tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40142432971929873252024-03-19T04:04:54.566-07:00This Chosen GenerationCalling Young People
<p><i>to be world changers</i></p>Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-36551180019747213662010-10-18T00:09:00.000-07:002010-10-18T00:09:03.651-07:00I have no title...I sit here. At an empty page. Or, if you'd like specifics, looking at a page that was created by millions of lines of code made to invent a "page." But, like I said in an earlier post, my friend Katherine told me that empty is good, empty is for God (excuse my deviation from the exact quotation). It's late. I need to get up in five hours. But I think best around now. This should be short.<br />
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Some people are dreamers. They create a world within themselves that seems real. We're not insane, we're just the hopeful. Those that aren't "dreamers" try to bring us back to earth. But I'm like a helium balloon with ...un-ending helium. I've had some years of Hell. There will be more. And while most of those years were not my fault, my initiative within was-an is. You see, dreamers live in the future, we believe that reality will never catch up to us. And that if it does? God will provide a last-minute parachute plan (or something-I'm on sleep drugs, ok?:P). Well, He does. And He doesn't. You can't anticipate God. I know that now. You can trust God, but He is not a genie. I struggle...so much. So lately...with trust. In that, I know there is a God, I know I love Him, I know He loves me...and...???<br />
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I spent 3 years of high school ... and I wasted them. There were interruptions I now know I had no control over, there was the year of psychiatric illness. Yeah, I'm a lunatic-you won't be the first to cast that stone at me. I wasted time and here I am, left with 3/4 of a school year that should be my last but I have 1.5 grades to complete, tests I'm behind on, failing my family life, no SAT's, no transcript, thus-no college applications...and I am lost.<br />
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But I'm also found. God and I had a yelling match tonight. Mostly me...yelling at myself. My throat is sore. To make a long story short-I made my choices and I have to live with the consequences. They include public humiliation when I don't graduate this year, they include being asked why my arms are scarred and seeing that in photos for the rest of my life...but today I ....it hit home.<br />
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I've lied, I've escaped, I've acted. I am not even human by human standards. I am a failed mystery no one should unlock. But it hit home, the simple truth that....My choices/my actions, determine who I am. Simple, I know-but I'm Taylor/SarahLydia. I define who I am-or I am defined through who I allow God to make me be.<br />
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I told Him I was done tonight. Not with life-I want life. So bad. But, I am done, and I have resigned of my position. I hope I don't apply again, because His driving experience is much better than mine.<br />
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I have an impossible amount of homework tomorrow, PT, acting, and listening to more dreams...<br />
But I think I have given up. I will no longer say "Make me graduate this spring." It is now "Make/help me succeed in life this year." Because, you see, I don't know exactly what that can be....but that is the beauty of taking shotgun.<br />
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ImpossibleisNothing<br />
BaWc<br />
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~TaylorTaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-7301882026823593542010-08-26T09:13:00.001-07:002010-08-26T09:14:19.356-07:00Because it has toI posted this on Facebook last week, but I forgot to post here. So, here it is-let me know what you think:<br />
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<div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Sometimes, when we are alone, we crumble.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Anger gives way to fear, to tears. Some of those times, we wonder the purpose. We have accepted life is reality. An ugly reality, yes, but how often is truth shown through a tinted lens?<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"> We accept life, we muddle through pain, we argue with heartbreak. We pray for smiles, butterflies, for a child's laugh. It is the absence of these that makes us fight. We await a win, no matter the size.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Some would think that this absence of joy, the utter depravity of this world, would kick us down, depress us, slice, and kill us. But it doesn't. Not in the end. Because we are made to fight.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"> Like DNA copies that will never differ from the parent cell, so are we. Our parent died on a cross, our minds feel confusion. Our parent was kicked, and so are we. But He fought and won. Like our parent, our internal design will fight until our earthly minds allow control. They will.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"> We await. Unsatisfied with this world. Believers that there are sunshiny day, pink sunglasses, swing sets, friendship. We are laughed at, sliced, prepared to be devoured. Unsatisfied with this world.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"> We are asked "why?" We are asked "how do you know that any other world would be better than this one?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Because it has to.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">We, the believers.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">We, the realists.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">We, the bleeding humans, are burning down our Neverlands. Our fairy tales.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">How do we, the children, know anything would be any better than this?<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Because it has to.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Forgive us if we're cold-blooded realists.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">We are the unsatisfied.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">We await.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">We fight.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">We will always fight.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Matchbox by our side.</span></span></span><o:p></o:p></div>Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-70729890275280283792010-08-16T01:31:00.000-07:002010-08-16T01:31:05.047-07:00Ramblings, Confessions and beliefs-My plan for life<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">Sometimes I feel dead. Sometimes alone. Sometimes dramatic-like saying I can't remember this or that, usually life.