<?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-1880507859638259420</id><updated>2012-02-07T19:24:11.574-05:00</updated><category term='soda'/><category term='independent study'/><category term='Richmond VA'/><category term='vacuum cleaner'/><category term='job search'/><category term='Exodus 17'/><category term='suckers'/><category term='pb'/><category term='Mark 2'/><category term='cell phone'/><category term='Reston VA'/><category term='illustration'/><category term='painted toms'/><category term='job security'/><category term='cleanliness'/><category term='senior project'/><category term='my life'/><category term='missed calls'/><category term='patrick benbow'/><category term='painting'/><category term='night photography'/><category term='logo'/><category term='caffine'/><title type='text'>Perspective's from Patrick</title><subtitle type='html'>I Love Jesus, I like painting, and the two often get intermingled.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-8911311221657241527</id><published>2012-02-07T18:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T19:22:49.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reston VA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richmond VA'/><title type='text'>playing with my camera</title><content type='html'>It's been an exciting afternoon.  I've been trying to get an interview at the &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/"&gt;Nordstrom&lt;/a&gt;  here in Kansas City since I worked then for several months just before  moving last summer.  I think this job has the best potential to make me  the most amount of money in the least amount of time throughout my week,  so I can keep pouring my time and energy into school at IHOPU.  I've already got the training, I know the company, and i know the money's  good.  Today I finally got a call from the nice lady who's been helping  me out in Human resources to schedule and interview for this Friday.   YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also applied today for a position as a graphic designer  within the marketing department of the International House of Prayer.   It's a missionary position, 24 hours a week in the prayer room, and 24  hours a week doing graphic work, with a missionary stipend.  I have no  idea what that means numerically but a job I could work around school,  and get paid to love Jesus and spread information about Him in an  aesthetically pleasing manner could be awesome on multiple levels.  So  with a quick polish up of my resume, and a few newer uploads to my  website, &lt;a href="http://www.patrickbenbow.com/"&gt;www.patrickbenbow.com&lt;/a&gt; and my resume was off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for the Lord's leading in my, and others' decisions.  From the very begining of the job search this time around, I was telling God "I only want your best.  I don't want to settle."   Please be praying that I follow His leading, and that I don't get frustrated and try to "solve" this thing by myself.  That turned out horribly for king Saul. (yipe!)  He always has the best plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While  I was looking around my computer for my most recent work, I found  these:  these are some photos I took while I was back home before school  started.  I was playing around with my camera settings to take photos  at night and I think these turned out better then I could have hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O855MHF4PVU/TzG-GKttJDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/qgL2-fOegBc/s1600/IMG_6294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O855MHF4PVU/TzG-GKttJDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/qgL2-fOegBc/s400/IMG_6294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706551216019678258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a path by a lake near my parent's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bO5H5ZTXmhU/TzG-GPfdhhI/AAAAAAAAAUA/qAmpqMZIP94/s1600/IMG_6281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bO5H5ZTXmhU/TzG-GPfdhhI/AAAAAAAAAUA/qAmpqMZIP94/s400/IMG_6281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706551217302111762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is NOT my house, but it looked so beautiful with the Christmas tree lighting up the whole place and the soft reflection on the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fBNG2Zn-H0I/TzG-Gc6pOlI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_8hyAjezogc/s1600/IMG_6304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fBNG2Zn-H0I/TzG-Gc6pOlI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_8hyAjezogc/s400/IMG_6304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706551220905785938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is on the campus of Virginia commonwealth University, where I went to school.  The building on the left is the dinning hall, and the Church on the right is the Cathedral of the Sacred Heart.  I never went there for a service, but I've admired the building and the Man it represents for years while living in that city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-8911311221657241527?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8911311221657241527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=8911311221657241527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/8911311221657241527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/8911311221657241527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2012/02/playing-with-my-camera.html' title='playing with my camera'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O855MHF4PVU/TzG-GKttJDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/qgL2-fOegBc/s72-c/IMG_6294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-2417761114422452763</id><published>2012-01-29T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:04:51.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Koi pond: check</title><content type='html'>I just discovered the "gadget" that I added on the right hand side of the screen.&amp;nbsp; The fish will follow the cursor, and if you click your mouse/track pad button you can feed them.&amp;nbsp; It's completely pointless, but I have a "slight" fascination with Koi&amp;nbsp; and it's one of my goals in life is to have a Koi pond.&amp;nbsp; I just couldn't resist adding this to the blog.&amp;nbsp; I don't think this qualifies to get it marked off my bucket list, but it did bring a small measure of joy to my heart. :D&amp;nbsp; Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-2417761114422452763?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2417761114422452763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=2417761114422452763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/2417761114422452763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/2417761114422452763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2012/01/koi-pond-check.html' title='Koi pond: check'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-2174721346396880950</id><published>2012-01-27T17:28:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:10:34.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Money making scheme... I mean idea.</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as I wrote before, I started  attending the International House of Prayer University.  When I started  trying to figure out how to bank roll this whole operation, I spoke with  my friend Robert about a couple of ideas, and he really encouraged me  to try designing, printing, and selling my own t-shirts.  I've wanted to  learn how to screen print for a long time so this was a great time to  give it a go.  Well, that just happened. Over the Christmas break  while I was home before school started, I was doing the research and  preparing to get started on this.  At the same time &lt;a href="http://www.michaels.com/"&gt;Micheal's Crafts Store&lt;/a&gt;  came out with an outstanding coupon!  Any one item 40% off.  I was  looking at about $100 worth of stuff that I would need to make the  screens and ink, not even including the shirts, so we gathered several  more of the coupons from neighbors, and I bought my materials one at a  time.  Sometimes I would go to multiple stores in the same day, or bring  my mom with me so she could use one coupon too.  It took longer, but I  saved a good deal of money, 58 bucks&amp;nbsp; (!!! Do you even know how much &lt;a href="http://www.chipotle.com/"&gt;Chipotle&lt;/a&gt;  that could buy me? ),  because the first week, each receipt also came  with a 50% off any one item for the next week.  Awesome! God provides in  so many ways, He's really good at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say; last  night I printed them all up.  It went a lot faster then I expected, but  it was also a lot harder then I expected too.  (I dunno if I've ever  come across that combination before.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday afternoon, I came home to a surprise!  I was so excited to get started!  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NZzjchg_ejA/TyMu9p02hGI/AAAAAAAAAS4/5pVs_ik3XI0/s1600/IMG_6330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702453189915608162" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NZzjchg_ejA/TyMu9p02hGI/AAAAAAAAAS4/5pVs_ik3XI0/s200/IMG_6330.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 202px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 270px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yY1YW5h_Gmg/TyMu9jGXTbI/AAAAAAAAATE/4S77owUNrx4/s1600/IMG_6333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702453188110011826" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yY1YW5h_Gmg/TyMu9jGXTbI/AAAAAAAAATE/4S77owUNrx4/s200/IMG_6333.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 201px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 268px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AZ2HhHoymMo/TyMvzZwYHAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Z78zWoxn05E/s1600/IMG_6339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702454113314806786" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AZ2HhHoymMo/TyMvzZwYHAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Z78zWoxn05E/s200/IMG_6339.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 269px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I gathered up all my supplies and I was ready to go!  Note: the 2 liter because I was expecting this whole process to take a lot more time then it actually did.  I got the actual printing done in under three hours, but the ironing to set the ink permanent today took several more than that.  The after math of destruction and paper towels was pretty amazing too, but I'll spare you that image and let your imagination runamuck with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one is a little different since I did a method called a "split fountain" where I placed both the white and the blue ink together to create the transition of color.  The fact that I'm a total newbie helped in that area too.  It's a little unpredictable, and I like that.  Each one has more of a "hand made" feel then most the the machine produced in mass quantity things that are all around us now.  I'm not hating on machine production, but I really enjoy the uniqueness that comes when things are created individually by hand.  The little quirks and differences are so neat to see when all together.  Trying to trouble shoot on the fly kept me on my toes too:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is the ink drying too fast on my screen?  How can I get ride of water that's dripped on the screen and smearing the ink?  Do I have enough ink to do another run?  Dear God, I need your help!&lt;/span&gt;  I distinctly remembering praying "Jesus, you're the best screen printer in the world.  You know all about it, please help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were several that got messed up along the way, but I had ordered a  couple extras of each size to take that into account.  I still managed  to have enough successes to fill the orders I've gotten for each size,  and a I have a few mediums left over too in case anyone wanted to jump  on the bandwagon.   It was so cool seeing them laid out on literally  almost every horizontal surface in me room.  It reminded me again how  much I enjoy making things, and looking at the end product afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tb9HoDaQ1I/TyMvz5sacMI/AAAAAAAAATk/AvHtBscUdcM/s1600/IMG_6351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702454121888116930" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tb9HoDaQ1I/TyMvz5sacMI/AAAAAAAAATk/AvHtBscUdcM/s200/IMG_6351.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xs154p6ZqQY/TyMvzu-IbvI/AAAAAAAAATc/qwmiNhbzpHg/s1600/IMG_6347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702454119009644274" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xs154p6ZqQY/TyMvzu-IbvI/AAAAAAAAATc/qwmiNhbzpHg/s200/IMG_6347.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hF3ehiqCPkc/TyMv0DziR8I/AAAAAAAAATw/cMs-AN1N7rk/s1600/IMG_6358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702454124602345410" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hF3ehiqCPkc/TyMv0DziR8I/AAAAAAAAATw/cMs-AN1N7rk/s200/IMG_6358.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder if that even a fraction of what God feels when He looks at the  Earth and all of us.  He's definitely got an edge on me.  I mean, He's  been doing it a lot longer, has made a lot more stuff, and everything  comes out just like He wanted it to.  But if I can get so excited over  several t-shirts, surely He gets much more excited over me.  Life is so  much more fun, and enjoyable when the fact that God &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoys&lt;/span&gt; me starts to become a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt; to me.  I love being an artist, in relationship with the most creative person ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-2174721346396880950?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2174721346396880950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=2174721346396880950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/2174721346396880950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/2174721346396880950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2012/01/money-making-scheme-i-mean-idea.html' title='Money making scheme... I mean idea.'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NZzjchg_ejA/TyMu9p02hGI/AAAAAAAAAS4/5pVs_ik3XI0/s72-c/IMG_6330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-3898013883253952229</id><published>2012-01-23T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T17:10:53.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I like journaling</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:Arial;  panose-1:2 11 6 4 2 2 2 2 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Cambria;  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;I’ve been journaling, nearly every day, since this past July, so about 6 months now, give or take a few days.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And it has been so helpful!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This might feed into my near hoarder-like tendencies as a way of holding onto thoughts, events, experiences, but I don’t plan on worrying about it at least until I have a box full of journals.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Could it really be? Is there one thing I’m actually &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; worried about?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Praise The Lamb!)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;It’s so nice to be able to go back and read things I’ve written before as a way of remembering things that the Lord has shown me in the past that I’ve forgotten.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes it doesn’t even take me a long time to forget.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just a few days and I can go back in my journal like a time capsule and read as if for the first time, things that blew my mind or made me cry just days before.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But that’s not what has me excited today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;Today I realized in what a great way journaling has improved my thought life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s amazing to me how many fallacies, intellectual inconsistencies, and wrong doctrines I’ve found even in my own thinking just by writing out my thoughts and prayers on a regular basis.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The surprising part isn’t that I have wrong thinking.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I became quite aware of the reality of my own inconsistencies during the internship at the International House of Prayer, but what’s surprising to me is that I’m able to detect them on my own.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Previously, I’ve been largely un-aware of own false mindsets because they were the lenses through which I perceived everything else.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But by writing them out it makes everything more concrete, and once it’s out, I feel like I get a better perspective of it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m able to then see the whole thought in it’s entirety and am better able to judge it as biblical or not.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;For instance, today I was able to see how I have been subconsciously disqualifying myself as one whom the Lord can/is willing to use to minister to His Bride, the Church.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I wouldn’t have agreed that I thought this way if you asked me, but looking at how I was processing some thoughts of mine, that’s exactly what I was doing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last Friday I found a similar fallacy, when writing out my prayers about a job to pay my way through Bible school I asked the Lord if a seemingly shut door “is this Your doing or something else?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once I wrote it out, I saw how absurd that question was.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is nothing that goes against His will, or can resist His plans.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A better question and posture of prayer would really be to ask ‘is this a closed door to protect and shepherd me into Your best, or does this need more perseverance to see if the door is truly closed and not give up too early.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;And truly, most of what I’ve posted here on the blog was filtered through my journal in one for or another.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I hope I’m not the only one benefiting from my journaling, but even if that’s the case, it’d still be worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;pb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-3898013883253952229?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3898013883253952229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=3898013883253952229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/3898013883253952229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/3898013883253952229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-i-like-journaling.html' title='Why I like journaling'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-4036667803591728453</id><published>2012-01-07T15:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T23:18:05.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The infinitude of God.</title><content type='html'>I want to tell you about a book I've been reading that is blowing up my mind.  A. W. Tozer's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Knowledge-Holy-Attributes-Meaning-Christian/dp/0060684127"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Knowledge of the Holy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is awesome!  I would insist it as a must read for anyone who has a pulse.  First off, I didn't even know that "infinitude" was a word.  I'm still slightly in shock that it is, playing with it in my mouth to train my tongue to pronounce it correctly.  The vocabulary expansion alone is reason enough to read this book.  I  Recently I read chapter 8, titled "The Infinitude of God".  I'll just share with you what I journaled right after reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! This is really good! Tozer talks about how God is limitless, only He is.  He is without measure, exalting our vision of Him because He alone is uncontainable by our human speech.  Language cannot define Him, measure Him, describe Him completely.  Our minds cannot fully conceive of all of who He is.   To attempt to fully define and conceptualize Him is to create a god of much less significance and power.&lt;br /&gt;Tozer also brings in our hope in Christ, and how it is His very infinitude, that gives us hope.  How had I become so blind to this hope in Christ, which is the very reason and purpose of His coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an excerpt from page 47: " God's gifts in nature have their limitations.  They are finite because they have been created, but the gift of eternal life in Christ Jesus is as limitless as God.  The christian man possesses God's own life and shares His infinitude with Him. In God there is life enough for all and time enough to enjoy it.  Whatever is possessed of natural life runs through it's cycle from birth to death and ceases to be, but the life of God returns upon itself and ceases never.  and this is life eternal: to know the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom He has sent.&lt;br /&gt;The mercy of God is infinite too, and the man who has felt the grinding pain of inward guilt knows that this is more than academic. "Where sin abounded, grace did much more abound."  Abounding sin is the terror of the world, but abounding grace is the hope of mankind.  However sin may abound it still has it's limits, for it is product of finite minds and hearts; but God's "much more" introduces us to infinitude.  Against our deep creature-sickness stands God's infinite ability to cure.&lt;br /&gt;The christian witness through the centuries has been that "God so loved the world..."; it remains for us to see that love in the light of God's infinitude.  His love is measureless.  It is more" it is boundless.  It has no bounds because it is not a thing but a facet of the essential nature of God.  His love is something He is, and because He is infinite that love can enfold the whole created world in itself and have room for ten thousand times ten thousand worlds beside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is awesome.  I've wondered how His love could be so expansive to even envelope me in my sin; which seems so large to me.  But to understand that His love is boundless because He is boundless, and love is who He is, is very refreshing.  He cannot separate Himself from Himself!  He doesn't act like He wants to, He is acting, doing, interacting with us out of who He is, not who He is trying to be.  Could this be why He states in his word that mercy triumphs over judgement in James 2:13?  He judges because it is right and good for Him to do so, but He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; merciful.  The mercy outlast the judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also makes me think of &lt;a href="http://forerunnermediagroup.com/Group/Group.aspx?ID=1000034578"&gt;Audra Lynn's&lt;/a&gt; album Vow.  At one point, spoken over music is a phrase that echos in my mind often:  "Justice carries mercy, and mercy acts in love.  Love defines the means, by which the justice does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daddy, I thank You and praise you for Your identity, who You are.  You are holy, kind, truthful and loving because of who You are. You are not putting on an act.  You never change.  You will always be this way. You are always good.  You always and only do what is right.  Holy Spirit help me to know this every moment of every day.  Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-4036667803591728453?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4036667803591728453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=4036667803591728453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/4036667803591728453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/4036667803591728453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2012/01/infinitude-of-god.html' title='The infinitude of God.'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-7727296898626432269</id><published>2011-11-20T18:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T18:43:23.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The same God of Ezekiel 1, came and lived as a man, washed the disciples feet, died on the cross and continually, patiently, waits for me.  Though I repeatedly ignore Him, and even when I don't, can't quite seem to manage enough gratitude, and yet He wants my attention.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mind blown*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-7727296898626432269?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7727296898626432269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=7727296898626432269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/7727296898626432269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/7727296898626432269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/11/same-god-of-ezekiel-1-came-and-lived-as.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-4665594849473663324</id><published>2011-11-20T18:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T16:53:31.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A cry like Bartimaeus</title><content type='html'>Friday during our internship lead prayer room we were praying for revival in America, it’s a pretty common topic for our prayer, and a good one too.