<?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-1010259114428495703</id><updated>2012-02-08T12:25:33.746-06:00</updated><category term='Summer Project'/><category term='God&apos;s Faithfulness'/><category term='Thankful'/><category term='Cru'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Christ&apos;s Glory'/><category term='Dying to self'/><category term='Provision'/><category term='Salvation'/><category term='Repentance'/><category term='Perfection'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Evangelism'/><category term='God&apos;s Power'/><category term='Fear'/><category term='Ethiopia'/><category term='Freshman'/><category term='Searching'/><category term='Scripture'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='hope'/><category term='Gratitude'/><category term='Victory in Christ'/><category term='Devil'/><category term='Denton Texas'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Great Commission'/><category term='Testimony'/><category term='Name Change'/><category term='Gospel Message'/><category term='Grace'/><category term='Lori'/><category term='Big Break'/><title type='text'>Thirst for the City</title><subtitle type='html'>Reaching college students in Dallas, who will reach the world, so that everyone knows someone who truly follows Jesus.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-8450962838168123378</id><published>2012-01-22T13:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T13:42:20.310-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethiopia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Commission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evangelism'/><title type='text'>Feeding Children in Ethiopia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UyO-r7FOerU/TxxksGn0QwI/AAAAAAAAAZg/tTBzpgnM80g/s1600/FCE" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UyO-r7FOerU/TxxksGn0QwI/AAAAAAAAAZg/tTBzpgnM80g/s320/FCE" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JCOhqSWL0Hc/Txxk3rIoATI/AAAAAAAAAZw/La0R8iR8WF0/s1600/DSCF0041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JCOhqSWL0Hc/Txxk3rIoATI/AAAAAAAAAZw/La0R8iR8WF0/s320/DSCF0041.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-za7B0skHuaA/Txxkzo8P-wI/AAAAAAAAAZo/deD__tKFQ5A/s1600/DSCF0033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-za7B0skHuaA/Txxkzo8P-wI/AAAAAAAAAZo/deD__tKFQ5A/s320/DSCF0033.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of weeks ago, Cru had their annual Winter Conference in Fort Worth, TX. During the conference students packed meals to be sent to our long term team in Ethiopia, who will be delivering them to the poorest of the unreached people groups in their scope. Students from Texas, Arkansas, Oklahoma and Louisiana raised $19,000 before the conference to make this effort a reality. It was by far one of the most fun outreach experiences of all the Winter Conference's I've attended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that as the STINT team in Ethiopia serves the physical needs of these children, that opportunities will arise for the Gospel to be shared and transform the lives of people in this area of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-8450962838168123378?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8450962838168123378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2012/01/feeding-children-in-ethiopia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/8450962838168123378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/8450962838168123378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2012/01/feeding-children-in-ethiopia.html' title='Feeding Children in Ethiopia'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UyO-r7FOerU/TxxksGn0QwI/AAAAAAAAAZg/tTBzpgnM80g/s72-c/FCE' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-224032531323737175</id><published>2011-12-18T15:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T15:07:42.781-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas, grateful for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Teary  eyed watching this and being reminded of all the Lord has  accomplished this year...... beyond thankful for those who give and pray  faithfully for me and my ministry in Dallas. THANK YOU, Merry Christmas  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/33225826?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/33225826"&gt;Campus Crusade for Christ -- Christmas Thank You&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user2573172"&gt;Masterworks&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-224032531323737175?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/224032531323737175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-grateful-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/224032531323737175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/224032531323737175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-grateful-for-you.html' title='Merry Christmas, grateful for you'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-1783437429702001441</id><published>2011-09-05T13:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T14:13:22.050-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freshman'/><title type='text'>First few weeks on campus....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4SRhGRYtm6w/TmURYhNoLJI/AAAAAAAAAYk/m6mKB3uVDmc/s1600/DSCF0241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4SRhGRYtm6w/TmURYhNoLJI/AAAAAAAAAYk/m6mKB3uVDmc/s320/DSCF0241.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every year we remember the statistic that freshman are more interested in the Gospel during their first 6 weeks on campus than any other time in their college careers. Because of this our team has been planning and praying hard for reaching out during these crucial first weeks on campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our staff team prayed, I was reminded that it was 2 weeks BEFORE my first college class that I had found the group of people I would spend the next 2 years with. I jumped head first into the fraternity parties, sorority events, and got into a relationship that led me further from Christ than I had ever been. I would never have walked into a church or campus ministry on my own accord, but I would have responded if someone cared enough about me to get to know me and share how I could have hope outside of the typical college experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2cDrFsIXm0/TmURaOeonYI/AAAAAAAAAYo/iJ_SgnZMs7E/s1600/DSCF0242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2cDrFsIXm0/TmURaOeonYI/AAAAAAAAAYo/iJ_SgnZMs7E/s320/DSCF0242.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is because of this that we are motivated to stand outside in the 110  degree heat passing out popsicles and getting into conversations with  freshman. Here are some pics from our table at the Mean Green Fling,  where hundreds of student organizations set up tables to tell freshman what their  group is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PBcwFzfR31k/TmURbolPATI/AAAAAAAAAYs/w7xCYj9QDk8/s1600/DSCF0244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PBcwFzfR31k/TmURbolPATI/AAAAAAAAAYs/w7xCYj9QDk8/s320/DSCF0244.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mean Green Fling&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;You also know  that I have a huge heart for sorority women, since I was in a sorority  myself. We have started this semester by visiting each chapter and  making announcements about our Cru events. These announcements are not  meant to terminate on themselves. We want to make significant contacts  with women in each house in hopes of getting in front of their freshman  to share how to balance life in college and think deeply about the  spiritual part of life. These freshman talks translate into one-on-one conversations where our staff women will get to know  these women and have an opportunity to share where they can find their  greatest satisfaction in college -- Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the books we  passed out as a give-away in each house. The book gives a real look at  the Sex &amp;amp; The City lifestyle that so many young women aspire  towards. The author, Marian Jordan, talks candidly of her life  experience and how she was looking for love in all the wrong places... leaving her  thirsty, drained, and even more empty, and how Jesus is the only one  that truly satisfies the desires of our hearts. For more on Marian's  ministry visit: &lt;a href="http://www.redeemedgirl.org/"&gt;http://www.redeemedgirl.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AvSC63p3Ydc/TmURd1cuAXI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1Gkjj-gApmw/s1600/DSCF0249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AvSC63p3Ydc/TmURd1cuAXI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1Gkjj-gApmw/s320/DSCF0249.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sex &amp;amp; The City Uncovered books for sororities &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This  past Thursday we had our first Cru event called "The Big Something." We gathered outside a dorm in  the middle of campus, played live music, gave away free sno-balls, and  played some volleyball. All this in hopes of meeting some new students  and inviting them to be a part of our community. One of our staff guys  told us later he counted 85 students at this event -- praise God!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Some  students came because we handed them a flier at the Mean Green Fling,  some came because their friend invited them, and some just came because  they heard the music from their dorm. This was a great encouragement to  us to see that students who had no idea what we were about took a risk  to come to our event alone and get to know us. What a huge step for a  freshman! We are having the same event next Thursday and are encouraged by the Lord that this was His will for us. We will be kicking off our regular weekly meeting (worship &amp;amp; bible study) on Sept. 15.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zwot39MS8fs/TmUYgVU2DdI/AAAAAAAAAZA/G7EdQjOlHJQ/s1600/DSCF0268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zwot39MS8fs/TmUYgVU2DdI/AAAAAAAAAZA/G7EdQjOlHJQ/s320/DSCF0268.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Student Leaders at The Big Something&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here are some things to pray for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That  many freshman would walk by our 2nd The Big Something and that we would get  into spiritual conversations with them&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We have tables doing  spiritual surveys with students every day this week -- pray for divine  appointments and for energy/perseverance through the heat and long days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That we would be able to develop relationships with sorority freshman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GVXxNHq29_M/TmUbLBeAvhI/AAAAAAAAAZE/XOH9OJfnAbo/s1600/DSCF0254.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GVXxNHq29_M/TmUbLBeAvhI/AAAAAAAAAZE/XOH9OJfnAbo/s320/DSCF0254.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Student guys filling out spiritual surveys&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-1783437429702001441?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1783437429702001441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-few-weeks-on-campus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/1783437429702001441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/1783437429702001441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-few-weeks-on-campus.html' title='First few weeks on campus....'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4SRhGRYtm6w/TmURYhNoLJI/AAAAAAAAAYk/m6mKB3uVDmc/s72-c/DSCF0241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-2839311556500350106</id><published>2011-08-09T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T22:40:36.553-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victory in Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>Staring Fear in the Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The lies get worse as they stream though your mind. You do not wander as the adulterous woman (&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Proverbs+5%3A3-6"&gt;Proverbs 5:3-6&lt;/a&gt;). You are a new creation -- a daughter of the King who has clothed you with strength and dignity (&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Proverbs+31%3A25"&gt;Proverbs 31:25&lt;/a&gt;). You have no reason to feel ashamed -- because the blood of Christ has cleansed you from all unrighteousness. (&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=1+John+1%3A9"&gt;1 John 1:9&lt;/a&gt;) Beauty is fleeting and should not be trusted in; seek after the fear of the Lord. All fear exists because at one point it was reality. Once you experience something as reality it is hard to forget. We need your grace to help us remember that another person's sin does not define us. Your own sin doesn't define you because you are in Christ -- &lt;b&gt;He&lt;/b&gt; defines you and gives you &lt;b&gt;worth. &lt;/b&gt;You will not crumble under it. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You are broken and fallen. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But God&lt;/span&gt; is victorious through Christ's death and resurrection (&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Isaiah+25%3A8"&gt;Isaiah 25:8&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You cannot put your trust in man. All others will fail you. God, insecurity need not be projected on another. We are tempted to lay it on the ground, but I rather surrender it to you. Father, fear shows the truth about who we are -- that we do not really trust you. We don't trust you are who you say you are -- we don't trust you have our best interest at heart and we do not really believe you love us. Confession to you is &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;. In that I can truly breathe. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And I have this foundation: there is nothing in my history that confirms you will leave me all alone. I cannot look back on my life and say there was a time you were not with me. You are faithful, and keeper of my soul. You define my worth in every way (&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Psalm+139%3A1"&gt;Psalm 139:1&lt;/a&gt;). You have not left me alone as an orphan or abandoned me (&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=John+14%3A18"&gt;John 14:18&lt;/a&gt;). You protect me and guide me. I &lt;b&gt;can&lt;/b&gt; trust your voice. I can trust your Spirit will reveal truth to my soul and direct me by your powerful word (&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Romans+12%3A2"&gt;Romans 2:12&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Love is a risk. We have to be willing to risk to follow you. Lord, to revel in your outstanding, immeasurable love that overcomes all confusion, brokenness, and brutal missing of your perfect mark. We are but small beggars trying to get by. But you have given us power to conquer over fear (&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?passage=Romans+8%3A37"&gt;Romans 8:37&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Spirit of truth that dwells and lives within me: You have given me light and life where I deserved death and darkness. Despite of who I am you did this. Despite my rebellious treason against your authority, you &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;You fight for me. Help me drink in that grace. Because by the grace of God and sacrifice of Jesus in death and resurrection, claiming victory over death, you say I am. With all authority in Heaven and on Earth, you say I am chosen. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-2839311556500350106?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2839311556500350106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2011/08/staring-fear-in-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/2839311556500350106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/2839311556500350106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2011/08/staring-fear-in-face.html' title='Staring Fear in the Face'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-4842738777758641519</id><published>2011-07-28T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T20:49:49.256-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lori'/><title type='text'>Idols.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0BiRfTS8gzw/TjIPlh-v9eI/AAAAAAAAAYY/3tQuDp7h8E0/s1600/257751_10150227510013701_501733700_7203897_6040343_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0BiRfTS8gzw/TjIPlh-v9eI/AAAAAAAAAYY/3tQuDp7h8E0/s200/257751_10150227510013701_501733700_7203897_6040343_o.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lori's fun personality :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Most of you know I lived in Branson, MO for most of the summer. There were about 35 students on the summer project we were hosting. One of those students is Lori. Lori is from Maryland, and is a student at UNT. I got to know Lori when I reported to campus in March. We met for coffee at Einstein Bagel on campus, and she shared her story with me. Lori is an open book, a woman who others naturally follow, and passionate about living a life intimately connected to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lori had the privilege of teaching the other student women on project on the subject of idols. Our church in Denton has been discussing this topic recently, and Lori has been learning a lot about this subject in her personal times with the Lord. I'll let Lori tell you about her talk to these women:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I talked about how we first have to identify what our idols are and then seek why we ultimately put those things before God. My main idol is relationships (with both boys and girls). Those are things God has given me, but when I make them absolute by going to them in troubled times over God they became more of a burden. My root idol goes back to approval and comfort though, so when I realized that's why I had been putting those things first, then I was able to find that in God. My favorite part of the night was the end where we all prayed. Everyone just said one word or a phrase that came to mind, whether it be something they want to give up, a fear, or what they're thankful for. My prayer was that the Spirit would be moving especially in that time and I think He was. I enjoyed speaking and I think it was a good learning experience for me.&amp;nbsp; Some of the girls were tearing up at the end of prayer, and they said they really enjoyed it and that it was different than anything they had ever done before!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esvbible.org/search/Rom+1%3A18%2C21%2C25/"&gt;Romans 1:18, 21-25&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esvbible.org/search/Isaiah+44%3A9/"&gt;Isaiah 44:9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esvbible.org/search/Colossians+3%3A5/"&gt;Colossians 3:5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esvbible.org/search/Romans+6%3A14/"&gt;Romans 6:14&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z1v7edfJrcM/TjIPgi1TutI/AAAAAAAAAYU/vFwGx4lTSwk/s1600/259267_10150224375013701_501733700_7173126_6638033_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z1v7edfJrcM/TjIPgi1TutI/AAAAAAAAAYU/vFwGx4lTSwk/s320/259267_10150224375013701_501733700_7173126_6638033_o.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This summer Lori discipled 3 staff kids -- here she is with Maloree&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0BiRfTS8gzw/TjIPlh-v9eI/AAAAAAAAAYY/3tQuDp7h8E0/s1600/257751_10150227510013701_501733700_7203897_6040343_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-4842738777758641519?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4842738777758641519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2011/07/idols.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/4842738777758641519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/4842738777758641519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2011/07/idols.html' title='Idols.'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0BiRfTS8gzw/TjIPlh-v9eI/AAAAAAAAAYY/3tQuDp7h8E0/s72-c/257751_10150227510013701_501733700_7203897_6040343_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-7691242546021673205</id><published>2011-07-28T16:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T20:55:39.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Commission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Name Change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cru'/><title type='text'>No other name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvtQsJQ5yhk/TjGgCNjZKtI/AAAAAAAAAYI/RMPKPvjatDk/s1600/ft+collins" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvtQsJQ5yhk/TjGgCNjZKtI/AAAAAAAAAYI/RMPKPvjatDk/s320/ft+collins" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm home from spending 10 days in beautiful Ft. Collins, CO for our US Staff Conference. About 5,000 staff from all over the United States came to be refreshed and encouraged by the leaders of our ministry as well as other well known Christian leaders. I felt challenged a lot over the past week and a half, and have been thinking a lot about how I live out my faith. Is Jesus really my life? Am I willing to do anything and go anywhere for the sake of people hearing about the scandalous love of Jesus? Over the past two years, the organization I work for has been asking themselves the same questions. Are we doing everything we can as a movement to connect people to the abundant life Jesus promises?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in Colorado, it was announced that we will be changing our name from Campus Crusade for Christ to &lt;a href="http://www.ccci.org/about-us/donor-relations/our-new-name/index.htm"&gt;Cru&lt;/a&gt;. In speaking with people who do not know Christ but would be interested in hearing more about how they could begin a relationship with Him, 20% said they would no longer be interested in talking with us about Jesus if they knew our name was Campus Crusade for Christ. Most organizations would say 2% is considered a very high percentage of people to negatively respond toward a name. Wow. We are committed to doing &lt;b&gt;anything&lt;/b&gt; we need to do in order for others to hear about the saving love and grace of Jesus. With overwhelming feedback from countless individuals that our name was actually hindering us from connecting with others about Christ, we have changed the name of our US ministry to Cru. I personally could not love the name more. I think it will draw people in to the organization, causing people to ask "What are you about?" We are passionate about connecting others to Jesus. Since the leadership of our organization has done such a great job at explaining the name change, I will let them speak instead of me repeating what they have already said so well. Below are two videos that explain more behind the heart of the name change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is by the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;whom you crucified but  whom God raised from the dead,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that this man stands before you healed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jesus is ‘the stone you builders rejected, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;which has become the cornerstone.’&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acts 4:10-12&lt;/i&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;a href="http://www.ccci.org/about-us/donor-relations/our-new-name/steve-douglass-video.htm#ooid=9vanZuMjpoBSp0ldqGNv0ScWsIAJw6Yr"&gt;Steve Douglas, President of CCC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ccci.org/about-us/donor-relations/our-new-name/together-video.htm#ooid=5zdTRvMjqiTz_9scsfwP3WXUhKH4TKNN"&gt;Together&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-7691242546021673205?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7691242546021673205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-other-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/7691242546021673205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/7691242546021673205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-other-name.html' title='No other name.'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvtQsJQ5yhk/TjGgCNjZKtI/AAAAAAAAAYI/RMPKPvjatDk/s72-c/ft+collins' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-7614711119990793186</id><published>2011-03-25T13:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T22:39:03.333-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Faithfulness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evangelism'/><title type='text'>90 minutes to 100% certain</title><content type='html'>Think of a diagram ranging from -10 to 0 to +10 ......you could imagine that the numbers represent where a person is along their spiritual journey. -10 might represent someone who is a declared atheist, believing there is no God. -7 may represent someone who believes there is a God, but does not know who that is and how they relate to Him. -2 represents someone who agrees Jesus is the Son of God, but has not given their life over to Him. 0 represents the point where someone surrenders their life to Christ, and +1 and on signifies a life of growth and maturity in your faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the evangelism training at Big Break, students were challenged to ask God for +1 experiences. This meant that our focus was on asking good questions, listening well and connecting the stories of others to the gospel and to their own personal stories of redemption. For some, hearing the gospel may move them from a -10 to -9. For others, these conversations on the beach transitioned them from a -10 to a +1 as they heard and understood the gospel, placing their trust in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of our students, Kelli and Cedrick, experienced this -10 to +1 scenario on the last day of our trip. We spread out along the beaches of La Vela, one of the craziest stretches in Panama City Beach, where MTV films, condoms advertise, and fraternities mark their party zone with flags. After being approached four different times by Campus Crusade members, a group of young men told Kelli and Cedrick they were atheists, and not interested in talking. Cedrick explains how the conversation unfolded after that: &lt;i&gt;“I just sort of asked them if they would let me show how they could be 100% certain they were going to Heaven. He started out as an atheist and was held by the belief that basically everything was evolved from nothing. I turned his attention to one of the buildings in the background and explained how it was evident that whoever built the building had a design in place for it. You could tell that there was intelligence behind it which was the result of some architect. I then asked him that if it took intelligence to plan a building, how much more intelligence does it take to design the complexity of the earth, stars, moon, and all the life that comes with it. Then I talked to him about our God and how He revealed His truth through Jesus Christ... and proved it by resurrecting Him from the dead. One of the things God led me to say was how at the time Jesus was crucified, he was alone, all of his disciples had fled and one even denied Him. Jesus himself said he'd raise from the dead, and if this were not true, wouldn't He have been proven to be a liar? I asked him, &lt;b&gt;‘would you be persecuted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;, jailed, imprisoned, and crucified in the name of faith for a proven liar?’ &lt;/b&gt;That really got to him."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Cedrick explained struck a chord with them. They looked out at the vast ocean and admitted that it did make sense that there was a God who created it. Cedrick led them through the gospel, and two of them prayed and asked Christ in their life right there on the beach! Kelli shared in a separate conversation with the third guy, and he too accepted Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HkLiofeja90/TYrVclxI4eI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Gmdx5Folhx0/s1600/DSCF0094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HkLiofeja90/TYrVclxI4eI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Gmdx5Folhx0/s320/DSCF0094.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;UNT group heads out for our 15 hour roadtrip!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Kz_YAX7YyS0/TYtdXNMzCvI/AAAAAAAAAW8/LWL_b9_bJ40/s1600/DSCF0116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Kz_YAX7YyS0/TYtdXNMzCvI/AAAAAAAAAW8/LWL_b9_bJ40/s320/DSCF0116.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Karl, Cedrick and Moises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qN2woKQcSRk/TYrVbsy2ymI/AAAAAAAAAW0/9l0QwV_9Klc/s1600/DSCF0097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qN2woKQcSRk/TYrVbsy2ymI/AAAAAAAAAW0/9l0QwV_9Klc/s320/DSCF0097.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lillian and I before the main meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EyQ9lpDS2gQ/TYuxVjOH7PI/AAAAAAAAAXA/McGqQnhYS8U/s1600/DSCF0125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EyQ9lpDS2gQ/TYuxVjOH7PI/AAAAAAAAAXA/McGqQnhYS8U/s320/DSCF0125.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Proof that being Greek starts spiritual conversations! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SCmI7uFqMgU/TYrVLsbXaVI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Z2KZg_zvgGc/s1600/100_0559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SCmI7uFqMgU/TYrVLsbXaVI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Z2KZg_zvgGc/s320/100_0559.