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">Lately though? I feel different. Sure, I still get those days. Heck, I probably always will. But guess what? I don't care anymore. Sure, I can hate myself. But that's not what matters anymore.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">There's a bigger picture. Always was, always will be. I just gotta remember to wear those reading glasses that are sitting in a case on my floor.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">Or I can listen. I don't listen... one of the majors I plan to study says "you'll find a place here if you have the gift of gab." I feel we'll get along. Now, there may no longer be any other students in the class...or professor, but hey.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">Confession: I'm selfish. I write for myself. It's like my happy pill. When I can't write...well, my mother can attest that you'd rather not speak to me. I love an empty page. One of my best friend's wrote to me that she sees an empty page as "a place for God to write your story." I agree. I think He writes in pencil, because how else could He turn our lives around but with an eraser?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">I do have a point to this amazing semester paper, sorry for stalling.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">I finally decided to take a walk last week. I hadn't for a while-mainly because I've been deathly ill (live with the exaggeration please), mostly because I usually pray on walks. And...I hadn't prayed for a long time. Which is...very rare for me... 'cause I love it. Not in public, I'm scared to death of that. Also haven't been reading my Bible-that would be the reason my Awana reading is done for the first time in 9 years. ANYWAY.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">I walked.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">And something started happening. Started praying...a 15 min walk became an hour walk (with 10 minutes of running for no reason-I love my driveway...). I usually don't kneel in the middle of Woodlake with cars going 60mph. At that point I didn't care.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">You see, I realized some things. You may already know these things in your life, but I didn't. Not truly. And I never really believed it.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">And I just realized that</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><big><b>I'm going to win.</b></big></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">Those two facts did something. I'm not completely sure what yet. But it changed something. It ignited a fire that was gone for ... maybe four years. Oh, there had been fire, but it wasn't FIRE.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">There is a war. I am in it. I am going to win it. Because there is no possible way I can lose. "If God is for me, who can be against me?"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">Did you ever just realize that in this war you have a GOD and a CHRISTIAN. And a Satan. Who do you think is going to win?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><big>So, I am here to tell that Satan to watch the Hell out. Because he's going down.</big></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">It will be daily. There will be failures. There will be victories. But in the long run, a few victories don't win it. And that's all Sheol is getting from me.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">It's gonna take my whole life. But I'd rather fight him than fight me. Because if I keep fighting Sarah, she's gonna be gone.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">I'm tired of fighting. But God doesn't care about that. If He did, I wouldn't still be here. As it is, I am. And I guess I'd rather fight evil for however long than go out with no bang. Than go out as selfish. As cowardly.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">And told me I was a coward.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">And told me I was selfish.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">Great friends, right? Who stab you like that?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><big>Only great friends do that.</big></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">She said some other lovely things which I shan't repeat. It all eventually got thru though. It may have taken a full year...but I got it. That what I have done, do, probably will do...lots of things-are selfish. It's always selfish.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">Fighting Hell isn't. It's beauty in it's purest form. I may die in the process, but I no longer care. Because for me to live is Christ. May it always be.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><b>There is GOOD in this world. And BEAUTY. Best of all? LIFE.</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">And it's mine. It's all mine! Yeah, I'm laughing aloud right now. I'm smiling. Like, the real smile. Not the mask. Not the constant drama queen who likes manipulating people to lie to herself that sin is ok. Yeah friends, that's the truth behind that drama. Bite me.:) I'm so happy. I've never been this happy. It's like I'm on a cloud...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">So that's all.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">Other than that, I finally figured out my school deal. You know, doing stuff on time is a very smart idea! I need to make a memo of that...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">1. I'll graduate on time.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">2. GUESS WHAT? Homeschooler's have graduations, all you public schooled people! Also, if you get thru your C-SAPS or what have you? It's not huge, man. Colorado only requires you get 13% overall...so go a bit higher, please?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">3. I have college semi-figured out.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">4. I am so happy.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">5. If I stop smiling within the next 13 months, figure out how to make me laugh...or condemn me to death by teasing. Or mentioning ...snakes... or brains...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">6. If you're reading this, you are alive. Realise that potential.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">7. I'm double majoring, figuring out a minor (for some reason, school's dislike allowing you to make your own minor out of five subjects), and currently working thru financial aid things. I got thru reading the entire website, so I am succeeding.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">In conclusion, I doubt anyone will read this. Who cares. I'm S.L., I'm alive, and I'm not going anywhere. Except maybe into that beautiful AP Bio book. Since when am I in love with science??