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While we were praying I felt like the Lord reminded me of Bartimaeus.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His story is in Mark 10:46-52, but also Luke 18 and Matthew 20, but he is only named in Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 10:46-52 “And they [Jesus and His disciples] came to Jericho.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And as He was leaving Jericho with his disciples and a great crowd, Bartimaeus, a blind beggar, the son of Timaeus, was sitting by the roadside.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And when he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to cry out and say ‘Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!’ And many rebuked him, telling him to be silent.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But he cried out all the more, ‘Son of David, have mercy on me!’ And Jesus stopped and said ‘Call him.’&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And they called the blind man, saying to him, ‘Take heart.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Get up! He is calling you.’&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And throwing off his cloak, he sprang up and came to Jesus.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And Jesus said to him, ‘What do you want me to do for you?’ And the blind man said to Him, ‘Rabbi, let me recover my sight.’&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And Jesus said to him, ‘Go your way, your faith has made you well.’&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And immediately he recovered his sight and followed Him on the way.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally began thinking about this in context of healing, how Bartimaeus cried out to Jesus when he heard He was near.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When others tried to silence him, he instead got louder, and more emphatic.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thinking of this in terms of my life, when society, people, strangers or friends, telling me I’m being “too religious” or or even my own flesh is growing weary, I should not let that stop me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If Bartimaeus  &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;had remained kept silent, Jesus would ahve walked by and he would have remained blind, but it was his emphatic fervent prayer that got Jesus' attention and His audience.(that is not to say that Jesus ignored him, didn't know him, or that our small quiet prayers don't matter.  Mainly I was impressed by Bartimaeus' heart posture.)  He knew that God could hear him, and He could help him, and he let nothing get in the way.  We should know that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mainly thinking about this in terms of healing, because that is the context of the story is presented, but as the morning went on, God broadened my understanding.  As we were were praying for revival, I had to continuously decide not to let my tired mind and body quit me.  I had to keep going for it, so like Bartimaeus I was praying that Jesus would have mercy on our nation and come reveal Himself to us.  I almost missed when Beau began exhorting us to press harder, to all lift our voices and pray, "waring in the Spirit".  I thought it was interesting that right after God was talking to me about crying out harder until God does what we need and only He can do, He led us to do it together.  It brought confirmation to me that 1. the message was true, and 2. that the way the morning was unfolding really was good.&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/1880507859638259420-4665594849473663324?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4665594849473663324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=4665594849473663324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/4665594849473663324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/4665594849473663324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/11/cry-like-bartimaeus.html' title='A cry like Bartimaeus'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-2624247723123384260</id><published>2011-11-20T18:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T16:51:16.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i love my leadership</title><content type='html'>I love my leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonny, Robert, and Collin.  They're awesome.  I tried to think of something I could do for them to show them love.  So after several months of observation, much trolling through of facebook photos and a litle bit of imagination, this is what I came up with. I worked on these without them knowing, and posted last week on facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7ynOcDTy9s/TsmMDVyAgEI/AAAAAAAAARw/iPHJed17Al4/s1600/leadersmaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7ynOcDTy9s/TsmMDVyAgEI/AAAAAAAAARw/iPHJed17Al4/s400/leadersmaster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677222794291609666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonny plays drums in the prayer room, and has this "happy tick" he does when he gets happy.  I kinda had to make it up, but I think I got pretty close.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lTqTgVdwXj0/TsmMD6pPIlI/AAAAAAAAASI/0lmOxvkCzyc/s1600/johnnycolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lTqTgVdwXj0/TsmMD6pPIlI/AAAAAAAAASI/0lmOxvkCzyc/s400/johnnycolor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677222804186931794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collin is a singer in the prayer room and usually wears this blue hat.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RSVEV--Mvz8/TsmMDg3-H7I/AAAAAAAAAR8/TuEyezr6lcw/s1600/collin%2Bcolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RSVEV--Mvz8/TsmMDg3-H7I/AAAAAAAAAR8/TuEyezr6lcw/s400/collin%2Bcolor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677222797269409714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Robert our Core Leader.  He's the big boss man who gets to call all the shots.  His authority is usually displayed through his pointy finger, and has become a habit that many of us have picked up by accident.  He loves to read and has several bookcases filled with books in his house.  He hates bananas, which blows my mind, so I put one in, just to make sure he was paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TignIH-I_6U/TsmMEHqs-wI/AAAAAAAAASU/kg-RhpkX29I/s1600/robert%2Bcolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TignIH-I_6U/TsmMEHqs-wI/AAAAAAAAASU/kg-RhpkX29I/s400/robert%2Bcolor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677222807682743042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-2624247723123384260?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2624247723123384260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=2624247723123384260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/2624247723123384260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/2624247723123384260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-my-leadership.html' title='i love my leadership'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7ynOcDTy9s/TsmMDVyAgEI/AAAAAAAAARw/iPHJed17Al4/s72-c/leadersmaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-2950184976579988946</id><published>2011-10-30T12:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T13:08:02.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mind-blown at the zoo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:Cambria;  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This week on our day off, most of my core group went to the Kansas City Zoo. Another group of interns went too, separately from us, and we bumped into each other and walk around and enjoyed the sights.  It was a good time.  The Kansas City Zoo is really big and pretty nice actually.  I had heard good things, but it surpassed my expectations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As we were waling around, several times throughout the day my mind was blown as I looked at and considered all the animals.  The variety is astounding.  The diversity of type, features, and sizes! WOW!  That night there was  a spectacular sunset and it got me thinking yet again about how God is the best painter/sculptor EVER! He's so creative.  I've only ever been able to create from things I've previously seen, even if it's just been in my head.  He created everything from nothing, literally, and no one told Him how to do it, or how to do it better.  Even the "ugly" creatures  are kinda beautiful when you consider that they were nothing until the Lord desired them to exist.  The same God who created everything, made me (and you) and desires relationship with me (and you.)  Once I get it, REALLY get it to the point that it's REALLY the reality that I look at the world through, I expect everything will change.  Please Lord, in your mercy, let it be soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="heading passage-class-0"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Psalm 139:13-16&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="result-text-style-normal"&gt; &lt;p&gt; For you created my inmost being;&lt;br /&gt;   you knit me together in my mother’s womb.&lt;br /&gt;I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;&lt;br /&gt;   your works are wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;   I know that full well.&lt;br /&gt;My frame was not hidden from you&lt;br /&gt;   when I was made in the secret place,&lt;br /&gt;   when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes saw my unformed body;&lt;br /&gt;   all the days ordained for me were written in your book&lt;br /&gt;   before one of them came to be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The trip to the zoo made me remember how i wanted to work with animals when I was younger and how I didn't purse that route,but i don't regret it.  I still did appreciate going and experiencing it though.  It made think that as a Christian, a zoo keeper would have very different motivations for their job then someone who just likes animals.  A Christian would (and i think we should all probably pursue this to varying extents) would want to  protect the animals specifically and as a species because they were created by God.  protecting their numbers, educating the public, and caring for individual animals would be worshiping God and glorifying His work because it highlights and adds value to what He's done.  An atheist who just likes animals wouldn't have a perspective that large.  But also as a Christian, whatever I do, or job i have, I should be taking a similar approach, doing it to glorify God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="heading passage-class-0"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;1 Corinthians 10:31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-2950184976579988946?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2950184976579988946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=2950184976579988946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/2950184976579988946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/2950184976579988946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/10/mind-blown-at-zoo.html' title='mind-blown at the zoo.'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-4650880014008396823</id><published>2011-10-23T12:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T13:04:22.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's too long...</title><content type='html'>I've been supper busy recently, but I have to tell y'all about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started last Friday night during the Encountering God Service.  During worship we were singing "My soul sings" which I think is originally written by Tim Reimherr. (you tube video: http://youtu.be/10wlw9fi5NI )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always really liked this song, especially the bridge that says :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It's just a little while longer and I'll see you.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a little while longer and I'll know you.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a little while longer and we'll be together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so hopeful, and even when I've been going through a rough time in my walk with the Lord it reminds me that this life is just a "little while" when I consider that eternity in heaven is so much longer.  We have just this one shot to love and sacrifice to God in the manner we have now, through our finances, time, energy, fasting.  What does 80 some odd years compare to eternity?  Anyway, back to the point.  We were singing this bridge and I was just struck with an urgency in my heart that a "little while" is too long!  Suddenly I was crying while intermittently saying to the Lord "It's too long." and "I need you now."  This went on for several minutes and then it was gone, I think some time after the song was finished.  The same thing happened in the prayer room on Tuesday night and then Thursday in the early morning, but without the song playing.  I was praying the same thing and BAM I was filled with so much longing for Jesus to be back.  Davey Flowers (here's a youtube video of her song "wounded one" http://youtu.be/caLe5iPnZXA ) was singing a chorus with the phrase "come satisfy us" and I was filled with so much longing as I told Him that "a little while is too long...I need you now...come! ..."  I dunno if this tenderness is the result of the fast that I just had ended the day before, but I was weeping more bitterly then I have in a while.  Even after the tears stopped and my breath returned to me, I felt an ache chest, it felt kinda like missing someone, but kinda like hunger that is too high for my stomach.  I dunno, but I kinda like it because I think Jesus feels the same way.  I want to pull harder on His heart to bring Him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to the archives of the Prayer room.  on the right hand side you can scroll to find the 2-4am set on Thursday morning if you'd like to hear the set.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ihop.org/prayerroom/archives/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-4650880014008396823?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4650880014008396823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=4650880014008396823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/4650880014008396823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/4650880014008396823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s too long...'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-7514019006340489234</id><published>2011-09-28T13:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T18:56:18.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i "get it" a little bit more.</title><content type='html'>The subject of fasting has kinda been a big deal ever since we got here to IHOP.  The people here really promote fasting as a part of normal Christianity, not "radical" or "legalistic."  It's not the first time I've heard these teachings, and I do think that I had some measure of correct understand of what fasting is, but there was so much didn't really get about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough understanding to know that fasting was good and we should do it, but I guess I never really understood why. This all came to a head when talking to my core leader Robert about the tension I'm feeling between "striving" and "pursuing".   He was able to point out that the mindset with with I was viewing God is not how He presents Himself in the Bible.  The crazy part is that I wasn't even really aware that I had this stinkin' thinkin' about God, that if I break a fast early that equals failing and He'd be upset and withhold Himself from me.  That doesn't sound like a good God does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting in the prayer room one night a thought occurred to me:  If it [the point] is not about complete accomplishments of the spiritual disciplines that the Lord is looking at, but the 'reach of our heart', the the type and duration of  fast is unimportant.  I've heard the phrase 'reach of our heart' before, often in reference to various spiritual disciplines to talk about the purpose behind the actions we are doing.  So is fasting really a tool God gave us to cultivate the longing in our heart for more of an understanding of His love and affections and His supporting care of us when we kick away our crutches and are required to lean onto what was always there?  Could that really be the whole point?  'Cause that wuld be awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't even call this a "revelation" so much as a clicking-into-place-finally.  This is still the Lord's work too, so maybe there isn't really a difference.  I dunno.  Through verbally processing it with Robert to check that my thinking was on track, I was able to check my thinking with another person who's had more instruction and experience then myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasting really moves my heart, and shows me the reality of how weak I am and how to sensitize to feel the love and affection He always has for me.  Robert says it doesn't even stop there, because once there, God gets more glory.  By acknowledging His love, it causes me to love Him more and praise Him more.  So fasting is a tool for me, but it's also a tool for Him to gain more glory.  Wow. He's so smart! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the types and duration of our fasts isn't specifically what He's after, He really is after our hearts.  A person could be reaching more on a Daniel fast then someone else drinking only water for weeks on end.  He's after our heart reaching out in longing to Him, and that doesn't necessarily have to equate to pain.  I think He probably hates that part.  The trick for us is to make sure we aren't reaching less for Him then we were before, we need to be always increasing in our desire for Him.  Fasting acts like "miracle grow" on the seeds of the Spirit, and cause the growth in our heart to be faster.  After thinking on all of this, I'm actually encouraged and feel so much more free to fast now.  Now that it's not this standard I have to meet, or gauntlet that I have to pass, I feel more free to do it.  I can quit or not fast as much as I want to, based on my heart.  Because I want my heart to be reaching for the Lord, I'm not going to want to quit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-7514019006340489234?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7514019006340489234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=7514019006340489234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/7514019006340489234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/7514019006340489234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-get-it-little-bit-more.html' title='i &quot;get it&quot; a little bit more.'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-2481183732397262687</id><published>2011-09-27T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T13:38:15.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the prayers of the saints</title><content type='html'>I wanted to share an image I had in my mind when I was sitting in the prayer room one evening.&amp;nbsp; It comes from the scriptures in Revelation describing the throne room in Heaven.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Revelation 5&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h5 class="passage-header"&gt;The Scroll and the Lamb&lt;/h5&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30781"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; Then I saw in the right hand of him who sat on the throne a scroll with writing on both sides and sealed with seven seals. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30782"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; And I saw a mighty angel proclaiming in a loud voice, “Who is worthy to break the seals and open the scroll?” &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30783"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; But no one in heaven or on earth or under the earth could open the scroll or even look inside it. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30784"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; I wept and wept because no one was found who was worthy to open the scroll or look inside. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30785"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; Then one of the elders said to me, “Do not weep! See, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has triumphed. He is able to open the scroll and its seven seals.” &amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30786"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; Then I saw a Lamb, looking as if it had been slain, standing at the center of the throne, encircled by the four living creatures and the elders. The Lamb had seven horns and seven eyes, which are the seven spirits&lt;sup class="footnote" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-30786a&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote a&amp;quot;&amp;gt;a&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;of God sent out into all the earth. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30787"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt; He went and took the scroll from the right hand of him who sat on the throne. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30788"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt; And when he had taken it, the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb. Each one had a harp and they were holding golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of God’s people. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30789"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt; And they sang a new song, saying: &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;“You are worthy to take the scroll &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and to open its seals, &lt;br /&gt;because you were slain, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and with your blood you purchased for God &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;persons from every tribe and language and people and nation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30790"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt; You have made them to be a kingdom and priests to serve our God, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and they will reign&lt;sup class="footnote" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-30790b&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote b&amp;quot;&amp;gt;b&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; on the earth.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nnaoTQNevtE/ToIJw3dq_1I/AAAAAAAAARo/KtqKi5kMxJ8/s1600/prayersofthesaints.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nnaoTQNevtE/ToIJw3dq_1I/AAAAAAAAARo/KtqKi5kMxJ8/s320/prayersofthesaints.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was only able to do this painting with the water color set I bought to get down idea while I'm here, so while I feel it was a good enough rendition to remember my intent, I am really looking forward to doing this one again with oil paints on a wood panel.&amp;nbsp; It'll be awesome! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-2481183732397262687?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2481183732397262687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=2481183732397262687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/2481183732397262687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/2481183732397262687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/09/prayers-of-saints.html' title='the prayers of the saints'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nnaoTQNevtE/ToIJw3dq_1I/AAAAAAAAARo/KtqKi5kMxJ8/s72-c/prayersofthesaints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-2614186975142193297</id><published>2011-09-27T10:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T13:18:36.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>time is short.</title><content type='html'>This month has flown by!  I can hardly believe it's already almost October! GAH! I'm not ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned this to my brother last night when we were talking on the phone ( I think only the Benbow brothers would pick midnight as the the most convenient time to talk on the phone.) that I really like being in the prayer room.  Coming to the internship I expected this to be the hardest part.  Last night I surpassed 300 hours in the prayer room since coming to IHOP.  There isn't really a expected goal they have in place for us, but my but personal goal has been 500 hours before the internship is over.  Maybe I need to aim higher, I think I can make it to 600!  The number isn't important per-say, but I like goals and achieving them.  So there you go.  Even in the short time we've been here, I've noticed how the studying and prayer has been getting easier.  Somewhere along the line 5 hours became not enough to "get done" all the things I want to do in the prayer room.   Since when has 5 hours not been enough time to do anything?   Let alone the read the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to be one of the vast majority in Christianity who struggled to get through half an hour, and 5 hours at the beginning of the internship was extremely daunting.  There was several years where nothing would knock me out like opening a Bible.  I would almost instantly fall asleep every time I tried to read.  I kid you not, even if I was just in the room where someone was reading a Bible, I would be more exhausted then I could understand.  Sermons at church were nearly unbearable, and not because I didn't want to pay attention, but because I couldn't keep my eyes open!  I would frequently stand in the sound booth where I was serving, just to try and keep some measure of attentiveness to the speaker.  (How did I conceive of this as "normal"?) A couple of us made it our goal feel surprised when midnight came around and it was time for us to head home.  That was very early in the intership, and now, I'm almost disappointed when when it's time to leave!  (Sometimes I'm just really hungry and head home to get a snack.)  That's clearly miraculous, not something I could do on my own!  Yay God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-2614186975142193297?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2614186975142193297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=2614186975142193297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/2614186975142193297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/2614186975142193297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/09/time-is-short.html' title='time is short.'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-1542499894924879277</id><published>2011-09-12T14:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T14:34:00.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No, it's the Lion of Target.</title><content type='html'>So I have this one shirt from Target, with a line drawing of a head of a lion, and water color splotches adding some variety.  It a great design, and I really like it.  (hence the purchase.)  But Every time I wear it in a Christian context, I frequently get the same question; "Is that the lion of the tribe of Judah?"  to which I usually reply with "No, it's the Lion of Target."    Or if they know that I draw and paint, I get the question "Did you draw that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone here on base asked me if i knew anyone who could draw it, because he's been looking for a lion to get tattooed over an older one he wants to cover now.  Well I was able to explain to him that I actually draw and could get it done for him.  Before I did the one i actually handed to him i did a "practice" in my sketch book, and then decided to play around with it in color.  It came out pretty well I think, so I thought I'd share it up here.  I hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gM6ErgI3vGE/Tm5Qcv2BraI/AAAAAAAAARk/q6vHkrMtYLM/s1600/lionoftarget.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gM6ErgI3vGE/Tm5Qcv2BraI/AAAAAAAAARk/q6vHkrMtYLM/s400/lionoftarget.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651543037206179234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-1542499894924879277?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/1542499894924879277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=1542499894924879277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/1542499894924879277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/1542499894924879277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-its-lion-of-target.html' title='No, it&apos;s the Lion of Target.'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gM6ErgI3vGE/Tm5Qcv2BraI/AAAAAAAAARk/q6vHkrMtYLM/s72-c/lionoftarget.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-7758055003160668233</id><published>2011-08-26T13:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T13:25:40.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In prayer, there is life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This was an image I saw in my head while in worship one day.  I was thinking about how in prayer we connect to the Lord, the beginning and source of all life.  He is the source of all good things, and we have nothing good apart from Him.  I don't have specific verse that this came from, it was several all colliding in my mind and heart at the same time, but real quick it makes me think of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;John 17:3 "Now this is eternal life: that they know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 36 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14440"&gt;  1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I have a message from God in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   concerning the sinfulness of the wicked:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="footnote" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-14440b&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote b&amp;quot;&amp;gt;b&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is no fear of God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   before their eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14441"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; In their own eyes they flatter themselves&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;too much to detect or hate their sin.&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14442"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; The words of their mouths are wicked and deceitful;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;they fail to act wisely or do good.&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14443"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; Even on their beds they plot evil;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;they commit themselves to a sinful course&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and do not reject what is wrong.&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14444"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; Your love, LORD, reaches to the heavens,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;your faithfulness to the skies.&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14445"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; Your righteousness is like the highest mountains,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;your justice like the great deep.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You, LORD, preserve both people and animals.&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14446"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt; How priceless is your unfailing love, O God!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;People take refuge in the shadow of your wings.&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14447"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt; They feast on the abundance of your house;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you give them drink from your river of delights.&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14448"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt; For with you is the fountain of life;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in your light we see light.&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14449"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt; Continue your love to those who know you,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;your righteousness to the upright in heart.&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14450"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt; May the foot of the proud not come against me,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nor the hand of the wicked drive me away.&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14451"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt; See how the evildoers lie fallen—&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thrown down, not able to rise!  "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_LbMYe_YkZs/TlfT7LUnRYI/AAAAAAAAARc/CuZ2g4k2CGg/s1600/prayerislife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_LbMYe_YkZs/TlfT7LUnRYI/AAAAAAAAARc/CuZ2g4k2CGg/s400/prayerislife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645213671537198466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-7758055003160668233?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7758055003160668233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=7758055003160668233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/7758055003160668233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/7758055003160668233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-prayer-there-is-life.html' title='In prayer, there is life.'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_LbMYe_YkZs/TlfT7LUnRYI/AAAAAAAAARc/CuZ2g4k2CGg/s72-c/prayerislife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-1892424526083441096</id><published>2011-08-20T11:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T11:08:09.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He is so faithful even when I'm not.</title><content type='html'>This is basically almost verbatim to what I wrote in my journal yesterday.  I don't apologize for it being so long, but it's too amazing not to share:           &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:Cambria; 	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;                &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:Cambria; 	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple of days have been a bit rough, as I’m trying to loose un-biblical mindsets and understandings of who God is and have them changed into correct ones.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now this may seem a bit confusing if you read this post too close after the last one, but in my head it actually kinda makes some sense.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By gaining revelation of His love it will allow me to let go and walk away from wrong perceptions of Him; one that reduce His power, glory, love, goodness… I could probably go one for a while.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And just because it’s good doesn’t mean it feels good now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are lots of different half formed ideas and thoughts about who He is running around in my head that don’t fit together and I’m trying to figure out how they fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I had a long talk with Robert about this question, where does sin come from, where does sickness come from, who’s fault is it, whose in charge of what aspects, the story of Job, the story of the man born blind, the woman with the issue of blood, our authority in Christ… Like I said, it was a long conversation that came after me balling my eyes out for a few hours as I wrestled with faith and offense.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I walked away from my talk with Robert still pretty conflicted, but I did feel a bit better to get it out.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Robert didn’t really have an answer to the “why” questions, which I wasn’t expecting him to, but he didn’t discourage me from asking them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was new. And he could actually relate to me grappling with questions of “why did this happen?” and “where were you when…?” better than most people can.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He did to encourage me to turn around my questioning though.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rather than starting from my stand point, looking at this world and pointing back to God, he was saying I need to start with God and work from there.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God is good even when I don’t understand it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He didn’t create us to die, but as we sow, we shall reap.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Adam, who is the father of us all, sowed sin and he’s reaping big time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God could repeal the curse that sin ahs brought in, but He hasn’t.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the Bible, and the Hebrew people it was originally written to have a way different view on death then we do in our society now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The bible’s view is that the dead are just sleeping; some in ecstasy, others in torment, because it’s not really the end. Biblically the “second death” s what we should really be worried about.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This isn’t viewed rightly either, because if it was, sin would be a lot less enticing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When we’ve been tempted to sin (lie, cheat, steal, gossip, sexual immorality) we’d remember that the result of that would be a trip to the lake of fire, and we’d say ‘it’s not worth it.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reconcile cancer and Dad’s death is going to be tough.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Robert was encouraging me to really pour my attention to studying and meditating of the resurrection of the dead when Jesus returns.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Bible repeatedly describes this as our hope.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also as I’m wrestling with these issues to not push God out of it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To not let go of praying the prayers, and singing the songs, reading the books, because He wasn’t to be a part of the wrestle with me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Man, this is going to be long…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day long I had one of the songs from the prayer room repeating in my head, which isn’t too new, most days I have a song in my head, and here I’ve definitely had a worship song in my head all day long.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was the “selection” (I don’t usually do the picking you see) that was a bit odd considering that my heart has been hurting so much and wrestling with my emotions and thoughts to choose to trust and love the Lord.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All day long the lines I kept hearing were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“God is my refuge, my help in time of trouble&lt;br /&gt;God is my refuge, my help in time of need.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a chorus frequently sung by Audra Lynn’s team, and that night I was reading in Proverbs 18: 10, it says; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“The name of the Lord is a strong tower, the righteous run to it and are safe.”&lt;/span&gt;  I’d say the odds of my thoughts preemptively matching up with the reading I’ll be doing later, are pretty slim.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even as I sat there, struggling to believe it, it warmed my heart to see His faithfulness to my heart.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How adamant He is that I really get it, and really believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short time later in the prayer room as I’m still writing, (though I’ve changed the order to help make it clear to the reader.) the worship team is singing through Psalm 46:1-3, which is weird because it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"God is our refuge and strength and ever-present help in trouble.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Therefore we will not fear thought the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though it’s waters roar and from the mountains quake with their swelling.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a chorus of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“I will trust in the name of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;I will trust in my God&lt;br /&gt;I will trust in the name of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;I will run into Your name.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has definitely been the theme of my day, even in my wrestle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day a friend prayed for me, and not knowing my situation or my day before, she said she felt like the Lord told her to tell me to read Psalm 28:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“The Lord is my strength and my shield,&lt;br /&gt;my heart trust in Him and I and helped.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart leaps for joy and I will&lt;br /&gt;give thanks to Him in song.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so good to me, even as I'm trying to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-1892424526083441096?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/1892424526083441096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=1892424526083441096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/1892424526083441096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/1892424526083441096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/08/he-is-so-faithful-even-when-im-not.html' title='He is so faithful even when I&apos;m not.'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-3875864050514276467</id><published>2011-08-18T19:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T12:28:34.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ephesians 3:17-19</title><content type='html'>This has been one of my favorite prayers in the Bible for a while, within my favorite book. The more I read, pray, and meditate on it in the prayer room, the more I like it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ephesians 3:14-19: " &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29266"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt; For this reason I kneel before the Father, &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29267"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt; from whom every family in heaven and on earth derives its name. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29268"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt; I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29269"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt; so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29270"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt; may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29271"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt; and to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; this love that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;surpasses knowledge&lt;/span&gt;—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul is praying that we will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; the extent of this love that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surpasses knowledge&lt;/span&gt;.  Firstly; I think it's awesome that it's written in the Bible, and since it's all God breathed, that means that it's God's prayer for us to know His love.  (If you need to, you can go let this blow your mind and come finish this post later.  It'll still be here.)  Second; That means that no one has known Him that way, or even fully searched out His love.  This isn't even mentioning His glory, power, knowledge or physical dimensions  (Yes, the Father and Jesus both have physical bodies.  Feel free to leave and come back if your cranium needs a break.)  whihc are all massively unfathomable, but it's His love that is crucial for us to grasp at and know.  No one has ever fully searched it out; not Moses who spoke to Him face to face as a friend, not David who was a man after His own heart, not Solomon, the most wise one, not john, who is declared but himself (albeit by himself, but the other disciples recognized it too) "the disciple whom Jesus loved"  not even Enoch, who was so loved by God that he never tasted death.  "Enoch walked faithfully with God; then he was no more, because God took him away." (Gen 5:24) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves me (and you) more then anyone has ever loved anyone.  EVER!  Husbands and wives, siblings, parents and children, best friends.  He loves me more then all of those relationships, and He wants me to search it out.  I suspect I'll never find the edges, even after eternity,but I'm excited to start walking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-3875864050514276467?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3875864050514276467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=3875864050514276467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/3875864050514276467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/3875864050514276467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/08/ephesians-317-19.html' title='Ephesians 3:17-19'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-5090658434621975041</id><published>2011-08-17T17:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T18:59:37.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Corinthians 12</title><content type='html'>So this post is actually one something that's a couple nights old, I just haven't had a chance to sit down and get it written out yet,  but it's still blowing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 1 Corinthians 12 contains the body passage, so I've read it dozens of dozens of time because it was the main passage that the St. George's camp at Shrine Mont where I attended and worked, so it's held a special place in my heart.  However verses 27-31 was what was really standing out to this time around:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 Corinthians 12:27-31 "&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28662"&gt;27&lt;/sup&gt; Now you are the body of Christ, and each one of you is a part of it. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28663"&gt;28&lt;/sup&gt;  And God has placed in the church &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; of all apostles, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt;  prophets, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;third&lt;/span&gt; teachers, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; miracles, then gifts of healing, of  helping, of guidance, and of different kinds of tongues. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28664"&gt;29&lt;/sup&gt; Are all apostles? Are all prophets? Are all teachers? Do all work miracles? &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28665"&gt;30&lt;/sup&gt; Do all have gifts of healing? Do all speak in tongues? Do all interpret? &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28666"&gt;31&lt;/sup&gt; Now eagerly desire the greater gifts." &lt;br /&gt;(emphasis added by me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is blowing my mind for a couple of reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) God is placing "miracles" and "healings" on the same level as "helps" and "administration"! To me, that says that this is standard expectation.  Church 101.  It makes sense because for healing and miracles, all I really do is place my hand on someone and pray for God to show up and do what He loves to do.  He does all the hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) He, God, is telling us to desire the higher levels of the moves of His Spirit.  And He defines miracles and healing on the entry level.  We would probably all agree that we see these more flashy impressive gifts would be greater, because we're more impressed by them.  I can promise you, that when a person who is a helper shows up to give a conference at church, not very many people would be excited.  People are usually glad when the helper is around, and even occasionally grateful of what they do, but people are stoked when a miracle worker prays for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm pretty sure that if the good good God who put that last verse&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But eagerly desire the greater gifts."&lt;/span&gt; in the same Bible where He says "Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart." Psalm 37:4 then He intends to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Chapter 13 is right after this, which is what Paul is pointing us to when he says "And yet I will show you the most excellent way."  The "most excellent way" is love.  Even after all of the gifts , the standard by which the Lord will measure us is love.  DANG! I think the way we do Chapter 13 is by doing Chapter 12.  By gaining a revelation of Jesus, we gain love for Him, which gives us the ability for us to love others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take a moment to repent for not valuing the things that the Lord values, and not valuing them in myself.  It helped me to realize the way the Lord values out interactions with one another and we serve to help each other, and to have better appreciation for those around me.  Also this makes me realize the accessibility of  the the moves of God that are "greater" and those that are actually greater in the Lord's eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-5090658434621975041?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/5090658434621975041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=5090658434621975041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/5090658434621975041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/5090658434621975041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/08/1-corinthians-12.html' title='1 Corinthians 12'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-1188874364552063961</id><published>2011-08-13T18:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:05:44.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a little gift.</title><content type='html'>This has taken me a while to post, but I wanted to share an image I had one day when I was in the prayer room.   I used watercolors because it's less toxic and quicker then the oil paints I typically use, which makes them all around more conducive to life right now since I don't an actual studio place.  I may re-do it later in oil, and I'm trying to figure out ways to pair the image with the words together in a more official format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be the first time I ever had a writing part to go with it. It's  not quite a poem, and it's not quite a caption, I think I can only  describe it as the verbal discussion I had while having a visual  conversation with the Lord.  I know it's not just for me though, so I  hope it blesses and encourage you and your walk with the Lord too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WL0ScvpAFyE/Tkb1jM_BSZI/AAAAAAAAARU/fST6pdxw1CY/s1600/littlegift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640465568457902482" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WL0ScvpAFyE/Tkb1jM_BSZI/AAAAAAAAARU/fST6pdxw1CY/s400/littlegift.