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Students used picture surveys to begin spiritual conversations on the beach. Spring breakers were so interested to talk, they used their beer cans to keep the pictures from flying away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gnCCCnMaRoE/TYrVODA_SUI/AAAAAAAAAWw/6oBIFhQPmW0/s1600/100_0601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gnCCCnMaRoE/TYrVODA_SUI/AAAAAAAAAWw/6oBIFhQPmW0/s320/100_0601.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lillian and Sam sharing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;News story that followed two DFW students on the beach:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wjhg.com/home/headlines/Campus_Crusade_for_Christ_members_talk_to_spring_breakers_about_faith_118341064.html"&gt;http://www.wjhg.com/home/headlines/Campus_Crusade_for_Christ_members_talk_to_spring_breakers_about_faith_118341064.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-7614711119990793186?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7614711119990793186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/90-minutes-to-100-certain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/7614711119990793186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/7614711119990793186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/90-minutes-to-100-certain.html' title='90 minutes to 100% certain'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HkLiofeja90/TYrVclxI4eI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Gmdx5Folhx0/s72-c/DSCF0094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-8097667440465899496</id><published>2011-03-09T12:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T12:13:21.714-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evangelism'/><title type='text'>Salt of the Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Big Break&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;is a one-week mission experience that gathers students from colleges and universities from all over the country in Panama City Beach, Florida. Students spend the week growing in their walk with God, exploring biblical truths and learning how to talk to their friends about their faith.&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; It  will be a fun and faith stretching week as we seek to share Christ  with people on the beach at the nations largest Spring Break  spot. The Dallas team will be taking 6 students to PCB this year. Please pray for us:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As we engage others on the beach/bars with the love of Christ (Acts 8:4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Against fear (Proverbs 29:25)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That we would seek to love and serve others and live by example (1 Timothy 4:12, Colossians 4:5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here is a little vision about our trip:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/V3w8mYNLsds/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V3w8mYNLsds&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V3w8mYNLsds&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-8097667440465899496?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8097667440465899496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/salt-of-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/8097667440465899496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/8097667440465899496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/salt-of-earth.html' title='Salt of the Earth'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-7240326250558938502</id><published>2011-03-06T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T22:23:55.829-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denton Texas'/><title type='text'>Portraits of Home.</title><content type='html'>I guess when you go to college and move into the dorms you feel as though you are going away for 4 years..... I mean, you aren't going to make a permanent life in this place, it's just....your college town. Well, I never thought the Lord would have me "making a life" here in Denton, but He does have me here, and I am more in love with this city than I ever was as a student. Denton is the 11th largest city in the Dallas Fort Worth metroplex, growing constantly with over 45,000 students combined at both major universities. And I can't wait to serve here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to show you some pictures of my city...... officially &lt;b&gt;home&lt;/b&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jmy-Hr1UtnE/TXRbyN6AtMI/AAAAAAAAAWU/XfueQYtPGVg/s1600/DSCF0081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="152" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jmy-Hr1UtnE/TXRbyN6AtMI/AAAAAAAAAWU/XfueQYtPGVg/s200/DSCF0081.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-q1RUS5xaS4c/TXRbvNGncbI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Uft9mx9HSNg/s1600/DSCF0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-q1RUS5xaS4c/TXRbvNGncbI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Uft9mx9HSNg/s200/DSCF0076.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I hope they make sense. &lt;br /&gt;I have been looking for a place to live in Denton for when I start ministry in the next month or so. And this has led me to feel the most anxious I have felt in a long time. Let me give you some background -- my whole life I have struggled with anxiety and fear until a few years ago, and I am convinced God healed me. Jesus confronted that sin and has brought a ton of victory to that area. But I still feel anxious from time to time. This is the first time I have felt anxiety the way I used to feel it. Overcoming, crippling. I have so many desires for what I want out of my life in Denton, and some of them are non-negotiable, but some are just desires........ and not all of them can be met. I have this long list of considerations and feel like nothing is perfect or good enough. I am putting my desires ahead of God's desire for my life, and putting my own wants in front of my needs, the needs that God knows and is faithfully providing for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I prayed three simple requests: that God would find a place where I could live with another believer, be close to campus, and something long term. Later today I was talking to God while driving (I do this a lot), and thinking about all the different things I want in a living situation. My mind was racing, and God just intervened. He said to me:&lt;b&gt; "At some point, you just have to die to yourself."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty clear. I didn't know what to say. He is so right...... at some point, I need to just lay down my desires at the foot of the cross and just die to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my last post I talked about how God is so relentless in His pursuit of us. This weekend at church we sang a worship song that spoke directly to this subject..... here are some of the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You won't relent until You have it all&lt;br /&gt;My heart is Yours&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_fAQJ8pTt7o&amp;amp;feature=BF&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;list=QL&amp;amp;index=1"&gt;(listen to the song here) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I sang these words I felt this deep joy that God had all of me, grateful that He doesn't relent until He has all of us. Today God revealed to me that He doesn't have all of me, because I am holding it back from Him!! Here I am, thinking that I have given every part of my life over in surrender to Christ when in reality I am clinging on to this idea of what I selfishly want my life to be. God gently reminded me of the day on the beach in Florida when I decided to come on staff with Campus Crusade. I didn't say "yes Jesus, you can have my life, but only if you make everything around me and all my circumstances comfortable and clean" ......no, I remember specifically crying out to God in overwhelming surrender of my life and saying "I will follow you, I will be obedient, I will do what you say &lt;b&gt;regardless of the cost.&lt;/b&gt;"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so grateful He revealed this to me today in the car. Who am I to think He wont perfectly provide for me, even if it is not "comfortable and clean." He wants me to die to myself, lay down my own ideas, and just follow Him. I have an opportunity to do that today, to follow Him regardless of the cost, and I don't want to miss it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-3728280619935422165?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3728280619935422165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/until-you-have-it-all.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/3728280619935422165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/3728280619935422165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/until-you-have-it-all.html' title='Until you have it all.'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-8601803902817641246</id><published>2011-01-18T23:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:42:58.194-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Faithfulness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace'/><title type='text'>Remind me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/TD0exe1nn5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/5JS41OAWGHo/s1600/30452_10150207711635648_766465647_13364866_323281_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/TD0exe1nn5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/5JS41OAWGHo/s200/30452_10150207711635648_766465647_13364866_323281_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More than ever I feel the weight of my circumstances pressing in on me, yet simultaneously I feel so covered by God's grace. I am overwhelmed by how many prayers He has been faithful to answer, even though His answer may not be what I wanted to hear. There is a sense of God's ultimate protection in the midst of consistent rejection -- and something about that is just comforting.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;kindness God called  you to His eternal glory by means of Jesus Christ. After you have  suffered a little while, he will restore, support, and strengthen you  and He will place you on a firm foundation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;1 Peter 5:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 46:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God truly is my only refuge, my solid foundation. He knows me intimately, knows my desires, my fears and my hopes for the future. He knows them all and loves me relentlessly, with a jealous love that will not stop until He has my whole heart. God is crazy about me. And about you. The reality is this: the future will always be unknown, scary, unsure -- but God comforts in the midst of uncertainty. God calms the anxious heart and reminds me He has graciously called me from death to life. There is a fullness in this life that He already has prepared for me to experience and to walk through. I will tell you, this place that I'm in, it feels like a crawl. It feels like I am crawling through the mud and clinging so hard to Jesus so I don't sink. And it is so good. He is faithful to remind me that I have been called, justified, rescued from the fire, from the depths of my sinful nature. The Holy Spirit tapping on my heart convicting and calling me to repentance to refine me again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God's grace is amazing, because it's undeserved. So even in this moment when I feel myself sinking and I cry out to God for help -- the sheer fact that He hears and even cares to respond is remarkable. I don't deserve to be pulled out of the mud. Nothing in me deserves to be abundantly blessed by those who have little but love much. But this is the love of Jesus. We don't deserve it, yet because of His relentless pursuit of our hearts, He offers it -- free of charge to us, but at an incredible cost for Him. Has anyone ever saved you from drowning, throwing himself into the raging sea to drown on your behalf? On a larger scale, Jesus did that on the cross. He humbled Himself to come in front of us, bear our sin, let Himself be nailed to a cross, brutally killing Him, to take the full punishment for our sin.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand  slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish,  but everyone to come to repentance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;2 Peter: 3-9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jesus, remind me, you never give up -- your patience is unlimited. Your sacrifice was too costly, and you love us too much to even allow one sheep to stray away from you. You will not stop until we are yours.&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/1010259114428495703-8601803902817641246?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8601803902817641246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/remind-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/8601803902817641246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/8601803902817641246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/remind-me.html' title='Remind me.'