</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">Oh! And I found some great churches near the ever looking more lovely college, along with a few Awana clubs.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">Amy, remember what you suggested I do for an original Citation receiving? :)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><b>"I have dreams. God has plans. The difference? Dreams are relative. Plans are cement." ~SarahLydia Sophia Forgath-ImpossibleisNothing, Be a World-Changer </b></span>Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-38561690092568289822010-05-20T21:47:00.001-07:002010-05-20T22:01:10.738-07:00A way to...?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Ek4qQcSIkOwZ1iPTL5A-YC2hDhy1GFAF3QdRx-ejy7eFJ8wyAA2nQ2k2NGiaP1jxuD63Hq1lRvWX7LjXDfpQzsisAIpzR7j0a2WW_1VY5QyqooFocnDj3nW52m891iXBolFxXOX_VFNW/s1600/9153769_7fba38b3e5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Ek4qQcSIkOwZ1iPTL5A-YC2hDhy1GFAF3QdRx-ejy7eFJ8wyAA2nQ2k2NGiaP1jxuD63Hq1lRvWX7LjXDfpQzsisAIpzR7j0a2WW_1VY5QyqooFocnDj3nW52m891iXBolFxXOX_VFNW/s320/9153769_7fba38b3e5.jpg" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It's been a long time since I've written, and it would take too long to explain all the reasons. So I'll just say I've been busy. Which is true. Basically, I decided to start thinking. A little late in the ball game, but hey. Thinking, praying, changing, and...(do not break my dramatic sentence here) starting to live again. Living is a good feeling. Living right, simple, basic, freely is even better. I'm letting go, of drama and control. And it makes me smile.<br />
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So, I wrote this a while ago and meant to post it. It's unfinished, so eventually, it may be...come finished. Yes, I am tired:</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A desire consumes me. In fact, sometimes I'm sure it's eating me alive. One of those desires that hurts, but the hurt only makes you want it more.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">What do I desire? I want a way to live.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I exist, but existence cannot be the answer.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Life takes choices, decisions. Many of us don't realizes that non-decision </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">is</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> a decision. Over a lifetime, one's decisions form a kind of map.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I wonder what mine will look like.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Not only do I want a way to live, I want a way to be, a way to lead and a way to inspire.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Simply put- I want to change my world. I want to change it now- at 17, and I want to change it at 40. I cannot, nor should I be content to wait.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Because God doesn't. The Creator of the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">universe</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> is ready to use </span><b><i><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ME</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">, today - and yet I stand motionless. What is worse is that this is true of the vast majority of people.</span></span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I want to be different.</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Because I am saying yes.</span></span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm saying 'yes' to God.</span></span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">What are you saying?</span></span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">~ImpossibleisNothing~</span></span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-SarahLydia. The real SarahLydia.</span></span></i></b>Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-49879729401646140182010-04-07T21:21:00.001-07:002010-04-07T21:21:34.344-07:00Will be leaving for Summit on Sunday and will try to update from there. Laters.Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-34474693456127878652010-03-09T18:13:00.002-07:002010-03-09T18:14:33.721-07:00Your Hands, JJ Heller<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FlL8LayF0uw">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FlL8LayF0uw</a>Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-24278708953037028522010-02-27T13:21:00.001-07:002010-02-27T13:22:53.109-07:00Possibilities<div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7AUx8PnLjqiyEzieCw0rOaxouV9SKDaJnmWcVTryDefIaDAlyVi0IHsuU4ZclrUtvM_QUhnGckDlh2KMaUokfCLTjI-6bGLfcdY0KWCtgN0U4eHdTMQtlOsY7cNy5njk2dEQvrZZkLYd8/s1600-h/red_dawn_1600x1200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7AUx8PnLjqiyEzieCw0rOaxouV9SKDaJnmWcVTryDefIaDAlyVi0IHsuU4ZclrUtvM_QUhnGckDlh2KMaUokfCLTjI-6bGLfcdY0KWCtgN0U4eHdTMQtlOsY7cNy5njk2dEQvrZZkLYd8/s200/red_dawn_1600x1200.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">If tomorrow came</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">And you weren’t here</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">If dawn arose</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Would I shed a tear?</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">You were a nihilistic Nazi</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">I was the clean kid on our block,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">You stayed up late, in front of LED</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">I partied like a queen</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div>Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-72512595402031373512010-02-25T17:11:00.004-07:002010-02-25T17:18:39.637-07:00Explanations<div class="Section1"><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidSE8IV0HLeC5NfB4K9uyK2iyfIjxtc2DDsqbGrhspBBEcdr4mSRBNIfcUX3YGMT1qIrBHR-VKZ6y-7wgQDw1wwoUz5giNlqao2gN1Hrd0kaMyg6goQuFDXLwzceugc9haRw7RgHvnpXqF/s1600-h/StairwayToHeaven-D-4d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidSE8IV0HLeC5NfB4K9uyK2iyfIjxtc2DDsqbGrhspBBEcdr4mSRBNIfcUX3YGMT1qIrBHR-VKZ6y-7wgQDw1wwoUz5giNlqao2gN1Hrd0kaMyg6goQuFDXLwzceugc9haRw7RgHvnpXqF/s320/StairwayToHeaven-D-4d.jpg" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">I stand in rain</span></span></div></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">You stand in heaven<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">I kneel in pain<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">You sit and reign<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">I cry in brokenness<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">You cry that I’m broken<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">I lift my tears toward heaven<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">You reach down to wipe them<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">I pound my fist<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">You