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 248px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...I could barely feel it, it weighed almost nothing at all.  I’m sure I’d lose it if I didn’t keep checking that it was still there.  And as I lifted it up and offered it to Him, all I could do was mumble; “I... I know it’s not much...”  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“It’s all I wanted.”&lt;/span&gt; “I’m sorry it’s so small...”  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“I’m not”&lt;/span&gt; “I wish it was bigger...”  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“I’ll take it.  It’s beautiful to me.”&lt;/span&gt;  “Well, it’s always been Yours.”  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Yes, but I’m glad you are giving it to me.”&lt;/span&gt;  He gently reached over and between two fingers, slowly lifted it and brought it close to his face.  I couldn’ t even feel it as He lifted it from my hand.  He looked at it, so intensely, yet with a smile spreading across His face.  For the first time I noticed the color of his eyes.  Had they always been this bright? As He starred, it began to glow, brighter and brighter still.  I covered my eyes, but He never looked away.  And then...I was warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-1188874364552063961?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/1188874364552063961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=1188874364552063961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/1188874364552063961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/1188874364552063961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/08/little-gift.html' title='a little gift.'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WL0ScvpAFyE/Tkb1jM_BSZI/AAAAAAAAARU/fST6pdxw1CY/s72-c/littlegift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-718186738813654374</id><published>2011-08-12T10:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T10:49:46.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We have to KNOW Him</title><content type='html'>           &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:Cambria; 	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During one of our briefing times with Robert, we had a pretty interesting discussion.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was telling us about hope and kinda gave us biblical parameters for what that means; one hope is that Jesus really will come back one day and bring us to Him (either in the process of this body dying or when He returns and gathers all the faithful to Him.) and also the hope that Jesus is now and during His reign during His second coming, preparing the entire world for the return of the Father.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;That’s going to be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Someone asked the interesting question, of ‘if God felt sorrow or grief’.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He kinda let us go around with answers then told us we needed to find support in scriptures, not just concepts.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was a bit harder.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt pretty confident sighting 2Cor. 1:3-7:  &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any troubles with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. For just as the sufferings of Christ low over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How could He comfort us with what He does not know?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also Jesus told us that the Holy Spirit would be our comforter and perfect helper.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems like I, also along with the group was kinda missing the mark.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll admit that didn’t have a firm scripture to definitively show that the Lord will mourn or grieve with us, and can relate to us in every emotional state.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew it was true, because I’ve met him there, but would that be enough to convince anyone else?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Would it be enough to re-convince myself if I ever need to?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were days and weeks strung together were I felt mere inches away from completely losing my grip on sanity as I’m trying to convince myself of truths I know but have no evidence for when I have an over abundance of evidence for things I don’t agree with.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was “stuck” in John 6:68-69 right after many of those following Jesus get offended and left, He asks the 12 apostles if they were going to leave too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Simon Peter answered him, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We have come to believe and to know that you are the Holy One of God.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Robert was really looking for stronger cases of God feeling sorrow and grief.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said any of the prophets would have worked, showing that He is “hurt” by loss or broken relationships with people.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’re so temporary, and inconstant it blows my mind that He is affected emotionally (not in His power or His glory) by our relationship.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not that He “needs” it or anything, but that it matters to Him if we choose to be in relationship with Him or not.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He pointed out that most of us were bringing up pieces of sermons we’ve heard, but that in the time of need, either ours or when we’re trying to comfort someone else, that this wont be enough.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I think that…” or “I’ve heard that…” will not be enough to get us through when life hits the proverbial fan.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can attest to that as well.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know I didn’t want to hear a “good message” after my dad died.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I needed to meet God, for myself, and be convinced of His character.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I still do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Knowing Him and encountering Him in the Word, and His breath upon it to make it real to our hearts will be the only thing that will keep is strong through…life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;pb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-718186738813654374?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/718186738813654374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=718186738813654374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/718186738813654374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/718186738813654374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-have-to-know-him.html' title='We have to KNOW Him'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-3039040243295644813</id><published>2011-08-02T14:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T14:29:46.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(insert clever play on words useing "sale" and "sail" here.)</title><content type='html'>After seeing the shoes I did for my former boss, my friend and former staff worker Dabney asked if I would be able to do a pair for her friend who had a birthday coming up.  Dabney had the idea for sailboats because her friend  "is originally from Florida and because she is really preppy."  I just glad she wasn't a world class sailing enthusiast who would know all the technical terms for the pieces I abstracted or left out.  Also, her logic was just awesome.  This is what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4k03_QB3dRY/TjhAHBHnKYI/AAAAAAAAARM/FR-ubmLxJSo/s1600/sailboatshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 83px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4k03_QB3dRY/TjhAHBHnKYI/AAAAAAAAARM/FR-ubmLxJSo/s400/sailboatshoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636325422957799810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dabney very generously agreed to pay me as well, which I'm of course supper stoked about.  I've been wanting to get a small water color paint set to flesh out more of the images I've been getting in my head during prayer and worship to the Lord.  I've already got a couple lined up that I'm excited to get wrapped up and posted here to share with you.  My time during the internship has been pretty well claimed, but I'm excited to get these images on a more solid format then just my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-3039040243295644813?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3039040243295644813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=3039040243295644813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/3039040243295644813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/3039040243295644813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/08/insert-clever-play-on-words-useing-sale.html' title='(insert clever play on words useing &quot;sale&quot; and &quot;sail&quot; here.)'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4k03_QB3dRY/TjhAHBHnKYI/AAAAAAAAARM/FR-ubmLxJSo/s72-c/sailboatshoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-6035289494614356527</id><published>2011-07-28T11:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T12:05:36.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer at the imagination-station. aka. my mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:Cambria;  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink  {color:blue;  text-decoration:underline;  text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed  {mso-style-noshow:yes;  color:purple;  text-decoration:underline;  text-underline:single;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want to tell y’all about an experience I had while in the Prayer room yesterday.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was sitting in the prayer room and the team leading was singing “&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/ZR9geOMHygE"&gt;Strong Love&lt;/a&gt;” by Jon Thurlow, I really like this song, and yesterday God met me while I was singing it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The bridge goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Your love is so high,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your love is so wide,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your love is so deep,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;   Your love is so long.”&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Because I enjoy worshiping the lord with my imagination, I was trying to picture it in my head to help me relate and worship.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I initially imagined myself in front of a huge wall that continued left and right as far as I could see.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel like He brought correction to my thinking.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If the wall is God’s love, then there isn’t and depth because I’m standing at the bottom of the wall already.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m already at the bottom.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I imagined myself standing in front of a giant rainforest, at the very edge of it, but He reminded me, that though the trees are very tall, they all have a height that ends.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I pictured myself in a boat on very calm water, just like the painting I had done and sold earlier, It's posted &lt;a href="http://www.patrickbenbow.com/illustration/illustration.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; on my website in the illustration section.)  but He again reminded me almost without words, that this image wouldn’t work either because in a boat I’m already sitting at the top of the water.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I imagined myself on the side of a mountain, surely now there is more mountain below, above and on either side of me relative to my position.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He told me again that this image doesn’t work because mountains get smaller as you get closer to reaching the peak.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this point I’m a little frustrated, and I say “Well, God, I can’t see it, I can’t place myself in front of it.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And His response to me, very gently, He said to me “That’s because you’re already inside of it.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And He showed me, myself getting sucked into a massive orb-like blue thing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I became so filled with His joy, that I’m crying as I laugh so hard that no sound is actually coming out.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Later that night my core group leader Robert referenced the same passage I’m sure Thurlow was thinking about when he wrote the song.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ephesians 3:14-19 says;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt; For this reason I kneel before the Father, &lt;sup&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt; from whom every family&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;in heaven and on earth derives its name. &lt;sup&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt; I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, &lt;sup&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt; so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, &lt;sup&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt; may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, &lt;sup&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt; and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Robert pointed out that Paul says he prays this for Christians, how often are we praying for ourselves, that we would be empowered to know and comprehend that which surpasses knowledge.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe if we did, we’d be a lot more excited about the subject of His love.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;…excuse me, I need to go pray.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;pb&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-6035289494614356527?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/6035289494614356527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=6035289494614356527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/6035289494614356527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/6035289494614356527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/07/prayer-at-imagination-station-aka-my.html' title='Prayer at the imagination-station. aka. my mind.'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-6850270491932719309</id><published>2011-07-24T14:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T14:46:04.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Double-Dose: our need for a purpose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:Cambria;  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the past several days the teachers in class, the speaker at the fellowship meeting on Saturday, and what I’ve been reading have all been fitting together into a nice package.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not saying it wasn’t their intention, but it is rather convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friday morning, Mark, the head of our One Thing Internship at the International House of Prayer in Kansas City gave a talk about “the power of a focused life” sighting Proverbs 29:18 “Where there is no vision, the people perish” and that the greatest law, Mark 12:30 “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So from here he starts talking about desire…&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mike Bickle does a great job in his book &lt;a href="http://store.ihop.org/store/product/5823/The-Seven-Longings-of-the-Human-Heart/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The 7 Longings of the Human Heart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; describing things that we were all created to desire.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We long for these aspects: to be enjoyed, to be fascinated, to be beautiful, to be great, to be intimate without shame, to be whole hearted and to make a deep lasting impact, because we are created in God’s image, and these things are in his heart as well.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I gotta say that I’ve been meaning to read this book for a long time, but have just never made the time to do it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well I told you that part to tell you this part, I had just read the chapter on our longing to be fascinated the night previous to Mark’s teaching and it all fit together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mark basically outlined how if we have a small vision of who God is and what He intends to do in our life, our desire will be turned to any number of things.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were made to be fascinated.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We cannot repent of desire.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were made for this.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We can only repent of trying to fill it by means other then God given ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We need to have a focus in life, a goal if you will, because without it we wont get anywhere because we are going no where.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;We need to have a goal, so that we redeem the time we have, avoid laziness and will prepare for Jesus’ return in an appropriate manner. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Surely we should be fascinated by whatever we make our goal, otherwise we’ll just be trudging through life desperately trying to get to the end.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How depressing is that?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But if we are fascinated, it will give use the energy and strength to press on and enjoy the work we are doing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we are lining up our goals with the purposes the Lord has for us, it will come more naturally too because it will be the very things we were created for! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Could He really be so good and to create us for a purpose and a work that we are excited for and want to do?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Paul was maybe one of the hardest working people ever. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He planted more churches then anyone, how could he have had the stamina to keep up such and pace especially going though the persecution and beatings he received on a frequent basis for preaching Jesus Christ is Lord? He must have loved doing it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Paul gives us a glimpse in his writing; 1Corinthians 15:10 But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. No, I worked harder than all of them—yet not I, but the grace of God that was with me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The grace of God being the very thing that empowered Paul (and us) to do the task before him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Isn’t it great when you’re given the very tools you’ll need to what you’re supposed to?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Few things aggravate me more then I’m told to perform a task or duty but am not giving the ability or authority with the command.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve heard it said before by several people “A lover will out work a worker any day of the week.” And I think I’m starting to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To give you all of the examples that Mark gave in class would make this post obnoxiously long(er).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had about 2 hours to talk, and I know I don’t stay on any single internet page for more then five minutes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;But hopefully this will prick your heart as it has mine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would encourage anyone to seek this out yourselves, and definitely read the book by Mike Bickle.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know for me, Mark’s talk, especially combined with how some of the other talks, and what I’m reading, all fitting together synergisticly has been very exciting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before arriving here I knew this was an area in my life that I had problems in, but I had no language for it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t address my lack of motivation, and excitement because I had no language to define it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Through reading that chapter, and hearing Mark’s talk, it put handles on the problem I couldn’t address, so now I can look at it, and build a strategy and game plan to reach that goal.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is my goal?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I dunno yet, but if I’m able to maintain God as my fascination, it’s gonna be a lot of fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;pb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-6850270491932719309?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/6850270491932719309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=6850270491932719309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/6850270491932719309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/6850270491932719309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/07/double-dose-our-need-for-purpose.html' title='Double-Dose: our need for a purpose.'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-1716183545830888551</id><published>2011-07-24T11:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T12:27:32.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the Prayer-ie</title><content type='html'>(pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:Cambria;  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well I’ve been here in Kansas City and the International House of Prayer for just a little over a week, but it feels like so much longer in all the good ways.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For those of you, who have asked how it’s going, and I can only manage to say “good” I hope these blog posts can better give you a glimpse into what’s going on in my heart while I’m out here.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s not something that I could convey through a quick phone chat or text message.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Lord has been so good to meet me, when I’m just sitting in a room, choosing to believe that He is willing and excited to come hang out with me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dirty, double minded, insecure, unsure, weak, and distracted me while I’m sitting and accomplishing nothing that looks beneficial to anyone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meeting the uncreated Lord Cod, Holy and Mighty, Creator of the universe, my Savior - and my biggest fan – in this context is breaking down a lot of the former mindsets that I’ve forgotten I’ve been carrying about who He is.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is this one song that has been played several times in the prayer room sets, that I really like and I think exemplifies this truth so well; "Dark but Lovely" by Sarah Edwards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I can't understand, this work of grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How a perfect God would come and take my place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The stars they don't move You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The waves can't undo You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The mountains in their splendor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They cannot steal Your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This God who is holy, perfect in beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awesome in glory is ravished by my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though I'm poor, You say I am lovely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though I'm dark, You say I'm beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow my weak glance has overwhelmed You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And somehow my weak love has stolen away Your heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can already see the things that the Lord is already breaking down in me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Old mindsets and misconceptions of who He is, who I am, things I’ve only thought I’ve dealt with until now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I see Him doing it in my housemates, the members of my core group whom I’ll be doing life with for the next 6 months.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Already people are getting their minds blown by the goodness of God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It makes me look forward to the long times spent in the prayer room.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even after doing it for several times, preparing to go into the prayer room for one of our 5 hours stints is rather daunting, but when He shows up and makes those little explosions in my heart and/or mind, it’s pretty great.