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/TD0exe1nn5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/5JS41OAWGHo/s72-c/30452_10150207711635648_766465647_13364866_323281_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-1440050881755211215</id><published>2010-11-30T09:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T09:16:49.319-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Repentance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>A Heart of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>God has been revealing where my heart truly is. I've been challenged by the Scriptures to look at myself and see some things that aren't so pretty. He has revealed to me how ungrateful I truly am in regards to His provision for me. His grace is amazing, and wholly undeserved, yet I find myself constantly coming back to Him with an entitled heart, asking for more. I have forgotten to make my first word to Him "thank you." Looking back at my prayers lately, God has shown me just how subtly selfish I can be. "Please God, provide, do this, do that" comes quickly out of my mouth.... but something is missing. My church is starting a 10 day devotional of prayer and fasting, and it has been incredibly eye opening and convicting already......and I'm only on day two! This is just a snapshot of what I've been learning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe, for our "God is a consuming fire." Hebrews 12:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. Philippians 4:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful. Colossians 4:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's clear that God wants us to come to Him with our prayers and petitions. He wants us to bring our requests to Him each morning and wait in expectation for Him to act. (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+5%3A3&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Psalm 5:3&lt;/a&gt;) But it is also clear that He wants us to praise Him. He wants the credit, for big and for small. He wants the glory due to His name. I think it's interesting that each speaks of prayer &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; thanksgiving. There cannot be one without the other. I cannot bring my requests to God without first being thankful in my heart for all that He has accomplished. And not just what he provides day to day, but for what far out-ways all other things -- the immeasurable riches of His grace that saved me from a life of despair and has brought me into new life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am asking God to reorient my heart. To open my eyes to the grace He freely gives every day that I am still alive. I'm asking God to lead me toward repentance -- to tear down my idols, mainly myself, and to give me a heart that immediately calls God good for simply being Him. Not for what He can do for me, or what He may will to provide or not provide, but to worship and thank Him for being the author and perfecter of my faith, the One who called me out of darkness by His love, and continues to love me despite myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-1440050881755211215?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1440050881755211215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/heart-of-gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/1440050881755211215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/1440050881755211215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/heart-of-gratitude.html' title='A Heart of Gratitude'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-5953785013320803854</id><published>2010-10-14T10:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T14:48:20.448-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>Hope in the darkness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/TLccTBgmi5I/AAAAAAAAASI/m-XHz0oHQig/s400/20-of-33-Chile-miners-rescued-so-far-World-news-Americas-msnbc.com2-500x327.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;Campus Crusade for Christ provided miners with the t-shirts they were wearing as they came out. On  the back of the shirt in Spanish is Psalm 95:4 "He holds in his hands  the depths of the earth and the mightiest mountains." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This story came up on the Campus Crusade staff website, and I really wanted to share it with you. My family and I watched throughout the day as the miners came out one by one from the earth in Chile. When I read this story I had chills, and was so proud of the opportunity the staff in Chile took to share God's message of hope with people trapped in darkness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/TLcibH2EJAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/0GYjHYi9kcQ/s320/69308_439030903309_518713309_5291779_3924829_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;mp3 audio tapes sent down to the miners with the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jesusfilm.org/"&gt;Jesus  Film&lt;/a&gt; and portions of the  Bible on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/TLcibH2EJAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/0GYjHYi9kcQ/s1600/69308_439030903309_518713309_5291779_3924829_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here is t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;he full story..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/TLcij-wKnrI/AAAAAAAAASU/kggo0DlxkyA/s1600/69308_439030908309_518713309_5291780_3143048_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello team and friends! I want to share with you about the last 2  very intense weeks as we have worked on the project to take the Word of  God and the &lt;i&gt;JESUS&lt;/i&gt; audio version to the mine, but it has really  be worth the effort as it is food for the soul. This long history of the  miners that is now passing 2 months has been without doubt the longest  survival experience for people trapped underground.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This all started on the August 5, when the San Jose mine collapsed  because of the exploration in the mine. The news was not good as it was  only 6 months after we had experience the very large earthquake and  tsunami. With a population less than other countries in the world,  problems like this seem much closer to you and much more like it is part  of your own family.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;After 2 weeks without news from the miners we could only think the  worst. The government had made every effort, but it was reasonable to  think that the miners were lost, above all considering the distance  where they were located, some 700 meters (2,000 feet) deep with a  difficult future to be rescued. But God had other plans and 2 days later  (the 17th day), contact with them was made. Obviously we were all very  happy and we celebrated the miracle that all were alive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As Campus Crusade, God guided us to think about how we could help  these men and this was how we took the initiative to contact some  churches in the north, leaders and authorities about sending the &lt;i&gt;JESUS&lt;/i&gt;  audio into the mine. It wasn't easy in the beginning because of some  apathy in the Christian leadership and a lack of a sense of urgency,  together with the restrictive control of the rescue team but, God in His  sovereignty provided that we were able to gain contact with the  daughter and the brother of 1 of the 3 Christians that were trapped  there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;During several weeks, I was in contact with them and I explored the  possibility of sending them audio material. Finally, I traveled to the  mine with 33 MP3's containing the &lt;i&gt;JESUS&lt;/i&gt; audio version and an  ample portion of the Bible. I was there for 2 days and we sent the MP3's  through each family members that were there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="article-photo-left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jose  Samuel, my contact in the mine (father of Hettiz and brother of Gaston)  is an extraordinary man who has really surprised me. The psychologists  that are giving help from the surface have recognized that he has been a  tremendous emotional and spiritual support for the rest of his  co-workers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He sent me a letter that grabbed my attention for his incredible clarity of thought. For example, some parts of the letter are:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I want to express my appreciation for this great blessing for me  and my co-workers, it will be very good our edification" (He is talking  about the MP3's)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I am well because Christ lives in me"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We have prayer services at 12 a.m. and 6 p.m."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I ask all of you for pray not only for us here, but for all the lost people in the world"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;At the end of the letter he signed off with Psalm 95:4, "In his hand  are the depths of the earth, and mountain peaks belong to him."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is a very motivating story, let's continue to pray for the salvation of these souls. Thanks for being part of this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update from Christian Maureira, Chile National Director and translated by Doug Barron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-5953785013320803854?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5953785013320803854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/hope-in-darkness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/5953785013320803854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/5953785013320803854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/hope-in-darkness.html' title='Hope in the darkness.'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/TLccTBgmi5I/AAAAAAAAASI/m-XHz0oHQig/s72-c/20-of-33-Chile-miners-rescued-so-far-World-news-Americas-msnbc.com2-500x327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-1030275687760331820</id><published>2010-10-06T11:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T15:57:08.466-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Commission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Sarah's Story</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd share this humbling story of one young woman battling through physical disability to share the good news of Jesus with people all around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHjNBWxjLG0"&gt;Sarah's Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/TKynBazYtyI/AAAAAAAAASA/yK6t3kSOTQs/s1600/pic_mission.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/TKynBazYtyI/AAAAAAAAASA/yK6t3kSOTQs/s1600/pic_mission.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Interested in learning more about how YOU can be an online missionary and use the internet to reach the world for Jesus, check out the &lt;a href="http://www.globalmediaoutreach.com/index.html"&gt;Global Media Outreach&lt;/a&gt; website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-1030275687760331820?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1030275687760331820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/sarahs-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/1030275687760331820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/1030275687760331820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/sarahs-story.html' title='Sarah&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/TKynBazYtyI/AAAAAAAAASA/yK6t3kSOTQs/s72-c/pic_mission.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-4161073108931983884</id><published>2010-09-17T12:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:03:03.414-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testimony'/><title type='text'>My Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A testimony is an account of something that has happened, basically any factual written or spoken statement. This is my testimony of how I became a believer in Jesus Christ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Before I knew Christ, I would have told anyone that I was a Christian because I  went to church. I grew up going to church and as I got older, I became very involved. By the time I graduated from high school, my faith had become a social outlet more than anything else. Although I heard truth, my heart was hard, and I never absorbed this truth  from those who tried to mentor me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I stepped onto campus for my first week as a college freshman, and found myself with &lt;i&gt;no foundation.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My goal at that time was just  to have the fun college experience I had always heard about. I wanted to break free from being a "church girl" and sought to do this any way I could. I joined a sorority and looked for my  identity in parties, a boyfriend, and being accepted by the people I met on campus. To be honest, my life seemed pretty good..... for the first 6 months. Then things started to really spiral. But even in the midst of growing chaos, I still didn't see that I  was hurting myself with the choices I was making. Suddenly I found myself moving in with my boyfriend, getting myself into an  abusive and unhealthy situation. Life continued to spiral, so I tried my best to do the only thing I knew how: escape. I attempted to run from my reality by turning to alcohol to mask and erase what was happening. But not even the alcohol could erase the consequences of my decisions. Although I laughed at the party, I wasn’t happy, and even though I would not have admitted it, I felt like I had lost myself. I was  searching for my worth in the approval of one person and it just didn't hold up.  By God's grace I was able to break free from this relationship. But by that time, I was at the  lowest point of my life. I remember sitting in my bedroom, thinking: if I continue down this road.....well, I didn't want to think about what would happen to me. I knew at that moment that I had to change, while simultaneously becoming overwhelmed that &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I couldn't change a thing. &lt;/b&gt;I knew that everything I  had tried had failed, and knew I had no where  else to go. I sat on my  bed and thought: "If God is so great, He will help  me, and if He is  real, now is His only chance to rescue me from this  hell and show me  who He is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I reached far back into my book shelf and pulled out a Bible, one that I had not touched since high school. Searching for answers, I started reading in Romans. Answers I looked for, and to my amazement, answers I received. Through His words, God revealed how much He loved me despite my sins, despite years of running  away from Him, and that He had forgiveness for me if I would just turn to Him and ask for His forgiveness. I was struck by &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans+2%3A1-4&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Romans 2:1-4&lt;/a&gt;, and immediately felt the weight of my sin. There I was, shifting blame on others for the pain I felt, when I had done the same things to God! And yet, His &lt;b&gt;kindness&lt;/b&gt; is what was leading me toward repentance....... I kept reading and &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans+5%3A6-8&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Romans 5:6-8&lt;/a&gt; hit me like a ton of bricks. That  He forgave me while I was &lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt; a sinner and at my lowest point, blew my  mind. I had to look up from the page, so many thoughts rushing through my mind and heart. I knew I had run from God, and made a mess of my life, losing pieces of myself along the way. But yet, in the midst of this, God sent His only Son to die for me. For &lt;b&gt;me? &lt;/b&gt;I was completely blown away. Why would anyone, least of all the Creator of this Universe, die for me? In overwhelming gratitude for the reality that I didn't have to carry the burden anymore, because He had already paid the price for my burdens, I accepted the free gift of grace He was offering me  by His death and resurrection, bringing me from a life of brokenness that deserved  death to a life of wholeness in Christ that brings joy and freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In life  after saying "yes" to Jesus, I am not perfect, nor is my life perfect. I struggle, and have to give over my selfish desires daily, asking God to replace them with His goodness. I  have to daily agree with God on my sin and ask Him to give me His  characteristics instead of my own. The difference in my life now is that I have  a &lt;i&gt;firm foundation&lt;/i&gt; to lay my hope in for my life and my future. Out of gratitude for what He's done to redeem my life do I want to tell  others about Him. So what does it mean to be redeemed? I think this is a perfect explanation:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;redeem  \ri-ˈdēm\: 1a:to buy back: 2:to free from what distresses or harms:    2a:to free from captivity by payment of ransom 2b:to extricate from or  help to overcome something detrimental  2c:to release from blame or  debt:  2d:to free from the consequences of sin  3:to reform 4:to restore  5a:to remove the obligation of &lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;by payment 5b:to exchange for something of value 6a:to atone for 6b(1):to offset the bad effect of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jesus has released me from the chains of bondage I once felt. Out of gratitude for what He's done for me, I want to live my life for Him. To put it into better words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; I love the Lord, for he heard my voice; he heard my cry for mercy. Because he turned his ear to me, I will call on him as long as I live.