understand my humanness<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">I hear a Voice<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">You whispered a song<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">I see a tapestry<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">You have woven my life<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">I see the ruts and rocks<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">You point out its perfection<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">I gaze in wonder<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">You stand amused<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">I bow at the mercy seat<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">You lift up my face<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">I wonder what’s happening<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">You say “do not fear”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">I turn my eyes<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">You still see the pain<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">I ask “why the pain, the breaking, the tears?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">You say “I am with you, child have no fear”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">I question “I was angry, yet You called out my name”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">You say “Because I love you, things won’t ever be the same”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi43kURUsEmVzlsmPXIC2dzwYjeOKKE96Q1qXkJI04s0FGLgqJuEJACZK69CEFGkNPo07Afq1g6wVFGFd9bJPWQZrZvv2G0H1zKvbtBqO35Sgq-AuqpnssL7QsUyu_6akNLxvCGFj0YlQR_/s1600-h/heaven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi43kURUsEmVzlsmPXIC2dzwYjeOKKE96Q1qXkJI04s0FGLgqJuEJACZK69CEFGkNPo07Afq1g6wVFGFd9bJPWQZrZvv2G0H1zKvbtBqO35Sgq-AuqpnssL7QsUyu_6akNLxvCGFj0YlQR_/s320/heaven.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">I said “I saw the tapestry – my failures, my sins”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">You say “I saw the beauty, the pristine perfection”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">I say “I don’t understand – this glory and awe”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">You say “you don’t need to – I am who I am”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">I smiled and asked “why me, and why now?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">You laughed as You said “don’t you see?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">“My love never ends<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">My mercy never fails<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">My forgiveness is eternal”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">“I created the earth,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">The wind,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">Even you”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">“For My glory and honor<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">I AM WHO I AM”</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-60539231066542977132010-02-16T13:21:00.002-07:002010-02-16T14:00:50.516-07:00Tears<div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQSsbgegBiIAenS0F1kNmwHgw1E_Ir53WXBzvADOT6pMvlxBqnwxvcXAsdkFA_zmFe-ejsxw5rlWJoiMGJD9Rk22oEvnt7dfQAlBvug3VP7FU56LwOP-RQn3hA5VVFSD7JQWWAfFFGK53H/s1600-h/tears.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQSsbgegBiIAenS0F1kNmwHgw1E_Ir53WXBzvADOT6pMvlxBqnwxvcXAsdkFA_zmFe-ejsxw5rlWJoiMGJD9Rk22oEvnt7dfQAlBvug3VP7FU56LwOP-RQn3hA5VVFSD7JQWWAfFFGK53H/s320/tears.jpg" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Tonight I let the tears fall down,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Intricately portraying pain</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">But the pain inside</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">You cannot see,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Save for the eyes that cannot lie</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Tears are the human expression</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">That something is wrong</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Tears can mean a broken arm,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">A broken heart</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Tears can mean a death,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">A broken life,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">A cry for help</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht9lQfDUR_gqihO5v7PsGy6dvEbepcJ4kHn2Nd0sidcpCfNqyY97bgqEwh1Sb8nc-WbomVOo48vm6dztm9udcx29SjkRgf4LytRGgdNdl5G7X7H_hCfg_AjziKPdo8qYCG4Sfk9TU9DYUL/s1600-h/c72fc8a1e4416e0159096ce3647a45b4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht9lQfDUR_gqihO5v7PsGy6dvEbepcJ4kHn2Nd0sidcpCfNqyY97bgqEwh1Sb8nc-WbomVOo48vm6dztm9udcx29SjkRgf4LytRGgdNdl5G7X7H_hCfg_AjziKPdo8qYCG4Sfk9TU9DYUL/s320/c72fc8a1e4416e0159096ce3647a45b4.jpg" /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">But behind these tears</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Sit restless hearts,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Cruelly cut by the world</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Tears are a gift</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Pain is a gift</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">But I cannot say</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">A beautiful, decaprated </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Broken soul is a gift</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">So as you lie awake tonight,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Remember the forgotten</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Some of us don’t mend,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">We just harden</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Tears become a mara</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div>Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-39340696836990792412010-02-13T13:34:00.000-07:002010-02-13T13:34:06.287-07:00Gaze Behind Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">The next several posts are just a collection of thoughts I wrote two or three months ago - which is why some of them will be referring to Christmas, and past events. Anyway. Wasn't really sure what format to put this in, but this will work:</span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja-csbSqgVhlTWR8Nd17j7EXwD7PjjkTMhM6wXMmfMGkUOWozGQs-__oDNbR2lxjKJgQhB8cDzOSWPGc98FIRs53BSJOGj7HE7udYMSAjPzqndgd-H2pcLQ6i36nd84xJ6F6vN9B8MlCC3/s1600-h/2420647050083270401PTSqvk_ph.