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s honestly a lot easier when I’m in it and engaged with what’s going on in the room and really hunting after His heart, then it sounds.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(I’m told this is called the “honeymoon phase” of the prayer room. Does it have to end?)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I still like to be the guy who “gets stuff done” it’s uncomfortable to not have much of a list of things to accomplish, but just to open my heart to Him and receive what He’s already done and wanting to do more of.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s because I built of this idea that I’m worthy when I’ve accomplished the most.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s working on that too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On a lighter note, the dryers on both sides of the duplex I’m living in are broken.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I got the opportunity to use a drying line in the back yard to dry my laundry yesterday.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a bit uncomfortable at first, the consideration of having all my clothes just hanging out outside… but I decided “Hey, if someone is in such a rough spot that they need to steel my drawers off the line, they need them a lot more then I do.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As far as I can tell I got back everything that I put out.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-suWQFuxvYDQ/TixBw2d4KVI/AAAAAAAAARE/YZtwA6UDo-8/s1600/IMG_6090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-suWQFuxvYDQ/TixBw2d4KVI/AAAAAAAAARE/YZtwA6UDo-8/s400/IMG_6090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632949541444004178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;pb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-1716183545830888551?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/1716183545830888551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=1716183545830888551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/1716183545830888551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/1716183545830888551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-on-prayer-ie.html' title='Life on the Prayer-ie'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-suWQFuxvYDQ/TixBw2d4KVI/AAAAAAAAARE/YZtwA6UDo-8/s72-c/IMG_6090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-285708684879778753</id><published>2011-07-19T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T10:35:55.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the begining...</title><content type='html'>Well I’ve only been here for a few days and most of that portion was taken up with orientation and settling in, we’ve only had three days where we’ve had an actual class/ an extended amount of time in the prayer room, but I feel like the Lord is already doing some great things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally the interns will be in the prayer room from 6pm till midnight, but Saturday there were two hours before that.  It’s pretty intense to have all this thought about who God is and how to interact with him poured into our head and then to be stuck in a room to go talk to him about it.  I’m not gonna lie, the last hour on Saturday was pretty tough. I had to get up and pace back and fourth just to keep my mind awake enough to engage in what’s going on in the room.  It was hard, but so enjoyable at the same time.  If we were there for short spurts of time, it would be easier to just grit my teeth and run out the clock.  When we’re in there for 6 hours at a time, what else could I do but interact with God?  I really want to “go for it” while I’m here, especially in the prayer room.  I want to try and implement the tools the leaders are trying t give me, because really if I wanted to just keep doing things like I’ve always done, I could have stayed at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe the most amazing things I heard yesterday were that God did not create separation, we did.  When we sin, we want to cover ourselves with shame and distance, not willing to be near Him because we either a. enjoy it when we know we shouldn’t, or b. feel so ashamed/dirty/unworthy/afraid and we can stand to let him come near us.  It’s so sad.  From the very beginning, when Adam and Eve first hid form the Lord He was the one searching them out.  And when they told Him what happened, his first reaction was make a promise that things were going to be made right once again.  He promised that even thought we had partnered with the enemy for a moment, that He would make us enemies once again, and the seed of Eve (Jesus) would destroy seed of the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thought that was reminded to me was of when Jesus went to go raise Lazarus from death (John 11: 38 -&amp;gt;).  Ok, so here is God, who KNEW that Lazarus was going to die before… well, dunno when, but He wasn’t shocked when it happened.  He even told His disciples 3 days before they went to see him that Lazarus was dead.  That’s pretty impressive, but let’s be honest, not completely out of the realm of what we would expect any all-powerful deity to be capable of right?  What’s amazing to me is that when speaking to the sisters of this man, that He took the time to weep with them (maybe just Mary?) before He did the work.  He wept with her even knowing that in just a short time he was going to walk over to the tomb and tell him to get up.  Wouldn’t we just tell her to get a gripe and raise him already?  But He took the time to mourn with her, even knowing that the sisters would receive him back.  Wow.  Our God is not far off.  He is not emotionless. He is here for everything we go through. It blows my mind, and heals my heart.  Maybe just a little bit of what I need, but it’s going in the right direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-285708684879778753?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/285708684879778753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=285708684879778753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/285708684879778753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/285708684879778753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-begining.html' title='Just the begining...'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-6966008838141478177</id><published>2011-07-13T23:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T23:43:59.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it to the big city</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to take a second to let everyone know that I made it to Kansas City.  I'll be spending the night with a friend from back home in RVA who lives here now, and tomorrow will begin the first day.  I feel excited, anxious, relieved, and a bit bewildered that "someday"  is "now" but mostly I just feel tired.&lt;br /&gt;Today's drive was a bit harder then yesterday becuase my body was starting out tired from a lack-luster sleep on a lousy hotel bed, and the drive is just not as interesting.  When going through the mountain there are things to look at, and turn to pay attention to, but past Kentucky, it's practically a straight shot all the way here.  it's really neat how big the sky is though.  a little ominous, I feel like I'm about to fall in, but the clouds with their slow shifting dance did provide the occasional beauty.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0APwGEsBcU/Th5lmHtWJCI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/cYBFW4DsBpY/s1600/IMG_6081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0APwGEsBcU/Th5lmHtWJCI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/cYBFW4DsBpY/s400/IMG_6081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629048289838375970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, here we go.  I don't think I need to worry about getting to sleep tonight like I normally would before a big day.  I'm wiped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-6966008838141478177?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/6966008838141478177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=6966008838141478177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/6966008838141478177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/6966008838141478177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-made-it-to-big-city.html' title='I made it to the big city'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0APwGEsBcU/Th5lmHtWJCI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/cYBFW4DsBpY/s72-c/IMG_6081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-1799897026950461388</id><published>2011-07-12T23:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T00:14:46.630-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painted toms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job security'/><title type='text'>Operation: Job Security parts 3, 4, and 5</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm in a hotel room in Indiana, but I'm really excited about this project I did for my boss and I want to share it here before I got supper busy sharing everything that I'm learning in the Internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Boss at Nordstrom got pretty darn excited when she found out I could paint, long before she even ever looked at my work.  I guess I encourage that kind of trust in people.  Well when she started asking me if I would do some work for her I started "joking" about how this would certainly need to secure my position at Nordstrom, and should act as a "get out of jail free" card.  I was maybe half kidding.  You may be asking yourself "What's up with starting with 3?"  Part one was doctering a photo of her with her favorite member of her favorite band, because after waiting in line for hours, her eyes were closed in the photo.  (Major bummer!)  Part 2, was a painting inspired by said band.  Because you know you're a supper fan, when you start creating memorabilia for your passion.  But I think you'll really enjoy these three the best:  She saw a pair of painted Toms shoes online and asked me if I could do one.  Well, one turned into three, but she was so excited about this that it made me excited to do it.  I honestly think that if she had been ho-hum about the whole senerio, then I wouldn't have wanted to do it at all.  Because she was excited, I got excited too.  It took me several all nighters in the studio because my lease was up at the end of June, but I got really into getting this done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-9Tt6tWmwM/Th0YgiJRtNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_XVzIsFDRyQ/s1600/tomsribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 82px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-9Tt6tWmwM/Th0YgiJRtNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_XVzIsFDRyQ/s400/tomsribbon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628682056483583186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWjBr5W-8x0/Th0YgKC6daI/AAAAAAAAAQk/WFVA2Np_YPc/s1600/tomsflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 78px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWjBr5W-8x0/Th0YgKC6daI/AAAAAAAAAQk/WFVA2Np_YPc/s400/tomsflower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628682050014442914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7cE6UmoBlr0/Th0YhODoVnI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5oVGSHA2k-M/s1600/tomsspot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7cE6UmoBlr0/Th0YhODoVnI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5oVGSHA2k-M/s400/tomsspot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628682068271060594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very very excited about these.  So was she!  I was kinda hoping she would cry (in a good way)  but I did make her speechless for a moment or so, and that's saying a lot.  I'm not gonna lie, I felt awesome!  I'd probably even rock those pink ribbon toms, 'cause I think they turned out fan-freaking-tastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working out how to offer custom hand painted Toms to continue bringing in money while I'm in KC.  Give me a holler if you're interested in getting a pair for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's after midnight I think (I'm not sure where this time zone change happens)  and I have another long day of driving ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-1799897026950461388?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/1799897026950461388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=1799897026950461388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/1799897026950461388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/1799897026950461388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/07/operation-job-security-parts-3-4-and-5.html' title='Operation: Job Security parts 3, 4, and 5'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-9Tt6tWmwM/Th0YgiJRtNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_XVzIsFDRyQ/s72-c/tomsribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-2902164462436949530</id><published>2011-07-06T10:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:51:09.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This little Light of Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:Cambria;  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {pag&lt;/style&gt;To help me raise funds for my internship I had an idea to sell some paintings.  I was faced with a big goal and not quite sure how I was going to get enough money for accomplish it.  The internship itself cost just under $5000, and that's not considering life expenses, like car payments, insurance, money for whatever else comes up, etc.  This covers housing, food, classes, and ministry trips during the internship, so considering all of that, the price is actually really good, but when was the last time that any of us ever paid for the next six months of our lives up front?  Yeah, that's what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also understand that there are lots of really good causes that need financial support too, so to help me reach my goal I decided that I should have an art show. One friend, Kyle Foster, even donated some photos of his to me to display and sell at the show.  He's a fantastic photographer (and I'm not just saying that in case he reads this.) so it was an honor to have his work there as well.  It took me a lot of work, but it was very exciting to get it all together and see those who were able to come out and help me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aF2bSK79Kek/ThRyvoXZ_uI/AAAAAAAAAQM/A8tnPWA6IvQ/s1600/tllm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aF2bSK79Kek/ThRyvoXZ_uI/AAAAAAAAAQM/A8tnPWA6IvQ/s400/tllm1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626247997107601122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I had my photos reprinted and mounted, some of the graphic posters I've made up on the computer, several paintings, and many many many postcards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One project that I did especially for the gallery night was one I called "This little Light of Mine".  For the past several years candles and light have been a theme in my art.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like the way that fire and light symbolize and express the Lord.  Passion. Clarity. Life.  Oh man, I could probably go on for a while.  Since I was in need of more product to sell during my gallery, I got the idea to paint on smaller 6"x8" canvas an individually unique candle.  Each one is singed and numbered 1 - 50 in the order that I started them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GqFZ-fq_tQ8/ThRyv8iVZ6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/fgVWSmQtWPQ/s1600/tllm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 444px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GqFZ-fq_tQ8/ThRyv8iVZ6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/fgVWSmQtWPQ/s400/tllm2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626248002522146722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is probably the most elaborate project I've tackled and second in size only to the one I recently did for my &lt;a href="http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/01/ok-mom-you-can-look-now.html"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;. It was really exciting, to be painting them all, and I would probably change my tactic a little bit if i was to do it again, but I was supper pleased with how it turned out.  It was so exciting to see them all together once I had finished.  It took up an entire side of the room I was displaying in. And it was so extremely validating to see those to came out, not only to support me going out to try and purse what I feel the Lord is leading &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kuY8TsN1DNc/ThRywLM2r7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/mFB06if8QfU/s1600/tllm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kuY8TsN1DNc/ThRywLM2r7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/mFB06if8QfU/s400/tllm3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626248006458585010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;me to do, but also to come see and buy my work to that end.  It was a lot of work, I didn't sleep very much for the days and weeks leading up to the gallery night, but it was so worth it.  I received a little over $1300 to go towards my goal, and was very proud of the work I had to show.  There's lots of pieces still left over that need to find good homes, and I'm still looking for people who are willing to support and partner with me on this adventure, so &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;pop over to my site &lt;a href="http://www.patrickbenbow.com"&gt;www.patrickbenbow.com&lt;/a&gt; and see if there are any pieces you'd like to purchase.  Thanks for stopping by, I hope you enjoy going on this adventure with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;pb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-2902164462436949530?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2902164462436949530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=2902164462436949530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/2902164462436949530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/2902164462436949530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-little-light-of-mine.html' title='This little Light of Mine'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aF2bSK79Kek/ThRyvoXZ_uI/AAAAAAAAAQM/A8tnPWA6IvQ/s72-c/tllm1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-6153558969723739800</id><published>2011-07-06T10:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:01:58.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Web log back log</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:Cambria;  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So…apparently I fell off schedule in posting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;( I know, I’m shocked too.)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Things have been suppa-duppa busy, but I’ve been getting a lot of painting done along the way too.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next week, I’ll be moving the Kansas City Missouri to take part in a 6 month internship with the International House of Prayer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I trust that this is not news to both of my readers, because by now I think I’ve told ever human being I’ve come into contact with for the last several months.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you have not heard about IHOP, they are a community of Christians who for the past 10 years have been implementing 24/7 worship and prayer, just like King David did in the Old Testament.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These six months would be a concentrated time of biblical study, worship, prayer, and ministry in the local community.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By setting aside this season of my life to seek after the Lord, desiring to better understand how to make Him the ‘one most important thing’ in my life, I’m really expecting this to be setting a strong foundation and a catapult into what the rest of my life will look like.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll be retooling this blog to help keep everyone up-to-date on what’s going on in my life and in my heart while I’m there.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems pretty natural to me to be incorporating more of what’s taking place in my heart into this blog because that is where most of the paintings come from.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My art typically is and has been a visual expression of my meditations and prayers, while I focus on what He’s teaching me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes is just an expression of what I don’t know how to express in words.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only do I see this time as an investment in my prayer life, but also in art.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I tell you all that to tell you this: check back here often to see how things are going in KC.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll be giving updates, new revelations to me of scripture and the Lord’s heart, and prayer request too.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would really appreciate any help you are willing to give in partnership with me during this season of my life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m deciding now that to be diligent and intentional to post often and try and share as much as I can in this format.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll also have access to my email and phone, so use those to reach me too!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;pb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-6153558969723739800?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/6153558969723739800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=6153558969723739800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/6153558969723739800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/6153558969723739800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/07/web-log-back-log.html' title='Web log back log'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-4732769344896308133</id><published>2011-04-15T01:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T01:32:26.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2, almost too late.</title><content type='html'>I'm fairly tardy in getting these online, because for a while there I was unsure where my camera chord was located.  But these are currently on display in the Art Works gallery!!! So stop reading and go see them in person while you still can! They'll be up through the end of April, but after that I'll show them to you as long as you remember to use the magic word... (hint: it's "please".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How deep the Father's love?"   This piece almost won an award for the show too, but because it's many many many layers of oil paint, several bits of hair and dust and such got stuck in it along the way.  I was aware of this, but decided to submit it into the show anyway. This was a big learning experiment to try and get a grapple on building layers with oil paint. It almost glows from the way it catches and diffuses the light with creates a very pretty effect that lends the piece an illusion of much greater depth then is actually possible.  After my experiment I decided to turn it into a finished piece.  Good thing I did too, because I've gotten a lot of very positive and encouraging responses from other people who have seen it.  I think I'll redo this piece eventually and protect the surface better as the layers are drying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-827Es7ULadQ/TafS8TmKCyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/09lykoJ1wMQ/s1600/howdeep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-827Es7ULadQ/TafS8TmKCyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/09lykoJ1wMQ/s400/howdeep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595672995525430050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I need to get a better photo of this piece.  The yellow in the water is a reflection of the floor off of it's shiny surface.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece I've titled "2nd Kings: the widow's oil".   The passage is too long to paste here, but here is a link where you can read the entire chapter. &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Kings+4&amp;amp;version=NKJV"&gt;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Kings+4&amp;amp;version=NKJV&lt;/a&gt;  This also reminds me of how it's only from the overflow of Christ in our heart that we are able to serve others.  This is something I frequently forget.  I get busy trying to do things in my own strength, or simply allowing myself to get too distracted (sometimes with good, even necessary tasks) and forget where my true strength and ability comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V-M-BMzj6BA/TafS9Ndp5wI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Nubp29qzlvE/s1600/2kings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V-M-BMzj6BA/TafS9Ndp5wI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Nubp29qzlvE/s400/2kings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595673011059025666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece took me a long time because it's 3' by 4 ' tall.  It was a  huge undertaking, but I love the impact of work on and looking at a  piece at this scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting pictures of my other current projects soon.  I'm very excited about them and I'm excited to share them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-4732769344896308133?