&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 116:1-2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;God offers this gift to everyone who will accept it. Will you accept this gift too?&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-4161073108931983884?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4161073108931983884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/4161073108931983884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/4161073108931983884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-story.html' title='My Story'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-1032751849490098817</id><published>2010-09-10T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T22:00:14.528-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Power'/><title type='text'>The Storms Calm.</title><content type='html'>Can we say, hurricane? Texas isn't really known for hurricanes, but one decided to pass on through this week, bringing some tornadoes with it. Using the rain to feel productive in my work (doesn't it usually make people tired?) I dove into the tasks at hand. God's teaching me to joyfully plan for my future, even though it feels like a mess sometimes. When I finally ventured outside I was shocked. I love thunderstorms, but never really think about God in them. But this week was different. The storm was so powerful I couldn't help but see God's mighty hand all over it. I felt God crying out to His creation: "Here I am! Turn from your worldly desires and trust your life to me." His power was so evident, and just as quickly as He began the storm, He ended it. His power to set nature in motion and to calm it is incredible. It reminds me of this verse.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, "Quiet! Be still!" Then the wind died down and it was completely calm. He said to his disciples, "Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mark 4:39-40 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How telling of me. That even the wind and the waves obey Jesus at the sound of His voice, and yet I still lack faith. Just like the disciples who saw with their own eyes doubted, I too doubt whether God will come through on His word. Even though He has never once failed me or forgotten to use my trials for good. His promises &lt;b&gt;are&lt;/b&gt; true, His word never comes back void, and in this drive through the raging wind and water, I could see the One who is worthy of all my trust, for He has the power to calm any storm, even the ones in me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-1032751849490098817?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1032751849490098817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/storms-calm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/1032751849490098817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/1032751849490098817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/storms-calm.html' title='The Storms Calm.'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-3053556153544226934</id><published>2010-08-05T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T14:09:36.364-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfection'/><title type='text'>Jesus is the same.</title><content type='html'>Finally answering all my emails feels REALLY good. I need to step away now and just rest. Please pray for me. I struggle with crossing off a list of "to-do's" rather than relying on God to give me strength. I often fall into seeking perfection and acceptance from others rather than relying on God to care for my needs. It has been a really hard week, and I've pushed myself mentally more than I can handle. This isn't pleasing to Jesus. He doesn't want my accomplishments, He wants my trust, He wants my heart. It's refreshing to know that when I am at the end of my rope, even though it's been a hard week, God is in the business of making all things new, even me, even the days ahead of me. Regardless of my current condition, Jesus is still the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;He who was seated on the throne said, "I am making everything new!" Then  he said, "Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Revelation 21:5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now I know that the Lord saves his anointed; he answers him from his holy heaven with the saving power of his right hand. Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the LORD our God.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Psalm 20:6-7 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Please Pray:&lt;br /&gt;- That I would know and believe that God doesn't want my accomplishments but that He wants my heart. &lt;br /&gt;- That I would trust Him before trusting my own efforts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-3053556153544226934?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3053556153544226934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/jesus-is-same.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/3053556153544226934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/3053556153544226934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/jesus-is-same.html' title='Jesus is the same.'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-5462757979776175713</id><published>2010-07-27T16:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T16:30:46.770-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Searching'/><title type='text'>The Bridge to Life</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://mediasuite.multicastmedia.com/player.php?v=mrg131dn"&gt;Gospel&lt;/a&gt; explained a little bit differently.....gave me chills.&lt;br /&gt;From BillyGraham.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-5462757979776175713?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5462757979776175713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/bridge-to-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/5462757979776175713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/5462757979776175713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/bridge-to-life.html' title='The Bridge to Life'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-641147936541259493</id><published>2010-07-27T01:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T01:07:35.650-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>Where does my help come from?</title><content type='html'>Many people say that the process of raising up financial partners for my ministry will stretch my faith in ways that I have never experienced in my life. I agree that it is without a doubt stretching my faith in many ways, but more than that, right now, God is using this time to expose where it is that I put my hope. Does my hope come from the One who Created the heavens and Earth.... and who created me... or do I seek to find hope somewhere else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;made heaven and earth.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Daily my prayer is that He would expose where I am putting things or people above Him. I'm asking that He reveal to me where I have elevated something or someone to be the source of my hope, rather than going to the Almighty Counselor for the help that I need. I ask Him to prepare the way before me, bless my efforts, be my first love, and yet time after time, I find myself seeking help and refuge in the temporary things of this world and not from Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;He who&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;keeps you will not slumber.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;His glory brings healing to the sick, hope to the hopeless. He who keeps me does not close His eyes to my needs. He does not sleep when I am hurting, He does not even sleep when I am well. He who keeps me in His arms will not slumber, He will shade me from scorching sunlight, He will be my keeper in the night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Lord will keep you from all harm—he will watch over your life; the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That His glory would pour out over me, that I would sing of His praises by morning and seek His refuge by night. That I would not lose sight of or abandon my true love.... the One who loved me first. That I would rest in the truth that He watches over my coming and my going, both now in this season, and for all time. In every moment He keeps me, and He watches over my life as precious in His sight. How precious am I to Him? I cannot measure the greatness of this kind of love.... And yet how precious is He to me? Not nearly enough as He deserves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I lift up my eyes to the hills—&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; where does my help come from? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; My help comes from the LORD, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the Maker of heaven and earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He will not let your foot slip— &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; he who watches over you will not slumber; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;indeed, he who watches over Israel &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; will neither slumber nor sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The LORD watches over you— &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the LORD is your shade at your right hand; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the sun will not harm you by day, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; nor the moon by night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The LORD will keep you from all harm— &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; he will watch over your life; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the LORD will watch over your coming and going &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; both now and forevermore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 121&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-641147936541259493?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/641147936541259493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-does-my-help-come-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/641147936541259493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/641147936541259493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-does-my-help-come-from.html' title='Where does my help come from?'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-1414522988444757502</id><published>2010-07-13T21:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T16:21:22.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Orlando!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/TD0e4TFNGMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6rPz20piIuA/s1600/ORLANDO34732_797154009889_7803221_45475814_766105_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/TD0e4TFNGMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6rPz20piIuA/s320/ORLANDO34732_797154009889_7803221_45475814_766105_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I cannot begin to explain how awesome new staff training has been. What an incredible five weeks! I am overwhelmed by the men and women here who have so faithfully sought the Lord in their calling to full time ministry. They have been a rock in my life and a light to my path through these past few weeks. As I finish up on our last week of training, I am getting more and more excited to start this new chapter in life. I will have the privilege of working full time to raise up a team who will prayerfully and financially support my ministry. Once all my funds have been raised, I will be able to report to my assignment in .......DRUM ROLL PLEASE............ DALLAS!!!! I cannot tell you how pumped I am to be serving the city of Dallas by reaching college students at North Texas and SMU. It feels so good to know where I am heading. The Lord has been faithful to mold me in this process, edifying my character and increasing my trust in Him. Joining staff with Crusade has proven to be the most faith stretching experience I have ever encountered. Every week here reminds me of the mercy that God has lavished on my life in so many ways. It's God's grace alone that has gotten me to this point, and God's grace alone that will take me through this season of raising support. Will you be praying for me as I finish training and move into this new season of life? Pray that I would have the ability to soak up the knowledge that is being presented, and trust in God for the work He has prepared before me. Thanks so much to all who have partnered with me in this ministry so far, I feel carried on your prayers and blessed by your support and encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-1414522988444757502?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1414522988444757502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-from-orlando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/1414522988444757502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/1414522988444757502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-from-orlando.html' title='Hello from Orlando!'