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja-csbSqgVhlTWR8Nd17j7EXwD7PjjkTMhM6wXMmfMGkUOWozGQs-__oDNbR2lxjKJgQhB8cDzOSWPGc98FIRs53BSJOGj7HE7udYMSAjPzqndgd-H2pcLQ6i36nd84xJ6F6vN9B8MlCC3/s320/2420647050083270401PTSqvk_ph.jpg" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tonight I turn my face</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Toward my wall, to think</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In an evil-filled world</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Surrounded by the cover of dark</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I let my mind wander back</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To my childhood,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A time when long-division</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Was considered a demon</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I let my mind lead me </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Back to our forty acre ranch,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On those rolling, beautiful plains</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And I lament the going of</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Such simplistic days</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Running through the fields</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">With the dog,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cuddling new kittens,<br />
mowing lawns,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Planting trees,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Throwing the cattle bales</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Of the summer days </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When we swam in a cow trough,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Electrified voles,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Stacked firewood</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yesterday, I was “home” again</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For the first time in months</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And I experienced a bittersweet realization</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I love the plains,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The setting sun, and my old place</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I hated living there,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But could not imagine anything else</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yesterday I looked at our unfinished driveway – </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The one that leads to nowhere</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I remembered going out there and writing</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For hours some summer day</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Those writings sit in a book</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Filled with a story</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Of hope after hope,<br />
and shattered dream after dream</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That driveway represents to me</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All that never will be,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All the dreams made impossible</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tonight I turn my head toward the wall.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And like so many nights</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Of the past three years,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Silent tears stain my face – </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As I wonder if, like Anne of Green Gables said</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“my life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I asked myself</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If I could have changed the last three years,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Would I?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Parts, yes, but other parts, no</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">God has something to teach me,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And if it takes one more broken dream,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So be it</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I have changed internally</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">More than I ever thought possible</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In the last three years,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And inside, I am no 17 year old girl</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But I am one who is waiting</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For the laughter of mourning</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Piper calls, and some do not return,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But answer, always answer</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So a silent tear slips down this face,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And I wonder if all heartbreak is forever</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But then I wonder if there was none,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What would I be</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Such a confusing mess of thoughts</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But the Piper calls,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And who will follow?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I’m waiting,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Like for rain in a drought,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I’m waiting for a reason</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Waiting, just waiting</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To feel beautiful again</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Waiting to dance in the rain</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Let it pour</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I’m ready</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><s><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">SarahLydia</span></i></span></b></s></span></div></span></span></div>Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-46972245659756295652010-01-15T14:50:00.001-07:002010-01-15T15:14:42.650-07:00Give Me the Desire<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Giving me Your heartbeat</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And giving me Your life, </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Should give me the desire </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">To see things through Your eyes </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But I cannot see </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Or maybe I do not care, </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">As I live today </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">My end