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4732769344896308133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=4732769344896308133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/4732769344896308133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/4732769344896308133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/04/2-almost-too-late.html' title='2, almost too late.'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-827Es7ULadQ/TafS8TmKCyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/09lykoJ1wMQ/s72-c/howdeep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-1692980871184620895</id><published>2011-01-11T14:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:19:57.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok Mom, you can look now.</title><content type='html'>So I'm finally getting around to posting pictures of the finished painting I did for mom.  It's ben done for about two months now, but it took me  a while to deliver it.  I was planning on surprising her with it on thanksgiving, but the dang thing wouldn't fit into my car!  I must have measure it wrong somehow, so the canvas was too tall to fit into the back of my Vibe.  Man oh man was I upset!  So there I was taking a two hour trip with an empty car early Thanksgiving morning, not fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I was able to borrow a friend's van and take it up, and then Christmas happened, and things have been crazy ever since.  So here it finally is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/TSytJPqZwTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/o1ruKScgh7M/s1600/Mompainting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/TSytJPqZwTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/o1ruKScgh7M/s400/Mompainting.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561010014230528306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got pretty stoked on it, and I hope you do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-1692980871184620895?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/1692980871184620895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=1692980871184620895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/1692980871184620895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/1692980871184620895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2011/01/ok-mom-you-can-look-now.html' title='Ok Mom, you can look now.'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/TSytJPqZwTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/o1ruKScgh7M/s72-c/Mompainting.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-533270977780246343</id><published>2010-09-03T18:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T18:51:37.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MOM DON'T LOOK!! part 2</title><content type='html'>Really mom, don't ruin the surprise for yourself.  It'll be better to see it completed and in person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  for everyone who isn't my mother (most of you fit into this  category; statistically speaking.)  I've still been chugging along on that painting.  It's been  many hours but I'm getting very excited about where this is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/TIF4aXiGeQI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HlD_0mwi-7c/s1600/IMG_5146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/TIF4aXiGeQI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HlD_0mwi-7c/s400/IMG_5146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512819813267175682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/TIF4alOagGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3WgOA9TxLyg/s1600/IMG_5149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/TIF4alOagGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3WgOA9TxLyg/s400/IMG_5149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512819816942698594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I covered the pale green that I didn't like by placing a very thing layer of sienna over the whole ground.  I was waiting to try and see more of how tho flowers were going to look, but everytime I sat in front of the painting to work I would think to myself; "Man I wish that color was different."  so I decided to go for it.  I love the result, the three colors are much more harmonious now and it all looks very cohesive. It wasn't my plan, but I like the slight variations in the tone and color in the segments.  I think it adds visual interest without taking away the attention.  The light source is a bit wonky in the photos because I turned the canvas sideways to work on it.  This way I could keep these large brush strokes moving in the same direction and hopefully make them less distracting for the image itself.  The piece was too wet to re-rotate to it's original layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/TIF4banG--I/AAAAAAAAAPE/MRoot6eRwoI/s1600/IMG_5151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/TIF4banG--I/AAAAAAAAAPE/MRoot6eRwoI/s400/IMG_5151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512819831273356258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third bar is now in place.  Again, it may have been too early to take this step, but I feel much more comfortable with it in place and just knowing where it's going to be.  The color making up the bar on the right will also be repeated in the stems of the flowers to balance it out and provide movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/TIF4b53RoNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/jCOkBhJeyq8/s1600/IMG_5154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/TIF4b53RoNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/jCOkBhJeyq8/s400/IMG_5154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512819839662661842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-533270977780246343?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/533270977780246343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=533270977780246343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/533270977780246343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/533270977780246343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2010/09/mom-dont-look-part-2.html' title='MOM DON&apos;T LOOK!! part 2'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/TIF4aXiGeQI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HlD_0mwi-7c/s72-c/IMG_5146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-2919362965065384293</id><published>2010-08-23T18:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T18:34:01.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MOM DON'T LOOK!!</title><content type='html'>I mean it mom, don't look at this post until I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so for everyone else; I've been working on a painting for my mom for a couple weeks now.  She recently re-did her living room and asked that I would do a painting to go over the couch using one of the photos she took of some orchids as a reference.  I'm stoked!  First off, let me tell you, this baby is HUGE!  I chose to stretch my own canvas so I could pick whatever size I wanted, being limited only by how large of a canvas will fit into my car.  The diagonal of the cargo area of my Pontiac Vibe measures 45 inches, so the canvas is 44 inches tall and 60 inches wide.  I could use this thing as a raft one day!  THAT BIG!  It's incredibly exciting and daunting to tackle this project.  the only draw back so far is that it takes forever to get anything done because it's just so darn big.  I can't wait to see it hanging up in her living room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking progress photos so you can track along with me as I work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the thumb nail for there this project is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/THL0yTmL7MI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rcSeZsHz3Ug/s1600/momthumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/THL0yTmL7MI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rcSeZsHz3Ug/s400/momthumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508734439318613186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hours of gesso painting and repeated attempts to place the line work, I eventually caved and created a grid, which I then attempted to erase to do the painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/THL13-0VHlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/No2zej2EVfg/s1600/IMG_5140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/THL13-0VHlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/No2zej2EVfg/s400/IMG_5140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508735636331634258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let there be color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/THL1OxvYG-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/3smufJx2BL8/s1600/IMG_5141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/THL1OxvYG-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/3smufJx2BL8/s400/IMG_5141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508734928446561250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/THL1PMzRxLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/84PR2DaHo-A/s1600/IMG_5143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/THL1PMzRxLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/84PR2DaHo-A/s400/IMG_5143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508734935710680242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I like this middle section here.  It look more like three pieces placed together rather then the darker green bars layered over the middle section.  I wanted it to look more like a plaid by manipulating the transparency of the layers.  They just look too disjointed right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/THL1PbFqsnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7H8Qlx-jWw0/s1600/IMG_5144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/THL1PbFqsnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7H8Qlx-jWw0/s400/IMG_5144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508734939545907826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to add in more colors and values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/THL1QKOnO7I/AAAAAAAAAOg/nvH0Uz4iVmM/s1600/IMG_5145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/THL1QKOnO7I/AAAAAAAAAOg/nvH0Uz4iVmM/s400/IMG_5145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508734952199895986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more pics when I've gotten some more significant work done on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-2919362965065384293?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2919362965065384293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=2919362965065384293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/2919362965065384293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/2919362965065384293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2010/08/mom-dont-look.html' title='MOM DON&apos;T LOOK!!'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/THL0yTmL7MI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rcSeZsHz3Ug/s72-c/momthumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-5292005981468080638</id><published>2010-03-28T22:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:29:28.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAINS!!!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, everyone is simply dieing to find out what I've been working on.  Well I have been working a lot, but nothing has come to completion yet, so that's why I haven't been able to post it.  I would like to get final drafts approved by the clients before I go posting it online. Call me crazy, but it just seems like a good idea to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been continuing to work with the Northminster Church who approached me to do several postcards for them.  At the moment we have two that I'm hoping will be in their final stages.  Because honestly, I could really use the money and satisfaction of a job well done.  (Yes, I know, I just made a value statement on my own work.  Sometimes it's just necessary to stroke one's own ego ya know?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I've been continuing to meet with Jon to create some ideas for the Richmond Flying  Squirrels.  We've gotten so ideas for TV commercials, billboards, kid merchandise.  We are hoping to be ready present in late April.  It will be several weeks into their first season, and hopefully they've had time to settle into a groove.  Oh man, if I drove past a billboard that I drew up.  I might crash my car.  And it'd be AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have done a project for a couple friends of mine.  About a week ago Kevin approached me about doing a project for our friend Mike.  Mike has an obsession with Zombie movies and for his Birthday Kevin and Tommy thought it would be a fun idea to have me draw up a zombie movie poster incorporating the three of them into the image.  This was a pretty fun project though I feel like I had to rush it, because I did rush it.  For several evenings in a row I had to step up for several things which took up my time.  But I think they were worth it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/S7AQA_duMkI/AAAAAAAAANw/18Z_pLnJtq8/s1600/Zombiebirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/S7AQA_duMkI/AAAAAAAAANw/18Z_pLnJtq8/s400/Zombiebirthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453876757967811138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I don't know if the text is fully readable at the size (I drew it at an 11x17 scale) but it says "Even more Zombies!!!  ... and they are after more then just your birthday cake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-5292005981468080638?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/5292005981468080638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=5292005981468080638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/5292005981468080638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/5292005981468080638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2010/03/brains.html' title='BRAINS!!!'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/S7AQA_duMkI/AAAAAAAAANw/18Z_pLnJtq8/s72-c/Zombiebirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-8138349152170938537</id><published>2010-01-28T17:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:17:06.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 13</title><content type='html'>Well, clearly the whole idea of posting a new piece isn't going very well.  Fortunately, the problem is in the posting and less in the doing work.  Does that make any sense to anyone but me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some photos to go through, maybe one or two is good enough to get put up, and also, last weekend during a 24 prayer and worship event at Harvest Renewal Church, I hammered out this piece for the 13th Psalm.  I think I'm done fiddling with it, I'm torn between making the background look busy and distorted, but also wanting it to be legible because it's the words to the psalm that I want to be read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/S2IYtBT3DxI/AAAAAAAAANo/6fGIg86fivY/s1600-h/Psalm13small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/S2IYtBT3DxI/AAAAAAAAANo/6fGIg86fivY/s400/Psalm13small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431931262287154962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other exciting news, Pastor Chip from Harvest Renewal Church is intending to buy my "Jesus Break In" painting that I did a while back.  It will be on display at the church office and will be purchased once the money is available.  I think this is a sweet deal because for months it was just hanging out in my studio, not being seen by anyone, and now it's on permanent display with  a promise to buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also have some leads that could potentially be turned into some really neat opportunities.  I met a guy who use to do marketing stuff for the Nationals and wants to try and generate some product and promotional ideas for the Richmond Flying squirrels, which will be the minor league baseball team to replace the Braves which were recently sold.  I'm excited because that will be an opportunity to try just about anything, and also it will be all new!  how sweet would it be if one of our ideas got bought?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got an email from a church that has been looking at my postcards and wants to begin talks to get me to make cards for them and their attendees.  It would be nice to have a captive audience and a client that would maybe even need me on a semi regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that things will finally start working out in m favor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-8138349152170938537?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8138349152170938537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=8138349152170938537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/8138349152170938537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/8138349152170938537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2010/01/psalm-13.html' title='Psalm 13'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/S2IYtBT3DxI/AAAAAAAAANo/6fGIg86fivY/s72-c/Psalm13small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-8306049232660091954</id><published>2010-01-09T18:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:18:31.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>attempt 1</title><content type='html'>Well this week got very out of control very quickly.  I've been here in the studio all after noon, and I don't have any new work to put up.  I can't seem to get my sketchbook out of my sketchbook and into my computer, and I don't have my camera to take of a picture of any of my sketches.  Another case of bad planning meets bad timing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have some potentially exciteing things on the job front though; I submitted my portfolio to a friend of a friend who runs an design agency.  I don't think they have any openings right now, but in the summer they'll be looking for a design intern.  That would be helpful.  Also, one of my tables at work was asking what I wanted to do when I grew up, and so I told them about how I wanted to be a graphic designer.  When he left, he left a card for his insurance business and a note on the back requesting that I send him my resume.  Since both of those offices were most likely closed untill earlier this week, I'm hoping to hear back sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I submitted an application to work at one of the art stores near campus.  I've meet the owners several times in the store and also in Baker's Crust where I currently work.  A friend of mine who works there now said that they like me and that my odds are good!  And yesterday two of the three owners came into the restaurant and i was able to chat with them briefly about how I applied to work for them.  They told me they knew, but they haven't ha a chance to look everyone over yet because they've been getting ready for back to school stuff to be ready when the student arrive in a couple weeks for the spring semester.  I think this job would provide a nice change of pace, and also allow me to hate life a lot less! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully one of these opportunities will turn into something and hopefully by next week I can post some work I've done, and not just a bunch of excuses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-8306049232660091954?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8306049232660091954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=8306049232660091954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/8306049232660091954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/8306049232660091954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2010/01/attempt-1.html' title='attempt 1'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-190205875802265196</id><published>2009-12-30T22:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:59:03.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the plan for 2010</title><content type='html'>Hello you.  Well I haven't been doing too much recently, well not too much that is productive really, but I never seem to have any time either.  It's crazy really, because I always seem to be doing stuff, but never really get anything done.  Does anyone know what I'm talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized in early December that I'm not nearly as productive as I would like to be.  Also I'm not utilizing everything to my fullest ability.  For instance, I don't work in my studio as frequently as I should, or enter into as many contest as I could.  And since I'm paying for this studio, I really need to utilize it more, otherwise it's just wasting money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may notice by looking at the post dates on my past posts, you may notice that I don't use this blog to my fullest benefit either!  So in 2010, I want to make an effort to make a post of something/anything I'm working on at least once a week.  That would come out to 52 posts in one year.  That should be doable, but I've never been very good at keeping promises to myself.  Within the space of the year, I should be able to come up with 52 posts of drawings/paintings/photos/progress images/updates.  We'll see how it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-190205875802265196?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/190205875802265196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=190205875802265196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/190205875802265196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/190205875802265196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2009/12/plan-for-2010.html' title='the plan for 2010'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-5872597469959346418</id><published>2009-09-08T21:23:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:06:06.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mari's computer...thing</title><content type='html'>Last week I finished a gift for my friend Mari. Her laptop broke, so that it could no longer hold up the screen. To remedy this, her husband (and also my friend, Kyle) placed it in a box to support the screen and make it usable. Well after repeatedly ribbing her for ghetto rigging her computer to make sure no one copied her answers, I asked if I could make something more substantial, and that looked less ridiculous. Here is what happened;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chain and hinges I bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SqcJOXACz8I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Pzz-4viMMl8/s1600-h/IMG_3804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SqcJOXACz8I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Pzz-4viMMl8/s400/IMG_3804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379278422214365122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The board I bought, cut down by hand, and sanded to smooth the rough edges.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SqcJO3_xKQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/WGKw8RcPQUo/s1600-h/IMG_3805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SqcJO3_xKQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/WGKw8RcPQUo/s400/IMG_3805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379278431071578370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I started out with. Next time I'll remember to have the guys at Lowe's cut the wood with a power saw, instead of trying to do it myself with a crooked handsaw. Not fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some shots of the Final project. Mari has a life theme (obsession) of vintage jewelry, and clothing from the Victorian era, so I themed this gift with what she was passionate about.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SqcJxmsHb6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/vX77B16ejK8/s1600-h/IMG_3917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SqcJxmsHb6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/vX77B16ejK8/s400/IMG_3917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379279027721170850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SqcJys7__iI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NGTI9xxg_qE/s1600-h/IMG_3924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SqcJys7__iI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NGTI9xxg_qE/s400/IMG_3924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379279046578273826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SqcJyBmOLaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/cviGseKSySw/s1600-h/IMG_3919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SqcJyBmOLaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/cviGseKSySw/s400/IMG_3919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379279034944204194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SqcLTH15A7I/AAAAAAAAANM/byCVy6CUCgE/s1600-h/IMG_3925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SqcLTH15A7I/AAAAAAAAANM/byCVy6CUCgE/s400/IMG_3925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379280703067849650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SqcJzfinARI/AAAAAAAAANE/jVkmcfijg5Q/s1600-h/IMG_3926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SqcJzfinARI/AAAAAAAAANE/jVkmcfijg5Q/s400/IMG_3926.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379279060161986834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SqcLT9OgFbI/AAAAAAAAANc/ag40R4CJhZU/s1600-h/IMG_3929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SqcLT9OgFbI/AAAAAAAAANc/ag40R4CJhZU/s400/IMG_3929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379280717398152626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with how it turned out, and in case you're wondering, she loved it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-5872597469959346418?