witness. This resonated with me. I must admit I didn't really pray when I and Mr O decided to start the relationship, I rephrase, I prayed but I wasn't sure I got an answer per say, I just went with the peace of God I had in my heart. But then we had a very big disagreement in the first few months (The Big Fight, I might talk about it in a later post) and we decided not to see each other anymore. Then I prayed and this time I waited for God to speak to me. God spoke to me through his word, through the message of the pastor in my sister's church and through my mother. The reason I know about the confirmation from two witnesses is because they did not know what the implications of the words they spoke meant to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even with this, I must say that there are times I still wonder and have doubts but deep down I know God is working and therefore as I have made my choice, I need to dig my heels into the foundation of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; and build our relationship from there. I don't know if Mr O is the best man in the world but he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; the best man for me! Keep smiling and shining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-8327522180118389219?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/8327522180118389219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=8327522180118389219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/8327522180118389219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/8327522180118389219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/03/choice.html' title='The choice'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-9136805955355284002</id><published>2009-03-12T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:05:46.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='premarital counselling'/><title type='text'>Preparation</title><content type='html'>A definition of prepare is to put in proper condition or readiness. To put in proper condition, that means preparation actually comes before doing something. I prepare to go out, I prepare for my presentation, for my exam e.t.c. These days I have been asking myself serious questions. Questions like Am I preparing for life? To be a wife and mother, to be an employee and a business owner and if I am preparing, how am I preparing? Am I preparing in the right way? As a child of God, I believe that God has created me for a specific purpose and I need to rely on His guidance to see me through in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be successful in any endeavour in life, one must be prepared. Woe to an army whose enemy finds them unprepared for battle. At this point in my life I feel like I am in preparation for so many things. I'm preparing for the next phase of my career, to start a business and also to be a Mrs (this is heavy!) but by the grace of God, I will choose to depend on His wisdom to see me through because so many problems and issues can be avoided if only one was prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and the man I love, like and am in love with (Mr O) have recently started premarital counselling. Like I said, no official proposal yet but we know where we are going and I think it's better to start now to start putting a solid foundation in place. I would recommend it for people in serious relationships even before you get engaged because some issues crop up in counselling that make you think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;..I'd never considered that before! I will be sharing what I am learning there and the impact that it is making in my life and our relationship. I love what the pastor taking the class said "This is a life class, it's not just about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt; because the principles you will learn here can be applied to other areas of your life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be prepared, like a tennis player always on the balls of their feet, ever ready to apply lethal force to that ball when it gets to their court, what about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-9136805955355284002?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/9136805955355284002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=9136805955355284002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/9136805955355284002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/9136805955355284002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/03/preparation.html' title='Preparation'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590024014822054710.post-2903156163441770579</id><published>2009-03-11T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:50:57.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>E ka abo! Bienvenue! Welcome! After perusing and falling in love with so many blogs, I have decided to take the plunge..blogging here I come. I intend to write on the happenings in my life Before I Did...Before I did what you may ask. Before I got married. Funny thing is I'm not even engaged yet (though I know there's something in the works) but I just thought to put down the things I have learnt and am still learning on my journey to being a Mrs! I hope it will be a blessing to those who read it because I intend to be brutally honest! It will also chronicle my journey to a fitter me. I want to look and feel fit and fab Before I do not just to fit into a dress but to be my best for my King (God) and also due to some health concerns that have cropped up that I will discuss later. Be blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590024014822054710-2903156163441770579?l=justlikehadassah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/feeds/2903156163441770579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590024014822054710&amp;postID=2903156163441770579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/2903156163441770579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590024014822054710/posts/default/2903156163441770579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikehadassah.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Hadassah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09667206011492798168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