could be near </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ignorance is no excuse, </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Our fatalities are always choice </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We all know who You are, </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But yet we choose to reject </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Giving me Your heartbeat </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And giving me Your life, </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Should give me the desire </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">To see things through Your eyes </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I count my age on fingers, </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But I see no success </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I look upon my trophies </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Immaculate, they gather dust </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Giving me Your heartbeat </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And giving me Your life,</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Should give me the desire </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">To see things through Your eyes </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So long have I put off </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The pressure to ‘walk that walk,’ </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So long have I refused, </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">You to open, You to renew </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I’m giving You my heartbeat </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Finally, giving You my life </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Presents a burning desire </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">To see things through Your eyes </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now I can see, </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I now do truly care, </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">As I live today, </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">My end could be near </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I revel in my pain, </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I rejoice when I need suffer </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">For when my end does come, </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Of that I have no fear </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I’ll show others how to give You their heartbeat, </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And how to give You their life </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">As I continue in the journey </span></span></span></span></span><br />
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</div>Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-33873209234452656082010-01-07T13:07:00.001-07:002010-01-07T13:14:36.344-07:00Truth....is?<div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmVFIJq1ffy9n1LW33-M_Kt9oSZ7L8cZ8zZm_AA6HwE_r3UkNnvEbcNJVu9GFO8ZBHXCuTQnhB9UHKYxg87pChfiYP7Z18sqKvDPN6AIZK3uFnZQvxlgzS3QNu1U6W8_Veff9LRfbhj1rp/s1600-h/Creek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmVFIJq1ffy9n1LW33-M_Kt9oSZ7L8cZ8zZm_AA6HwE_r3UkNnvEbcNJVu9GFO8ZBHXCuTQnhB9UHKYxg87pChfiYP7Z18sqKvDPN6AIZK3uFnZQvxlgzS3QNu1U6W8_Veff9LRfbhj1rp/s320/Creek.jpg" width="320" /></a> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Truth. A five letter word, yet many of the most conversant minds of today cannot truly define what it means. Men have searched in vain for decades in hopes of discovering it, while other men have found it.</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So we ask ourselves what the difference between these two sets of seekers is. We wonder why all do not come to the same conclusion. And sometimes, we even question if there is such a thing as truth. Multiple authors claim they have reached true truth, C.S. Lewis, Charles Darwin, Richard Dawkins, etc.</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I believe the search of truth leads one in an endless maze of questions in the beginning. Perhaps maze is not the term I am looking for, but syllogism.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">What is truth? What is true truth? Is there truth? Does it affect me? As a child I thought I knew what truth was. “Thy Word is truth. John 17:17,” I repeated as a 5 year old Sparky. I could lie and say I thought about what those words truly meant, but I can’t say I did other than to realize God is truth and the Bible is truth.</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">How profound Jesus is, even in the simplest of statements. A derivative of the Greek word </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">alētheia, truth is defined as “conformity to fact or reality; exact accordance with that which is or has been, or shall be” in Webster’s 1828 dictionary.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Carl Sagan’s Cosmos has a very similar sound to this definition. A sound which to many might seem almost biblical. When you ask someone “what is truth,” you will find many different answers. Why? Because there are sides. Truth is not simply a question, but a battle. The battle between right and wrong, good and evil. truth and non-truth – a battle that if thoroughly examined is prepared to shake us to our very core, question our beliefs, and perhaps even shatter them.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Many people are opposed to the mere mention of truth. Why? I believe it is because that by ignoring the presence of such a thing one is released of all responsibility regarding behavior, actions, and beliefs. In our sinful human nature we do not naturally seek responsibility; we revile it in our hearts.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In the Garden of Eden the serpent told Eve that no one had to know, thus releasing her of her responsibility to truth. To some, truth is like a demon that is determined to expose every particle of their being, and to others it presents a sense of peace and comfort. The search of truth requires us to lay down our thoughts and truly examine them for what they are. I personally wonder if some “seekers of truth” really want to find it, or simply desire to set their minds at ease.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The sides of this age-old cosmic battle are the world and God. That alone explains why we reach different conclusions. The world is essentially at war with God, and groups at war rarely believe the same thing. As far as I can see….:P</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Many believe that truth is interpretive person to person – that there is no real truth, there is only their own personal truth, what they determine to be truth. If this is the case, then truth shouldn’t matter, it shouldn’t be an unanswered question. But do you really want to base your existence on interpretation? According to Sagan, we’re “star stuff.” He claimed that we have fallen from a great height- I’ll also assume he hit his head at the bottom.