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/5872597469959346418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=5872597469959346418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/5872597469959346418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/5872597469959346418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2009/09/maris-computerthing.html' title='Mari&apos;s computer...thing'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SqcJOXACz8I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Pzz-4viMMl8/s72-c/IMG_3804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-6853599239629753350</id><published>2009-09-05T11:21:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:06:41.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted anything because sadly, I haven't been doing much art work.  Things in life have been crazy; the blog and "recreational" art have all kinda fallen by the wayside.  I spent the past several months spending as much time as I could with my Dad, who was battling cancer.  And I've spent the most recent months trying to grapple with the grief and loss of him, who died in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This image is one that I made, probably in April, using one of favorite Psalms, Psalm 63.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SqKIEYbj_AI/AAAAAAAAALE/Z-aAHMp7KoA/s1600-h/psalm63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SqKIEYbj_AI/AAAAAAAAALE/Z-aAHMp7KoA/s320/psalm63.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378010513892703234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another image that I made as I battle against doubts, anger, and questions that I shouldn't be asking because I wont get any answers this side of eternity for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SqKJsrkFI6I/AAAAAAAAALU/CIAulIsIlIM/s1600-h/justaman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SqKJsrkFI6I/AAAAAAAAALU/CIAulIsIlIM/s320/justaman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378012305735099298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-6853599239629753350?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/6853599239629753350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=6853599239629753350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/6853599239629753350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/6853599239629753350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SqKIEYbj_AI/AAAAAAAAALE/Z-aAHMp7KoA/s72-c/psalm63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-2154889803547160354</id><published>2009-03-17T17:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:55:56.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First freelance</title><content type='html'>I'm very excited to let you all know about the freelance work I've been working to get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taken several weeks, but I finally managed to print and packaged over 500 mailers to send to area dentist.  My goal is to offer my designs to be made into postcards as appointment reminders.  These designs would be specifically dental related, so along with reminding people to schedule their appointments, it would also promote general oral health as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I've tried to organize anything like this, essentially a cold call, to get this freelance work going so I'm just casting big nets, and hoping it works out.  Though I expect that I'll need to wait a while to hear anything back unless I'm catching one of these offices right as they are considering ordering more cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the two industry appropriate that I have ready right now;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/ScAcQ_ekSJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mamxpvMfwr0/s1600-h/dentistcard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/ScAcQ_ekSJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mamxpvMfwr0/s320/dentistcard2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314278638540310674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/ScAcLyyFjTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/a0hUzjdR914/s1600-h/sp31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/ScAcLyyFjTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/a0hUzjdR914/s320/sp31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314278549233175858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-2154889803547160354?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2154889803547160354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=2154889803547160354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/2154889803547160354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/2154889803547160354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-freelance.html' title='First freelance'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/ScAcQ_ekSJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mamxpvMfwr0/s72-c/dentistcard2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-7804847050893608315</id><published>2009-03-11T15:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:19:14.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus break in!</title><content type='html'>This is a painting I started this summer, and recently deemed finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/Sbgam6ROlZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eWVi1Pmu_48/s1600-h/Jesusbreakin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/Sbgam6ROlZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eWVi1Pmu_48/s320/Jesusbreakin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312025016262366610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the idea while doing an internship as an intercessory missionary at the Richmond International House of Prayer.  It seemed like a lot of the prayers contained a key phrase that must have been a favorite among the missionaries “Jesus break in with power/wisdom/healing/mercy…”  whatever applied at the moment.  It always made me giggle to myself a little because I always got the same mental image in my head whenever it was said.  I always imagined a stained glass window, and on the left side of my imagination was a candle, as those words were spoken, a beam of light would burst across to the right, with most explosions of light along the way.  So I decided to paint it.   I was rather difficult to photograph because the painting is 2 feet by 5 feet!  (I’ll try to get some good detail shots posted up soon.)  Not my largest ever, but it’s very large compare to most of my work, and I stretched this canvas and gessoed it myself with the help of a friend.  I’m extremely proud of this painting, it turned out exactly as I wanted to, though I should note, it took me a couple tries to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll let you know about the free lance work I've been doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-7804847050893608315?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7804847050893608315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=7804847050893608315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/7804847050893608315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/7804847050893608315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2009/03/jesus-break-in.html' title='Jesus break in!'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/Sbgam6ROlZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eWVi1Pmu_48/s72-c/Jesusbreakin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-8087814883479707658</id><published>2009-02-05T16:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:59:39.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Sale</title><content type='html'>This is something else I should have done a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had several pieces of mine printed and mounted for sale out of my studio, but I can just as easily put them up for sale here online.   Here is a table of what I have prepared right now;&lt;br /&gt;Title  -    Image     -  w/ Border     -  Price&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;Dad     -  10.5 x 8.25     -  12.5 x 10.75     -  $60&lt;br /&gt;Alley     -  11 x 8.25  -    13 x 10.75     -  $60&lt;br /&gt;Chores are for suckers     -  8.25 x 13     -  10.25 x 15.5  -    $60&lt;br /&gt;Modern Inconvenience     -  8.25 x 13  -    10.25 x 15.5     -  $60&lt;br /&gt;Want and Crave     -  8.25 x 13     -  10.25 x 15.5     -  $60&lt;br /&gt;Cheaper then Dentures     -  7 x 13     -  9 x 15.5     - $60&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for Battle     -  8.25 x 13     -  10.25 x 15.5     -  $60&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for Battle     -  11 x 17     -  13 x 20     -  $100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have many postcards printed of  “Cheaper Then Dentures” and “Prepare for Battle”.  From my studio at Art Works I’ve sold these at $5 for a group of 5 postcards.  You can see all these images here throughout the blog, or on my new website www.patrickbenbow.com .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-8087814883479707658?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8087814883479707658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=8087814883479707658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/8087814883479707658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/8087814883479707658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-sale.html' title='For Sale'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-7752620917756966970</id><published>2009-02-02T21:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:22:43.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever is finally here!</title><content type='html'>Well I’m sure you (all two of you) have been very anxious as to the reason why I haven’t been posting anything recently.  It turns out looking for a job is a full time job, and when you already have a full time job, it doesn’t leave you much time to do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have been doing more work.  I’m nearly finished with a painting that I started this summer and also I have been doing some graphic design work both for a client and also independently.  I’ll post those images here too, but until then I want to direct your attention to possibly the most exciting news of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A WEBSITE!!   Go to www.patrickbenbow.com to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-7752620917756966970?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7752620917756966970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=7752620917756966970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/7752620917756966970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/7752620917756966970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2009/02/forever-is-finally-here.html' title='Forever is finally here!'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-4438211004956027241</id><published>2008-06-18T10:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:39:09.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>support flier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SFkaZAzJe9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/C7vzOxD1oEg/s1600-h/tamiceback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SFkaZAzJe9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/C7vzOxD1oEg/s320/tamiceback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213227060671642578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SFkaZm-KjJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/eHeJQ9tF30w/s1600-h/tamicefront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SFkaZm-KjJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/eHeJQ9tF30w/s320/tamicefront.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213227070918397074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a support flier I created for my friend Tamice; who is working with the International House of Prayer as a missionary intercessor and going to school to learn more about leading musical worship.  She wanted cards to pass out as she is asking people to help support her.  This is what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-4438211004956027241?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4438211004956027241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=4438211004956027241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/4438211004956027241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/4438211004956027241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2008/06/support-flier.html' title='support flier'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SFkaZAzJe9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/C7vzOxD1oEg/s72-c/tamiceback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-570395984245087202</id><published>2008-05-13T01:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T01:23:34.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>last for class.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SCklgE1eB2I/AAAAAAAAAHA/24d2on2qa60/s1600-h/sp96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SCklgE1eB2I/AAAAAAAAAHA/24d2on2qa60/s320/sp96.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199728477759997794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the last piece for the class.  Clearly I don't like waking up to my alarm, especially when I had gone to bed only a couple of hours before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-570395984245087202?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/570395984245087202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=570395984245087202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/570395984245087202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/570395984245087202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-for-class.html' title='last for class.'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SCklgE1eB2I/AAAAAAAAAHA/24d2on2qa60/s72-c/sp96.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-6158519674990275223</id><published>2008-05-13T00:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:54:47.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>final product</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SCke9E1eBwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YytO4rkeN4E/s1600-h/Exodus177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SCke9E1eBwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YytO4rkeN4E/s320/Exodus177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199721279394809602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SCke9k1eBxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9K3h5RgbL_k/s1600-h/Exodus178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SCke9k1eBxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9K3h5RgbL_k/s320/Exodus178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199721287984744210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SCke901eByI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5PDt_znoLR0/s1600-h/Exodus179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SCke901eByI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5PDt_znoLR0/s320/Exodus179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199721292279711522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SCke-U1eBzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xcEV5HkSa44/s1600-h/waiting7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SCke-U1eBzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xcEV5HkSa44/s320/waiting7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199721300869646130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SCke_E1eB0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/w0xxM5YoGnY/s1600-h/waiting8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SCke_E1eB0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/w0xxM5YoGnY/s320/waiting8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199721313754548034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the last stages of my paintings.  I'm thrilled with how they turned out and want to keep painting for God.  I'm sure in time and with practice I'll get better and faster.  I'm already working on my ideas for new works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-6158519674990275223?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/6158519674990275223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=6158519674990275223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/6158519674990275223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/6158519674990275223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2008/05/final-product.html' title='final product'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/SCke9E1eBwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YytO4rkeN4E/s72-c/Exodus177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-3649517877613032739</id><published>2008-04-09T16:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:39:46.570-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patrick benbow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caffine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><title type='text'>my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_0lrEKHUII/AAAAAAAAAFg/wSJ176bWcqg/s1600-h/sp81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_0lrEKHUII/AAAAAAAAAFg/wSJ176bWcqg/s320/sp81.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187343767581446274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_0lrkKHUJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ypWkouGpxAk/s1600-h/sp82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_0lrkKHUJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ypWkouGpxAk/s320/sp82.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187343776171380882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This assignment is still two versions, I'm not decided on which I like better yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this piece I tried to get back to the overly absurd and epic text matched with a (for me at least) very normal everyday activity.  In case you can't read the text because of it's small size, it says; "WANT  &amp;amp; CRAVE&lt;br /&gt;two words that are too weak to carry the weight of my yearning desire to taste you again. My Love. My Strength. My Life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to evolve my work by breaking out the of the border and changing the size and scale of the image as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-3649517877613032739?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3649517877613032739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=3649517877613032739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/3649517877613032739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/3649517877613032739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-life.html' title='my life'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_0lrEKHUII/AAAAAAAAAFg/wSJ176bWcqg/s72-c/sp81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-4054782951120648336</id><published>2008-04-07T21:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:40:13.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT?!?!</title><content type='html'>I am very proud to announce that my piece, "Prepare for Battle", which was accepted into the Juried Student Art Exhibit in the Anderson Gallery was also BOUGHT!  I am totally stoked! nothing like this has ever happened to me before and it feels wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-4054782951120648336?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4054782951120648336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=4054782951120648336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/4054782951120648336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/4054782951120648336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2008/04/what.html' title='WHAT?!?!'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-6180061320119069920</id><published>2008-03-31T20:33:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:40:36.733-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patrick benbow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exodus 17'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='independent study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark 2'/><title type='text'>in process</title><content type='html'>One of my professors was talking about how he is often more interested in the steps taken in the works of artist he likes, then the finished piece, so I thought I'd post my progress on my independent study;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_q-EGvyD0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/kZAalzG6Cfk/s1600-h/Exodus17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_q-EGvyD0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/kZAalzG6Cfk/s320/Exodus17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186666898610327362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This piece was inspired by the Bible.  Exodus 17 verses 8-13; "  &lt;span id="en-NIV-1992" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; The Amalekites came and attacked the Israelites at Rephidim. &lt;span id="en-NIV-1993" class="sup"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; Moses said to Joshua, "Choose some of our men and go out to fight the Amalekites. Tomorrow I will stand on top of the hill with the staff of God in my hands."&lt;span id="en-NIV-1994" class="sup"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; So Joshua fought the Amalekites as Moses had ordered, and Moses, Aaron and Hur went to the top of the hill. &lt;span id="en-NIV-1995" class="sup"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt; As long as Moses held up his hands, the Israelites were winning, but whenever he lowered his hands, the Amalekites were winning. &lt;span id="en-NIV-1996" class="sup"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; When Moses' hands grew tired, they took a stone and put it under him and he sat on it. Aaron and Hur held his hands up—one on one side, one on the other—so that his hands remained steady till sunset. &lt;span id="en-NIV-1997" class="sup"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; So Joshua overcame the Amalekite army with the sword. "  also  Mark 2:1-5 " &lt;span id="en-NIV-24259" class="sup"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;A few days later, when Jesus again entered Capernaum, the people heard that he had come home. &lt;span id="en-NIV-24260" class="sup"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;So many gathered that there was no room left, not even outside the door, and he preached the word to them. &lt;span id="en-NIV-24261" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;Some men came, bringing to him a paralytic, carried by four of them. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_q-EWvyD1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/_uINtgOg5H8/s1600-h/Exodus172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_q-EWvyD1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/_uINtgOg5H8/s320/Exodus172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186666902905294674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-24262" class="sup"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;Since they could not get him to Jesus because of the crowd, they made an opening in the roof above Jesus and, after digging through it, lowered the mat the paralyzed man was lying on. &lt;span id="en-NIV-24263" class="sup"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;When Jesus saw their faith, he said to the paralytic, "Son, your sins are forgiven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like this has been how my life was for a while, especially when considering the emotional impact of dad's cancer on my life.  I was getting so tired of watching, waiting and praying.  and I knew that I would really be relying on my friends and also God to get through this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_q-omvyD3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/u-NtX5AqSWo/s1600-h/Exodus174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_q-omvyD3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/u-NtX5AqSWo/s320/Exodus174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186667525675552626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_q-oWvyD2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeLnIrK7yaM/s1600-h/Exodus173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_q-oWvyD2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeLnIrK7yaM/s320/Exodus173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186667521380585314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_q-pGvyD4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/N1wnjgx-yoc/s1600-h/exodus175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_q-pGvyD4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/N1wnjgx-yoc/s320/exodus175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186667534265487234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_q-pmvyD5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/IfCgkaBFLh4/s1600-h/Exodus176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_q-pmvyD5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/IfCgkaBFLh4/s320/Exodus176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186667542855421842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece is  inspired by my life.