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/TD0e4TFNGMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6rPz20piIuA/s72-c/ORLANDO34732_797154009889_7803221_45475814_766105_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-891663769803530164</id><published>2010-04-07T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T19:12:29.413-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Repentance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title type='text'>Some hard truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/S70o0RxAMYI/AAAAAAAAALI/bOTPuEZAPF8/s1600/Spring+Wrap+Up+March+2010+131a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/S70o0RxAMYI/AAAAAAAAALI/bOTPuEZAPF8/s400/Spring+Wrap+Up+March+2010+131a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457563202030154114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The rest of mankind that were not killed by these plagues still did not repent of the work of their hands; they did not stop worshiping demons, and idols of gold, silver, bronze, stone and wood -- idols that cannot see or hear or walk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Revelation 9:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They were seared by the intense heat and they cursed the name of God, who had control over these plagues, but they refused to repent and glorify Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; Revelation 16:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How do I even begin to understand the fullness of this scripture? After hurting from the thought, my first question is -- Why would anyone worship wood and silver and gold when they have a living God who loves unconditionally and gave His own life out of that love for us? How are things "that cannot see or hear or walk" more worthy of praise than the God of the Universe? Secondly, the book of Revelation talks about all kinds of signs, plagues and times where God will reveal His glory to the world. All of these plagues are horrific fall on the Earth giving the world another chance to see the Lord in all His power and might, and yet those who will be left will still chose not to repent, accept grace and walk with Jesus. This burdens me.... just the thought that there will be people at the end of the age that will actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;choose&lt;/span&gt; not to let Jesus into their lives. This also got me thinking about repentance. Repentance alone is not enough... we must be willing to accept the free gift of Jesus. We cannot just repent in an empty sense and move on. He knows our hearts and wants all of our trust to be in Him. He stands at the door and knocks, even now, and asks if we will let Him in, let Him comfort our distress, cure the sin in our hearts and protect us. But first we have to be willing to let Him in. He will never be able to do a work in our lives if we don't. It is burdensome and unfathomable to me that people who are still on Earth when Jesus returns will literally be burning alive and will still not see the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I think, why is the Gospel so offensive to people that they would chose not to believe it? Why do people think they don't need to accept this so called 'free gift of grace' that Christians talk about? And what is grace anyway? How does it affect us? I have come to the conclusion that the Gospel is offensive because it asks that we surrender ourselves and confess that we have no ability to control anything in our own lives. And that the only one who has control is a living, mighty and just, yet gracious and compassionate God. It's offensive to tell people that Jesus' death is the only provision for our sin, and the only way that we can experience eternal life. That's a hard pill to swallow, for anyone... especially for me. Actually, I try to swallow that pill every day, and if you're anything like me, actually taking pills is pretty difficult. Often times I don't even want to admit that someone is better and greater than me -- but that is my sin seeping to the core. I can only thank God every day for the sacrifice He made through the birth, death and resurrection of Jesus as not just a good guy or a good teacher or even a crazy person, but as Savior. His claim to be our Savior was proven as truth through His resurrection from the dead -- and this is the only reason why I even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; to swallow the pill of this truth, and the only way I can wrap my mind around how tough it is to grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-891663769803530164?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/891663769803530164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-hard-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/891663769803530164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/891663769803530164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-hard-truth.html' title='Some hard truth.'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/S70o0RxAMYI/AAAAAAAAALI/bOTPuEZAPF8/s72-c/Spring+Wrap+Up+March+2010+131a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-147346812492971843</id><published>2010-03-26T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T18:56:49.934-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devil'/><title type='text'>Perfection vs. Surrender</title><content type='html'>What does the Bible say about surrendering our whole lives to Jesus?  This is something that I have been struggling with for a long time. One  without rest is one without life.... I feel like the spirit of life  breathed into me this past week, something I needed desperately. I have  always struggled with control, and of course, sin's head turned to me  with yet another way to control.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This  time with how I look (ugh), how I act, and ultimately being seen by  others as perfect. Everything in my life begs me to  have it all  together, and yet Jesus, the only one who has real authority over me,  has never asked me to do that. All He has asked of me is that I  surrender. &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I see over and over again how the world tricks us  into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wanting&lt;/span&gt; to be perfect, to  have all the answers, to have it all put together, to never say "I'm  wrong" or "I'm sorry" or "I'm not okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What is  this? Where does it come from? This is the sin surfacing in my life, but  it's more than sin, it's what the Bible calls attack. If we weren't  under attack then why would we need to be so set up for battle? (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=ephesians%206:10-18&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Ephesians  6:10-18&lt;/a&gt;) I've never felt my life so under attack as I have these  past few weeks... buying into the lies that I know are lies, and  desperately longing to see the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about the Devil. The Bible says that "the thief comes  only to steal and kill and destroy" Yes, he does. He comes to feed you  lies, put a stumbling block in your midst, and keep you from going any  further in your life with Jesus. Jesus came "that they may have life,  and have it to the full." (John 10:10) If Jesus gives life, then why  would we want the counterfeit? No matter how tempting or appealing on  the surface, at the end of the day they do in fact feel like "flaming  arrows of the evil one," as Ephesians says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do I fight back the need for control and the vulnerability I have  come to by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; putting on the  armor of God? For one, (thanks Phil Whickham for giving me beautiful  truth) these lyrics have been an incredible encouragement to me this  week,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sisters, Brothers, thieves, and  lovers,    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come on, come on, eternity   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turn your faces, from fine eyed  places,   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;heaven’s grace  will set you free.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The time is now, for lifting souls.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The time is now,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; for letting go.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From your skin, to your core.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let light, and love, come rushing  through the door....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I get to this part of the song I just want to shout with  praise to God for the amazing grace He gives. For me to finally say it's  time to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; let go&lt;/span&gt;, it's time to  put my life in the hands that are greater than any other, to the only  one who can give me the fullness of life that will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;set me free. &lt;/span&gt;I know I will never be  satisfied by what this world has to offer me, constantly longing for the  freedom and beauty of Heaven. In the midst of the restlessness that comes  along with longing for Heaven, there comes sweet anticipation and  curiosity to see what life could possibly look like without sin, without  the threat of the Devil or the battle between Spirit and self. Another  truth that I have clung to this week -- "The Lord will fight for you;  you need only to be still." (Exodus 14:14) That has been my prayer each  night this week, that in the midst of battle I would be still and let  Him fight for me. And since I can't put the armor of God on myself, I  finally can surrender completely my will for perfection. I can surrender  to the God of the Universe so that He can fight the battle &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for me&lt;/span&gt;. Like I've heard so many times  before, if we had eyes to see the spiritual things happening around us,  there would be war. He is fighting, all He asks for is that we be still  and know He is there. He will never leave us or forsake us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: In case you're interested, I'm also in love with this woman's &lt;a href="http://www.iamsecond.com/#/seconds/Anne_Rice/"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-147346812492971843?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/147346812492971843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/03/perfection-vs-surrender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/147346812492971843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/147346812492971843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/03/perfection-vs-surrender.html' title='Perfection vs. Surrender'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-5992276310422433136</id><published>2010-02-03T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T00:32:52.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love college</title><content type='html'>God is seriously doing something amazing in the lives of college students. He is using powerful ministries, sororities, fraternities, coaches and teachers to bring the Gospel to students who are hurting...searching...and asking if God has a place for them at His table. I am convinced that college students are the most important group of individuals in our society. Why? Because they possess the power to literally change this world. That may sound radical... but it's true. In college you finally have the chance to make your own decisions, away from mom and dad, free to explore, search and question. In college you develop the skills and education needed to prepare you for the "real world" but more specifically to prepare you for how you will impact the world in which you live. Jesus calls us to the ministry of reconciliation (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Corinthians%205:18&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;2 Corinthians 5:18&lt;/a&gt;). Simply, this is the task of telling others what God has done in our lives. These students are gaining knowledge both personally and professionally, and with knowledge comes the power to influence and reconcile the broken world we live in to a Holy and Righteous God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the heart of why I love college so much. The more I spend time around them the more I gain a perspective back into my own college life (Don't worry, it was only 6 months ago) and how much I already miss it! Never again will I run across campus at 2 am or sit outside the library with sorority sisters eating fast food and laughing simply because we've been up too long. College was fun, but it was also challenging. The kind of challenge that pushes you forward, makes you the person you were supposed to be, even when you never thought you could ever get there. Looking back to my freshman, sophomore, junior and senior years I have nothing but gratitude for the people God allowed to influence my life. None of those relationships were a mistake. He placed me where I was so that He could call me closer to Him, lavishing His grace upon my broken and hurting heart at just the right time so that I too could be that agent of reconciliation in someone's life. College students are open to almost anything, open to questioning and engaging in conversations about big things. Deep things. Truths of this world that even the smartest of philosophers I'm sure could never figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRW_YbEPIL0&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; that I recently saw posted on Facebook by a fellow consultant. He posed the statement: "Think of how we could make a difference in their lives." Some of the stories of these students and the ones I've met through my travels have only confirmed why my heart burns so passionately for college students that I cannot imagine my life being spent any other way than investing in them. Questions like: What if students like these were given the hope that they have been searching for? How would their lives change if they were given hope of the abundant life that can only be found in Christ? What if they were then equipped with the tools to share their faith with others around the world? In their work place -- an accounting firm, music industry, church, with their family, or even overseas? How would these students influence the world in which they live? They would be agents of reconciliation. They would bring the love and hope that Christ gave them to others who are broken and hurting. Like I told my friend once last semester when he asked me why I felt so passionate about ministry with college students: It's about telling that one person, who may move to Indiana, who tells one more person, who then may move to Italy, where they share Christ with a lost student in Rome, who then goes on to bring the Gospel to the whole city. It's about leaving something that far outlasts your time in college, something that will still be talked about long after you're gone. I believe college is where it all starts. Where young people are figuring out just who they really are, and then being thrust out into the world with a purpose to make a difference in whatever way they can. My prayer is that their purpose would be to follow the will of God in whichever direction His Spirit leads, and to follow His will during their time in college, and for a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-5992276310422433136?