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I personally would rather believe I came from something with a little more validity than that.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div>Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-36157336998772383182009-12-02T09:03:00.002-07:002009-12-02T09:03:20.313-07:00Tomorrow<div class="MsoNormal">Don’t forget to dream<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">When joy seems forgotten<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Don’t forget to dream<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">When your ship no longer sails<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Don’t forget to dream<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Look into the night sky,<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Immerse your eyes in black<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And don’t forget to dream<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">On a hill far away lives a hermit,<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">So lonely,<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Running from all life gave him<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">But he forgot to dream<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">In a dorm room a student <br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Puts pen to paper<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And begins to set flight to dreams<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">A mother silently puts her baby to bed<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">As he stares into her velvet brown eyes<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">A baby has found imagination<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Don’t let him forget to not dream<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">When the tears stain the paper<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And the war rages on<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Stand strong, and have faith<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Don’t forget to dream<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">When the battle is over<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And the field covered with blood,<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Remember, remember,<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">To dream<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Dreams rebuild the heart,<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The country, the world<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Dreams lead to great acts of valor<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Drams birth philosophers,<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">But better yet – dreamers<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Dreamers who will tell<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The next generation,<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Not to forget<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Don’t forget to dream<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Don’t forget, there’s tomorrow<br />
</div>Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-55856929648038042042009-10-08T10:00:00.001-07:002009-10-08T10:03:57.272-07:00Chris Klicka<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY6eMT-E_u_eouAvNSYIhRNzAP7pi53kChh-Hh-zornAtez-ksGnd5MN7Xax8xEKujNWXEWxGwVOFcVaoGQXOG4qH_upJFOMi8StjG0rH9YHPN17WjVQ8bOSUpOI_tSQ06rqq6dE5ItaVE/s1600-h/l.JJFjcyAQSaRplgha+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY6eMT-E_u_eouAvNSYIhRNzAP7pi53kChh-Hh-zornAtez-ksGnd5MN7Xax8xEKujNWXEWxGwVOFcVaoGQXOG4qH_upJFOMi8StjG0rH9YHPN17WjVQ8bOSUpOI_tSQ06rqq6dE5ItaVE/s320/l.JJFjcyAQSaRplgha+(1).jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pray for Chris Klicka and his family. Mr. Klicka has been the Colorado HSLDA representative for many years and was intregal to authoring our homeschooling law a short twenty years ago. Before this, homeschooling was illegal and punishable in CO.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Mr. Klicka was diagnosed with MS a little over 15 years ago. God has blessed him throughout this, but is finally calling him home. Pray for his wife, and his seven children to stay strong.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">As quoted from the HSLDA site:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">"</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Chris Klicka, HSLDA’s first full-time attorney, who has been fighting multiple sclerosis for many years, became very ill at our National Leaders Conference in Colorado last week. Chris was admitted to St. Francis Medical Center in Colorado Springs but has since been moved to hospice care.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">His family has traveled from Virginia to be with him. Please pray for them as they wait on the Lord during this difficult time.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">For updates on Chris’s status visit </span></span><a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/chrisklicka/journal/1" style="color: blue; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">CaringBridge.org</span></span></a><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You may leave comments about Chris on the discussion section of </span></span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/hslda?v=app_2373072738" style="color: blue; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">HSLDA’s Facebook page</span></span></a><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Members and friends of HSLDA are also invited to email their well-wishes and comments concerning Chris to </span></span><a href="mailto:feedback@hslda.org" style="color: blue; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">feedback@hslda.org</span></span></a><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">For more about Chris’s years of service to the homeschooling community, </span></span><a href="http://www.hslda.org/about/staff/attorneys/Klicka.asp" style="color: blue; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">view his bio</span></span></a><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> at HSLDA’s website."</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You can also read the recent updates at <span style="color: #429d17; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">http://www.rejoiceinprayer.blogspot.com.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">Thanks so much.:)</span></span><br />