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_rACmvyD6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/hnHfhkgL2XE/s1600-h/waiting1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_rACmvyD6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/hnHfhkgL2XE/s320/waiting1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186669071863779234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_rADGvyD7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/srYdw0bRvwc/s1600-h/waiting2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_rADGvyD7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/srYdw0bRvwc/s320/waiting2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186669080453713842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Of the time in between when you know God's will for a situation and him acting upon it to change your situation.  My friend David is the model, he is able to relate&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_rADmvyD8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/GDr2GbKMvhw/s1600-h/waiting3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_rADmvyD8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/GDr2GbKMvhw/s320/waiting3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186669089043648450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_rEw2vyD9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/w8S6HgHCC-M/s1600-h/waiting4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_rEw2vyD9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/w8S6HgHCC-M/s320/waiting4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186674264479240146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_rExWvyD-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/ASg5jmZRTw0/s1600-h/waiting5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_rExWvyD-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/ASg5jmZRTw0/s320/waiting5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186674273069174754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_rIgmvyEAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MUAHKIH3rgA/s1600-h/waiting6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_rIgmvyEAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MUAHKIH3rgA/s320/waiting6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186678383352877058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to my situation a little too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-6180061320119069920?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/6180061320119069920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=6180061320119069920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/6180061320119069920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/6180061320119069920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-process.html' title='in process'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R_q-EGvyD0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/kZAalzG6Cfk/s72-c/Exodus17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-838227617847953188</id><published>2008-03-26T15:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:40:59.768-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missed calls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patrick benbow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pb'/><title type='text'>modern inconveniences</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R-qrNGvyDpI/AAAAAAAAACg/xYqy4FskrOE/s1600-h/sp71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R-qrNGvyDpI/AAAAAAAAACg/xYqy4FskrOE/s320/sp71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182142562880851602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my latest piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since "Prepare for Battle..." was selected for the Juried Student Exhibition, I've been thinking about what makes that piece better then my others.  I think it may be the absurdly epic text, so I'm going to try and play that up more in my pieces from here on out.  I'm planning on next week project being about caffeine intake.  I need to decide whether is about the consuming or the purchasing.  Opinions are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-838227617847953188?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/838227617847953188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=838227617847953188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/838227617847953188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/838227617847953188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2008/03/modern-inconveniences.html' title='modern inconveniences'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R-qrNGvyDpI/AAAAAAAAACg/xYqy4FskrOE/s72-c/sp71.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-5092401064916849026</id><published>2008-03-24T03:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:41:16.373-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patrick benbow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pb'/><title type='text'>affirmation</title><content type='html'>Greetings. (I was told that "hey ya'll" was absurdly southern... that's were I'm from, get over it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday was the opening night for the  Juried Student Design Exhibition!  My Piece "Prepare for Battle..." will be displayed along with works from many very talented people.  It's an honor to have been selected to be shown  with them.  It was so great to get this bit of affirmation, especially as I'm about to go look for a career doing this sort of thing that, yes, I do have what it takes to succeed in this field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exhibition runs only until the 30th I believe, so hurry over to the Anderson Gallery, which is in the alley between the Financial Aid building and Hibbs and prepare to have you face melted off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-5092401064916849026?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/5092401064916849026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=5092401064916849026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/5092401064916849026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/5092401064916849026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2008/03/affirmation.html' title='affirmation'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-8150523963495816774</id><published>2008-03-18T13:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:41:52.820-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patrick benbow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pb'/><title type='text'>Createathon on Campus</title><content type='html'>Last week I participated in the school of Mass Comm.'s Createathon on Campus.  This is something that has been happening in the professional arena for 10 years now and this was the first one on a school campus.  Design firms would rally local non-profits with little to no marketing budget and for 24 hours would do pro-bono work for them. It was rough at times, but it was really cool too to see a bunch of people rally together and use the gifts and talents we have to help the non-profit companies help other people. It was a awesome feeling to know that I was helping to impact dozens of lives, maybe even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group was working for Jackson-Feild Homes, which is an organization that helps neglected and abused girls in the Foster care system. These girl's stories are incredible!  One girl never got a birthday present until she was in the program at 16. Another had her second kid at 17, and her mother didn't even go to the hospital in Petersburg to see her, even though the mother lives in Richmond, because she didn't feel like riding the bus!  WHAT?!?!  But despite their previous lives, and because of the work of the staff Jackson Feild Homes, these girls are incredible strong in character and are getting the tools and skills they need to make the choices that can break them out of this cycle.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R-ADg_Vy1gI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LRqXoqwUR3Q/s1600-h/newhomepageJFH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R-ADg_Vy1gI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LRqXoqwUR3Q/s320/newhomepageJFH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179143436769613314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our assignment was to make for them a promotional video, which was made difficult because we weren't allowed to video tape or record the girls.  So we created videos of other volunteers reading scripts from these girls' lives.  We focused on their hands to address a more creative presentation and also to keep that idea of anonymity. We started at 9 am and finished all our work at 3:30 am the next morning, having completed not just one video but 5 different video clips and suggestions for their homepage.&lt;br /&gt;I designed this homepage and also  a suggestion &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R-AEIfVy1hI/AAAAAAAAACY/5tjZ0-RA_xw/s1600-h/confidencehappensblogpage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R-AEIfVy1hI/AAAAAAAAACY/5tjZ0-RA_xw/s320/confidencehappensblogpage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179144115374446098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for a mini page that could host blogs from the girls.    The donors have been very active in Jackson-Feild and also the lives of these girls and we thought a blog would be another way that the donors could participate, keep in touch, and also see the effectiveness of their donations.  I don't know if the videos are online yet, we suggested that they put them on Youtube, but I don't know if that's happened yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information about Jackson-Feild Homes check out;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.jacksonfeild.org/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-8150523963495816774?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8150523963495816774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=8150523963495816774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/8150523963495816774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/8150523963495816774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2008/03/createathon-on-campus.html' title='Createathon on Campus'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R-ADg_Vy1gI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LRqXoqwUR3Q/s72-c/newhomepageJFH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-925258506095943470</id><published>2008-03-07T16:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:27:02.598-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patrick benbow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suckers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pb'/><title type='text'>new logo, new look</title><content type='html'>hey ya'll, well I had a pretty cruddy day yesterday, I tried all day, but I got nothing accomplished all day. So I thought I could at least make a post to have something to show for the day, go figure that the site was having issues and I couldn't post anything. But today is a new day, so this might work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new logo.  it hasn't been officially approved for my senior studio, but I've already been signing pieces with it, so it's fairly official.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R9Gvt_Vy1eI/AAAAAAAAACA/Kjqceg3TWt4/s1600-h/studiologo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R9Gvt_Vy1eI/AAAAAAAAACA/Kjqceg3TWt4/s320/studiologo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175110651457230306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured there was no better time to start trying to get my name out there, then when entering a contest, so I put the signature logos on all four of the pieces I entered into the student exhibition for this spring.  I really want to get in, especially now when I'm trying to look for a job, it would be a great encouragement and validating experience to be selected for the show.  The competitions really tough, we have a lot of very talent people in COAR, but I think I have a fighting chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be familiar with my entries, I submitted a photo of the portrait of my dad (yeah, a photo of a painting, that might not fly, but it still looks nice, especially if you don't know that it's a photo of a painting.), the senior project "Cheaper than Dentures" and also "Prepare for Battle..."  I also quickly finished the corrections I was going to make to the third piece "This sucks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R9GyJPVy1fI/AAAAAAAAACI/zDonkzi-xls/s1600-h/sp61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R9GyJPVy1fI/AAAAAAAAACI/zDonkzi-xls/s320/sp61.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175113318631921138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make all of the changes suggested in class, but I did change some of the things that I thought were major problems. The text reads "cleanliness is next to godliness but chores are for suckers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When prepping for the submissions, I was short on time (I learned about it that morning) so I tried the best I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see how this goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-925258506095943470?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/925258506095943470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=925258506095943470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/925258506095943470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/925258506095943470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-logo-new-look.html' title='new logo, new look'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R9Gvt_Vy1eI/AAAAAAAAACA/Kjqceg3TWt4/s72-c/studiologo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-2542517075539708729</id><published>2008-03-03T21:55:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:28:15.811-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suckers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacuum cleaner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleanliness'/><title type='text'>attempts one and two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R8y67x4qCEI/AAAAAAAAABo/NCuZknUZ9_U/s1600-h/sp5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R8y67x4qCEI/AAAAAAAAABo/NCuZknUZ9_U/s320/sp5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173715608107878466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are my two newest senior project pieces.  I didn't really like this first one, I think it just had a lot of problems with it, so I redid the project for this week.  I'm still not very happy with the response I got for this one. I'm gonna bump up the color patterns and also fool around with the text some more. I think this one is a lot better though so I'm moving in the right direction.  I get frustrated when I think I understand what I'm doing, what makes an idea work, and when I try to do it again, I still miss the mark.  ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R8y68B4qCFI/AAAAAAAAABw/wqbqCZ_EqKI/s1600-h/sp6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R8y68B4qCFI/AAAAAAAAABw/wqbqCZ_EqKI/s320/sp6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173715612402845778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting some conflicting feedback on this during crit.  what people disliked about the text in the first image, that there were two type faces and they were disconnected, was suggested in this piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-2542517075539708729?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2542517075539708729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=2542517075539708729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/2542517075539708729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/2542517075539708729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2008/03/attempts-one-and-two.html' title='attempts one and two'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R8y67x4qCEI/AAAAAAAAABo/NCuZknUZ9_U/s72-c/sp5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-4870513008430594721</id><published>2008-03-02T15:56:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:29:59.926-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><title type='text'>coulda shoulda woulda...now i can.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These are some images that I wasn't about to post earlier;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R8skXK9QadI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TRG8eTtit7s/s1600-h/digidrawing3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R8skXK9QadI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TRG8eTtit7s/s320/digidrawing3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173268577462020562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This first one is another one of the images that kinda introduce my work.  This was a exercise for digital drawing using references. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R8sjcq9QacI/AAAAAAAAABI/WvxSGBzqOZU/s1600-h/sp31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R8sjcq9QacI/AAAAAAAAABI/WvxSGBzqOZU/s320/sp31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173267572439673282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is another piece for my senior project class.  I did this one before my last post, but I wasn't able to upload these because I had the wrong color mode. Thanks Hannah for clearing that up, you're a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my second attempt at this idea of brushing teeth.  The first was awful! I was actually embarrassed when getting it printed.  Don't expect to ever see that one here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I had chosen the wrong elements to combine and emulate. This was really the first image for the class that was really successful in the way I merged my two inspiration sources, Art Nouveau and Ukiyo-e.  For that reason I'm really proud of it.  After that brutal crit., I took all the feedback and tired to really concentrate on the comments to make a better piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I might also be too cautious about posting, there are lots of things that I could post, but haven't because they aren't "good enough". But without a record of what I've done, how will I know how I've grown as an artist? or even as a person?   I'll post more things soon, promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-4870513008430594721?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4870513008430594721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=4870513008430594721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/4870513008430594721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/4870513008430594721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2008/03/coulda-shoulda-wouldanow-i-can.html' title='coulda shoulda woulda...now i can.'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R8skXK9QadI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TRG8eTtit7s/s72-c/digidrawing3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-3306371104431698611</id><published>2008-02-18T23:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:42:13.239-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><title type='text'>on a roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R7pt3ZKEyCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UM4BDxy0Z2k/s1600-h/sp42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R7pt3ZKEyCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UM4BDxy0Z2k/s320/sp42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168564320774440994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester has been kicking my butt, but at least now, my work is coming together well. For senior projects we had to pick a theme for the semester and have one finished project each week. I choose to illustrate everyday activities that we don't think about too much, in a style that references Art Nouveau and Ukiyo-e prints. My first one was close, but kinda missed the mark, and my second one was awful, to the point that I was actually embarrassed when I had it printed. For the third I took all the suggestions from the critique and re-did the project and it was much more successful. I wanted to post that one here, but for some reason, Blogger changed all the colors around, it was very blue, and when I uploaded it it came out all red.  any ideas?  this is my fourth project that I submitted this afternoon, and only needed some minor changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank GOD! After these two crits. I feel much better about myself. The second crit. was brutal (because the art was bad) and I was having serious doubt about this diploma I'm supposed to get in a couple months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this piece I wanted to take a pretty mundane action, like putting on shoes, and use type to make it incredibly epic. I hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I also had my new logo approved!  It's very clean and simple, so it'll work great for my design style, but I'm gonna mess around a bit to find a way to make it look good on more painterly projects. I should get that up in a few day at the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-3306371104431698611?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3306371104431698611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=3306371104431698611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/3306371104431698611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/3306371104431698611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-roll.html' title='on a roll'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R7pt3ZKEyCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UM4BDxy0Z2k/s72-c/sp42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880507859638259420.post-7167560321988461189</id><published>2008-02-13T16:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:35:49.720-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><title type='text'>one small step</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, welcome to my blog, though I guess technically, no one is actually here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've created this blog as a way for me to display the work I do; as a student, an illustrator, a graphic designer, and just a person who likes to communicate with pictures more then with words. I'm a little all over the place, visually speaking, so that will inevitably be reflected in this blog. I love Vermeer and Rembrandt, and also Mucha and James Jean, so my style differs when I'm doing a piece for class or as a personal work for myself. I also really enjoy working with my hands so maybe I'll even post some pictures of the things I've been doing in my ceramics class too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were asked to bring to class some images of work that we have done in the past, to help us identify our style, themes, and help introduce us as artist to the professor. I think that might be a good idea here as well. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R7Nu3pKEx9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/MguqoU3y9NA/s1600-h/dadwhole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R7Nu3pKEx9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/MguqoU3y9NA/s320/dadwhole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166595099744061394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an image I did for  personality profile I did on my dad. Most of the project was about his battle with cancer, so I wanted to reflect that in the image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R7Nu4ZKEx_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/qF-ERtiMtp8/s1600-h/ephesians2.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R7Nu4ZKEx_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/qF-ERtiMtp8/s320/ephesians2.13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166595112628963314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a final for the Sophomore painting class.  The assignment was to paint a painting that was 3' x 5'.  I decided that if I was going to be spending that kinda of money and time on a project, it was gonna be about something worth while.  Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired for this piece from Ephesians 2:13 "But now in Christ Jesus you who once were far away have been brought near through the blood of Christ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this image not long after I was told that Dad had cancer again.  So for me it was really about how nothing is outside of Gods control.  Before Jesus died on the cross for my sins, he declared "It is finished." and I believe that with every fiber of my being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R7Nu-ZKEyAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/d15lN9B6-o4/s1600-h/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R7Nu-ZKEyAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/d15lN9B6-o4/s320/hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166595215708178434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just a painting exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to see where this takes me and hope you enjoy the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880507859638259420-7167560321988461189?l=patrickbenbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7167560321988461189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880507859638259420&amp;postID=7167560321988461189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/7167560321988461189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880507859638259420/posts/default/7167560321988461189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbenbow.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-small-step.html' title='one small step'/><author><name>patrick benbow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282562667337819987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bQdyiqEn00/R7Nu3pKEx9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/MguqoU3y9NA/s72-c/dadwhole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
