tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298033462011-04-22T03:06:08.704+02:00Velkommen til bloggen min. Noen hevder at "alt er tomhet og jag etter vind." Jeg går for mer enn det...Ann-Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07175181406238390650noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29803346.post-1152629549920777312006-07-11T16:51:00.000+02:002006-07-11T16:55:23.646+02:00<a href="http://www.myspace.com/kie71" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/Promo/myspace_4.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img alt="" src="http://www.blogger.com/" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;">Check me out!</span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29803346-115262954992077731?l=annkristinfauske.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ann-Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07175181406238390650noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29803346.post-1152618365361265452006-07-11T13:30:00.000+02:002006-07-11T23:23:02.763+02:00Ferietid for noen. Ikke for meg nei. Sitter her i heimen, noen tastetrykk unna fristende solstråler, parmesan og røde dråper i glasset... Snakker ikke om Oslo-sommeren akkurat. Selv om tropenetter og bølgeskvulp faktisk har bidratt til en følelse utenom normalen. Men ikke idag. Drømmer meg bort til hvitkalkede hus, hanegal og trange brosteinsgater... Et annet sted og en annen tid...<br /><br />Regnet drypper fra taket. Hm, treet utenfor ser en tanke grønnere ut. Kanskje ikke så dumt å få vannet røttene. Kunne trenge påfyll selv også...<br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">"Men den som drikker av det vannet jeg vil gi, skal aldri mer tørste. For det vannet jeg vil gi, blir i ham en kilde med vann som veller fram og gir evig liv."</span></em> Jesus Kristus (Joh 4,14)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29803346-115261836536126545?l=annkristinfauske.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ann-Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07175181406238390650noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29803346.post-1151436957905919972006-06-27T21:23:00.000+02:002006-06-27T21:40:57.403+02:00Searching for identity, searching for affirmation. Searching for love, searching for peace... I believe God is our source. Let's seek him together.<br /><br /><em>"I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge - that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. </em><blockquote></blockquote><em>Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen. "</em> (Ephesians 4,16-21)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29803346-115143695790591997?l=annkristinfauske.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ann-Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07175181406238390650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29803346.post-1151434631628320892006-06-27T20:49:00.000+02:002006-07-02T12:42:53.663+02:00<div align="left"><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong>Fragile</strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong>I am like a leaf</strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong>flying in the autumn breeze</strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong>trying to find rest </strong></em></span><blockquote></blockquote><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3184/1600/f??tter.jpg"></a></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong>Fragile</strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong>the wind is far to strong</strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong>I don't know where I belong</strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><strong><em>or how I can go on </em></strong></span><blockquote></blockquote></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong>My life's a broken mirror</strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong>falling to the ground</strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong>My life's a broken mirror<br />pieces all around</strong></em></span> <blockquote></blockquote></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong>Fragile<br />I am like a leaf<br />flying in the autumn breeze<br />trying to find rest<br /><br />Fragile<br />the wind is far to strong<br />I don't know where I belong<br />or how I can go on </strong></em></span><blockquote></blockquote></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong>Who can calm my soul</strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong>Who can tell my name</strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong>Who can make me whole</strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong>and take away my shame </strong></em></span><blockquote></blockquote></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong>Fragile</strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29803346-115143463162832089?l=annkristinfauske.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ann-Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07175181406238390650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29803346.post-1150652151664435022006-06-18T19:22:00.000+02:002006-06-18T19:57:04.306+02:00Stappfull kirke...!!! Små og store mennesker er stimlet sammen i et altfor varmt rom. Utenfor skinner sola og minner om is, solkrem og lukta av sjø. Men her sitter vi. Hvorfor??? Fint å se hverandre. Handshake og "Guds fred" -hilsenen fyller likevel ikke det sosiale behovet. Smalltalken må vente.. Vi synger sammen. Om Gud. Til Gud. Gud i sentrum. Gud tilstede. Kjenner det ikke på kroppen, men fornemmer hans nærvær - i bønnene, i fellesskapet, i bibelteksten som leses:<br /><br />"Kjærligheten er tålmodig, kjærligheten er velvillig, den misunner ikke, skryter ikke, er ikke hovmodig. Kjærligheten krenker ikke, søker ikke sitt eget, er ikke oppfarende og gjemmer ikke på det onde. Den gleder seg ikke over urett, men har sin glede i sannheten. Kjærligheten utholder alt, tror alt, håper alt, tåler alt." (Paulus første brev til korinterne, kap 13 vers 4-7)<br /><br />Det der vil jeg gjerne oppleve mer av...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29803346-115065215166443502?l=annkristinfauske.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ann-Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07175181406238390650noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29803346.post-1150453452396752812006-06-16T12:23:00.000+02:002006-06-16T12:24:12.403+02:00Dette er historiens første blogg fra meg :) Lykkerus!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29803346-115045345239675281?l=annkristinfauske.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ann-Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07175181406238390650noreply@blogger.com1