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5992276310422433136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-i-love-college.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/5992276310422433136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/5992276310422433136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-i-love-college.html' title='Why I love college'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-1495007905600352708</id><published>2010-01-23T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T08:56:23.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Distracted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/S1vZfiFuLqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8ThQ-AYDwpI/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/S1vZfiFuLqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8ThQ-AYDwpI/s400/057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430172911475240610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately I have been so distracted. I don't think I have ever felt this kind of distraction in my life. I don't mean that I have been procrastinating or just simply pushing things off, but rather I have had such intense thoughts running through my mind that I have struggled to keep them all on the right track. I'm sitting at my computer (immense amount of work ahead of me, lingering work still behind me to be caught up on) trying to do something productive today, and I catch myself gazing off into the distance thinking about the lyrics to a Phil Whickam song, or a hurting girl in the house I'm currently in that I need to pray for, or a multitude of other issues that have nothing to do with the report on my computer screen that has yet to be written. And, in the midst of trying to fill  my day with the busyness of work in an effort to intentionally distract myself from anxiety, I have found myself wrestling back and forth with myself on why I can't just keep it straight. Okay, one thing at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to explain myself in some kind of organized fashion, so that even though my mind is a jumbled mess, you may in the end come out understanding what it is I'm talking about. I'll share two things that keep surfacing among all the other thoughts and have weighed heavy on me recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is huge. Yes, He's always been huge -- Creator of the Universe, all knowing, never changing, promise maker and keeper, could destroy me in an instant but mercifully chooses not to -- and yet for some reason His strength and power never really &lt;span&gt;hit&lt;/span&gt; me. It's like bricks now and it's hit me hard. I can't stop thinking about How powerful God is, and better yet, my time in His word recently has been cut short because upon reading a few verses I am stuck in a thought processes that I only come out of when ten minutes later I suddenly realize I'm sitting in a hotel lobby. It's like His words have become so much more amazing to me that I can't even comprehend all of it, so I end up processing through a tiny portion of it for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm desperately restless. Currently, I have stopped twice already while writing this to process through a conversation I just had with a good friend and how God is moving in her life. Suddenly a new thought: God's grace extending to Haiti that He would allow a place of suffering to suffer more in order to bring attention to it, and in turn, God is glorified by people suddenly reaching out to serve a place that has always been in need. New thought: I have so many notes to type up and a meeting in 20 minutes. Next thought: I'm heartbroken... asking God to be my everything. Next thought: I wonder what time my flight is on Monday? This is seriously how my mind has been functioning for the past 2 weeks, see what I mean by jumbled mess? I think this goes back to my realization that God is bigger than a quiet time, a worship song, and definitely bigger than my emotions. "He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together" (Colossians 1:17). He is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; us, knowing our steps before we take them because He's the one who placed them there, yet simultaneously, He is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; us, in the thick of it with each of us, holding us together because we are too weak to carry it on our own. The Christian life is one of constant breaking and mending back together. Breaking and growing. Breaking and maturing. I am broken as I realize that physical death and the shedding of blood of a human man (who also happened to be fully God) paid the price for my sin. And yet I am perfectly stitched up because He did this out of love. Like I said, God is huge, and way beyond what my mind can comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Our Father refreshes us on the journey with some pleasant inns but will not encourage us to mistake them for home." CS Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How appropriate. I am constantly on the road, from hotel to hotel to chapter house and back to a hotel, living out of a suitcase and eating bad oatmeal for breakfast, all so that God can refresh me on the journey with something so pleasant as snow fall on the mountain. Snow like powdered sugar dusted on pine trees and campus buildings, my lungs breathing in cool and clean air. Those are the kind of moments that I live for on the road. The times when I can stop and thank the Lord that I am in Arizona and it is snowing, filling me with so much joy because in the midst of beauty also came altitude sickness and fire alarms at 2 am, at which point I know all I can do is laugh, because my life is good. But even among the adventures and the challenges I'm reminded by CS Lewis that God will not encourage me to hold this place too close, mistaking it's beauty for a place far better -- home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even though I long for home, I have to remember that in His infinite mercy, God chooses not to end it all now because there are still others who do not know Him. Others that will have their lives transformed by the redemptive truth of Jesus Christ. The fact that there are so many still who do not know Him reminds me what I have been called to, why I am in Arizona, why I am flying to Alabama on Monday, and why I was redeemed by Christ. "You received the Gospel because it was on it's way to someone else." I fail daily, but I hope I can bring the Gospel where ever I go for the rest of my life. That's about the only thought of clarity I've had all week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-1495007905600352708?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1495007905600352708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/01/distracted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/1495007905600352708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/1495007905600352708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/01/distracted.html' title='Distracted.'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/S1vZfiFuLqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8ThQ-AYDwpI/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-8526097611655783651</id><published>2010-01-07T00:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:07:38.790-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ&apos;s Glory'/><title type='text'>Laying my "yes" at His feet, His name glorified.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/S0V8_ttjVRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1XovvmrwidU/s1600-h/14251_368220515444_851310444_10196965_6780959_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/S0V8_ttjVRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1XovvmrwidU/s400/14251_368220515444_851310444_10196965_6780959_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423878760281888018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His glory, above all, should reign higher than any other desire. That sounds a lot easier than it is. Sometimes we are faced with making decisions that are not what our hearts desire, simply to be obedient to our God and King. Something God has recently taught me is that I need to allow Him into every area of my life, even the parts that mean things might get uncomfortable if I let Him into them. I've been wrestling with the Lord for some time now because I felt that He wanted something that I wasn't willing to give up. Sometimes I feel like God gently teaches me lessons, other times He slams them right in front of my face. The Spirit beckons me asking, gently, "give this part of your life over to me, this isn't what I intended this to be like for you." Of course, in my stubborn and sinful will I kept denying, justifying, comparing and the list goes on. But God got hold of me this week at a Campus Crusade for Christ &lt;a href="http://www.thewinterconference.com/"&gt;Winter Conference&lt;/a&gt;. God used one of the speakers to powerfully share that God wants us to have an open hand to everything in our lives, and that it was time I start acknowledging the Holy Spirit's leading in my life. It was as if God Himself told me "I love you. Give this to me and you will be rewarded." I don't mean rewarded in a monetary or self-satisfying way. Scripture says that if we store up our treasures in Heaven, there we will find our hearts desires (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%206:20-21&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Matthew 6:20-21&lt;/a&gt;). So my reward is something far greater than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;, but rather something that will last, a sense of assurance in my identity in Christ as well as peace knowing that obedience to the will of God is far more satisfying than striving after earthly desires. So I have to start practicing what it is that I believe, plead with God to give me a heart that desires what He desires, and ask Him to tune me in to the leading of His Spirit. So I say to the Lord: "I don't want to miss this. I don't want to miss what you are leading me to do. Help me to pray for big things, help me to pray for what I think is impossible," because when all things go through the Father, nothing is impossible. I need to devote myself to prayer because I know full well that it is the only thing that will get me through the next 4 months.... and if I'm being honest, this whole year. More than that, prayer like this is the foundation on which everything else builds! I need this as I continue to grow in my prayer life as the Lord sanctifies me and bring me to maturity. And I have quite a lot to be praying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start with praise to the One who is delighted by those who come to Him with all things. I am grateful that he gave me two people who encouraged me by saying that this blog/my facebook brought encouragement to them today! And I am grateful that He has given me a renewed sense of intimacy with Him, almost like He is assuring me that any present and future suffering (there will be more in the weeks to come as I go back out on the road, I'm sure) is no comparison to the joy He will reward me with in the time to come. That's the thing about grace, obedience, and finding my treasure in Him: there is freedom in knowing that the God of all Creation knew I would be struggling through this very heartache the moment the world was created. He knows things as detailed as the very hairs on my head, telling me I am worth more than I think I am (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+12:7&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Luke 12:7&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"For all the promises of God find their yes in Him. That is why it is through him that we utter our Amen to God for his glory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2 Cor.1:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"...utter my Amen" keeps ringing in my mind over and over. I think God is trying to tell me that if I am willing to say "yes" to everything He has for me, regardless of the cost, seeking His glory above all, He will reward me richly. And no, it's not easy. I feel like I am literally fighting for my joy. So why do I find it so necessary to be obedient to the invisible God of the universe even when it hurts? Because I know that my joy can only come from again soaking in the free gift of grace Christ gave me the day He sacrificed His life for my own. With no hesitation, let me come to the foot of the Cross saying "anything for you Lord, even if it hurts, you can have it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;." Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-8526097611655783651?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8526097611655783651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/01/laying-my-yes-at-his-feet-his-name.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/8526097611655783651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/8526097611655783651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2010/01/laying-my-yes-at-his-feet-his-name.html' title='Laying my &quot;yes&quot; at His feet, His name glorified.'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/S0V8_ttjVRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1XovvmrwidU/s72-c/14251_368220515444_851310444_10196965_6780959_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-3055933015452630904</id><published>2009-12-21T18:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:04:51.733-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title type='text'>No Inspiration.... only Scripture: My True Inspiration</title><content type='html'>Trying to rest in the truth of Christ this Christmas.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And this scripture encouraged me and has been laying on my heart for the past several days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Then Jesus said to His disciples: 'Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your body, what you will wear. Life is more than food, and the body more than clothes. Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds! Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you, O you of little faith! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And do not set your heart on what you will eat or drink; do not worry about it. For the pagan world runs after all such things, and your Father knows that you need them. But seek his kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Luke 12:22-31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-3055933015452630904?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3055933015452630904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-inspiration-only-scripture-my-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/3055933015452630904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/3055933015452630904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-inspiration-only-scripture-my-true.html' title='No Inspiration.... only Scripture: My True Inspiration'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-8665188054381053635</id><published>2009-12-07T00:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:05:47.202-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>The Gift of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/SxyseFBfhsI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9yeOfs7Mu7o/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/SxyseFBfhsI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9yeOfs7Mu7o/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412390484936984258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn 22 today... and what an amazing year it has been... full of blessings that could not have been possible without God's grace covering me. I want to share what God has done in my life this past year and take time to give thanks to Him who does more than we can ever ask for or imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw God's faithfulness to prayer answered when He brought two of my sorority sisters to Campus Crusade for Christ Winter Conference. Seeing their lives challenged by the Gospel of Jesus Christ was truly a precious gift I will always remember. Stemming from long journal entries of prayer and "deep nights of the soul" came two beautiful women whom I had the pleasure of investing in spiritually my senior year of college. That was the biggest gift I could receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My senior year of college -- I mean really, the most fun and rewarding year ever. I was accepted to a wonderful internship at the Juvenile Detention Center, made good relationships there, saw teens lives change for the better and graduate from the program (please pray for them and their recoveries/family lives). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I celebrated my second year of knowing Christ! Oh, I am still such a baby believer, learning every day, fighting for my joy, struggling to keep my head above water. He has given me the foundation for which I stand, the only reason I have hope and assurance in something other than myself. What a joy it brings to find rest in the One who created ALL things, and the One who will one day make all things new. He will make all things new. "I love the Lord, for he heard my voice; He heard my cry for mercy. Because he turned His ear to me, I will call on Him as long as I live." Pslam 116:1-2 I will never forget the night He called me to His word, showed me the book of Romans, and led me toward redemption. My life is a far cry from what it was 2 years ago. I am a new person in Him! Praise God for saving me from a life that lacked fulfillment and brought great pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was accepted into grad school, only to turn it down after a victorious week in Panama City Beach with Crusade, God revealed His purpose for my life after college. To pursue the Lord in a different career path. The struggle to communicate my passion for Christ and college students to my family and why I want to leave my life at the feet of God has been a hard one, but rewarding as I see all that has been done on my campus already. My hope is that it will always be the goal that if just one woman, one lost child of God, found redemption and saw her worth in Christ, all the struggle is worth while. Oh, how I want to see young women see themselves the way Jesus does! As a treasure! You are a treasure and should be pursued and treated as such. How sweet is the love of our Creator who brings redemption and forgiveness to lost and hurting souls, beautiful, we were bought at a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I graduated from college!!!! Wooo!!! I now have a real cool degree hanging on my wall. Makes me feel like I've accomplished something big. I am the first of my dad's kids to graduate from college! I love that God gave me a family who has provided for me well, one that valued my education and gave me the resources, money and time to gain this education. The University of North Texas is probably one of the greatest places on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got my dream job!! Wow... this really has been a blessed year. I've had to make a lot of hard decisions (growing up I guess) but in the process landed the best job ever. I get to spend every day with college women, my favorite! I get to challenge and lead others to achieve more than they originally thought possible, I get to guide and support some seriously talented and intelligent women. I have gained a huge reward already, simply getting to peek into the lives of some of the most passionate servant leaders I have ever come across. It's refreshing to see that spark during Initiation, the passion for change and to cultivate leadership in a new exec member, and to be a channel for hundreds of women understanding the power and beauty that our Fraternity has all over the country. I love getting the chance to represent the international organization, being the link between all these diverse chapters. Not to mention, I see all of God's creations! He has blessed me FAR beyond what I could ever imagine or deserve. I deserve none of these things and yet He, somehow, in His unfathomable grace found me worthy of His love, His mercy. His blood covering me and all my sick sins. What a good, righteous, just, loving and all knowing God we have. Why He is not worshiped by every man on Earth is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I write all these things to share the precious gift of life. It can be gone in a moment, and has been for so many way sooner than anyone could expect. The fact of life is that it's a blip, a momentary occurrence in the span of eternity. What we have here on Earth is a far cry from the glorious riches of Heaven, which I can't wait to experience one day. Each day is a gift, a true gift, we are not promised it will be easy, or that we will even wake up in the morning. But God's GRACE and SACRIFICE that He made on the Cross has paid the price for me (and you). His death on the Cross paid the entire penalty of my wretched sin. And not just mine, but all the sins of the world! What Good News is that!? It's great news... Romans 5:6-8 says "You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might dare to die. But God demonstrates his own &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us." This is worth singing praises over. Worth a thousand tears. God, help me to truly believe that you are enough for me, regardless of blessings, sufferings, pain or joy -- help me to know that the only thing that matters is you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-8665188054381053635?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8665188054381053635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/gift-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/8665188054381053635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/8665188054381053635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/gift-of-life.html' title='The Gift of Life'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/SxyseFBfhsI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9yeOfs7Mu7o/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-3599751713170401011</id><published>2009-11-22T23:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:06:07.715-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Light Bulb</title><content type='html'>Why do we try to manipulate everything around us so that we have complete control over how the world views our efforts? I've convinced myself that my goals are bigger than God, and my plan is greater than His. I know I'm not the only one to believe the lie that God's grace is not sufficient, but seriously, how did I get here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister gave me a book to read titled "Love Focused" by Bob &amp;amp; Judy Hughes, and this prayer stuck out to me. It is exactly my prayer to the Lord right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I confess that in many ways I have been trusting in the world rather than in you to satisfy my heart and meet my needs. I admit that I have rebelled against you and tried to control people and things, and that my efforts have harmed others and prevented me from truly loving them. Because I have chosen to deny your promise that your love and grace are enough, I have pridefully believed I can make life work without relying on you. I confess that I have focused more on getting the outcomes of my life to be the way I wanted instead of pursuing your perfect plan. I confess that I have often focused more on trying to produce pleasure and eliminate pain in my life than on following your command to simply love..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trusting in the world and not in the Lord to satisfy my needs.&lt;/span&gt; I have been spending money that I don't have, buying clothes I don't need just to fill a void. The worst part is buying make up to fix the flaws that no one notices but myself so that I can somehow convince others that I have it all together. How does that make sense? It doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My actions have prevented me from truly loving others. &lt;/span&gt;For months I have wanted to actively make it a point to reach out to others in love. Still, I have somehow focused my day on getting my needs met and my goals accomplished so that I can sleep well at night. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have convinced myself that I can make life work without relying on Christ.&lt;/span&gt; I have gone day after day living in my oh so comfortable pride that tells me that I don't need Him to succeed. It's funny though, because at the end of the day, successful or not, I know that I am running on empty. At the end of the day, taking that hour to read my bible first thing in the morning is going to enable me to do better work than if I started my day off with just enough time to answer a few emails before my morning meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals in life have consumed me recently. How can my pride protect me, my agenda, my comfort, my sanity? It can't. From buying my first car to choosing my career path to figuring out where I want to live/do with my life next year, it's all too much. All these goals have left me exhausted and spent. If I don't make a new goal soon, my tank will be depleting. New goal, pray that I keep it: love God first, then love others. Let God do the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-3599751713170401011?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3599751713170401011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2009/11/light-bulb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/3599751713170401011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/3599751713170401011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2009/11/light-bulb.html' title='Light Bulb'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010259114428495703.post-6184124746944232180</id><published>2009-11-13T19:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T18:57:19.030-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Reasons for insanity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/Sv4RMnUKdpI/AAAAAAAAAII/fsv8LDqfB2Q/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/Sv4RMnUKdpI/AAAAAAAAAII/fsv8LDqfB2Q/s320/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403775511300830866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to start this off with.... I'm pretty against blogs. I mean, I don't like them very much. Okay, rephrase: I don't like writing my thoughts online where they can easily be lost and/or distributed to mass amounts of people whom I don't know. But then I got to thinking a couple weeks ago.... what if I had a blog? What if I could use "the blogging world" to reach college students with the Gospel? God has given us unlimited access to this bizarre thing called the Internet, why not use it for His glory? So... I don't know how successful this will be, but I want it to be really organic, and I want it to provoke questions in your mind about spiritual things. That's about as far as I have come in the planning of this thing. I can't believe I'm doing this, but, it's not about me -- so if it ever gets to be about me, I'll delete it all. I've been on an incredible journey for the past 4 months. I am currently traveling the country as a Leadership Development Consultant for my international Fraternity. Don't worry, I'll probably sprinkle in some random rants about Fraternity values and ritual somewhere in between all of my thoughts. It's been a challenge and a struggle in my faith throughout the journey so far. I've toured 17 college campuses and visited 15 states in 4 months...and the numbers will only grow by the start of the new year. I've met countless individuals, both collegians and alumnae, and have worked more hours in a week than most 40 year old business men. God has blessed me with an incredible opportunity, and I am confident He has graciously given it to me for the benefit of His Kingdom. So how am I going to help to grow the Kingdom of God when my schedule is never stable and I am in a new city every week? Find out with me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010259114428495703-6184124746944232180?l=natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6184124746944232180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2009/11/reasons-for-insanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/6184124746944232180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010259114428495703/posts/default/6184124746944232180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalarrinaga.blogspot.com/2009/11/reasons-for-insanity.html' title='Reasons for insanity...'/><author><name>Natasha Larrinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198130453192163120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7c8_YJyGk/TZen2jSjYpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IM1hq3iDSiU/s220/DSCF0160_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Za-NCemgcA/Sv4RMnUKdpI/AAAAAAAAAII/fsv8LDqfB2Q/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