</span>Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-91218838542168689182009-10-06T07:41:00.004-07:002009-10-06T09:04:57.115-07:00From the Manger ---> To the Cross ---> For the World<div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">This past Sunday my church just started a study on the gospel of Luke. This week Josh gave an overview of the entire book, which he entitled “From the Manger, to the Cross, for the World.” He said he almost named it “Our Humble God,” and you can see why by simply scanning the book. Soooo, I’m going to share the notes I took.:P And I will post the link to the sermon once PHBF gets it online.</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Luke has 3 main emphasis – humility, discipleship, and salvation.</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Pastor Josh quoted Andrew Murray, from his book </span><i><span style="color: #a64d79;">Humility; The Journey toward Holiness</span></i><span style="color: #a64d79;">, saying “There are three great motivations to humility: it becomes us as creatures, it becomes us as sinners, and is becomes us as saints.”</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Humility in Luke appears as prayerfulness and joy – Jesus prays more in Luke than in any other Gospel. Luke is also the only book that speaks of our Lord having joy – which is why some call it “The Singing Gospel.”</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Humility is something that I personally struggle with BIG time, always have, and probably always will. But, as Josh pointed out, God resists the proud and draws near the humble. Why does He resist the proud? Because our perfect God can not get near those He is opposed to – God is opposed to you, God is opposed to me. </span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">To go back to the fact that Jesus prays more in Luke than any other book – what are prayerful people/ Prayerful people are humble people. Jesus prayed at the baptism (chap. 1), for the disciples (12), at the transfiguration (8), etc.</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Prayerfulness conveys a sense of need – non-prayerfulness (for lack of a better word) conveys a sense of self-sufficiency. Lack of prayer means that you are telling God you don’t need Him.</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">The book of Luke is unique from the other gospels in the fact of prayer, and the fact that it’s the only book that conveys Jesus’ joy. Luke is not simply a record of the historical facts, but so much more.</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">We can see Jesus joy in 1:14, and in 24;52.</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Anxiety is pride. This statement surprised me. Now, I personally am diagnosed with clinical depression and anxiety. And I know my pastor was referring to anxiety in general, but still. Anxiety – like non-prayerfulness says that you perceive yourself sufficient. You believe that you can do it on your own. I do believe I can do most things on my own – and I get angry when I can’t, which goes to show the pride in my heart.</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Other characteristics that are actually pride in disguise?</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Thanklessness – pride</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Immaturity – pride</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Boredom – a sign of pride – a sign that </span><i><span style="color: #a64d79;">God’s Word doesn’t impress you</span></i><span style="color: #a64d79;">. THAT got my attention.</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Criticism of others – pride (yeah………I struggle with that more than a lot of things)</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Moving on to the second emphasis – discipleship.</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">If Luke were a movie, it would be shot in 5 scenes:</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">1:1-2:52: The Infancy Scenes</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">He calls us to name Him our Master, our Savior, and our Treasure – anything else that holds that place are idolatries of the heart (9:23-26).</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Discipleship means hard core commitment to the local church – how can you say that you love Jesus – the head of the church – if you do not love the </span><i><span style="color: #a64d79;">body</span></i><span style="color: #a64d79;">. How can we walk this difficult road? He provides us with the power of the Holy Spirit (12:8-9, 1:67, 2:25, 3:22, 4:1, 4:14, 11:13).</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Corbel;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Salvation – the universal reach of the Gospel. Luke contains a special emphasis on women. We must share the gospel by our own initiative. Luke was written so that one can know it really happened. Most scholars agree that Luke and the other gospels were written only one generation after Jesus life – meaning that there were still eyewitnesses alive. We have more evidence of the Life of Jesus than of Caesar’s invasion of </span><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Gaul</span></st1:place><span style="color: #a64d79;"> – we have 1 manuscript written 900 years after his invasion. But for Jesus we have 5000 manuscripts written during or 1 generation after his life.</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div>Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-19370620828531425822009-10-05T21:33:00.006-07:002009-10-05T21:36:34.333-07:00Untitled<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOuDLoWVBRLEWsck6w4JbE5mL_-oZCmcFlwcJWmuOZmv7gQ4LCAFIifu-EFifYwehMNpWBMAiSSCyjUAWe5g_wIPSszirLG93a4XiFiwxUE4ZgbOCWfLQzqvPU6IIEHYu0gFoEEKAcGiO/s1600/Abi+Dance+and+Sarah+Flowers+-+June+09+050+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOuDLoWVBRLEWsck6w4JbE5mL_-oZCmcFlwcJWmuOZmv7gQ4LCAFIifu-EFifYwehMNpWBMAiSSCyjUAWe5g_wIPSszirLG93a4XiFiwxUE4ZgbOCWfLQzqvPU6IIEHYu0gFoEEKAcGiO/s200/Abi+Dance+and+Sarah+Flowers+-+June+09+050+(2).JPG" /></span></a><span style="color: #134f5c;"> I was sent this a while back in an email:</span><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: blue;"> There stood the kid from seventh grade</span><span style="color: blue;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: blue;"> I would love to hear Your take.</span><span style="color: blue;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: blue;"> And why's everyone so quiet,</span><span style="color: blue;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: blue;"> So somber - give me a clue.'</span><span style="color: blue;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">The view from my kitchen window<br />
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</div>Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-86385470809074795702009-09-29T17:13:00.005-07:002009-09-29T17:31:47.895-07:00For Those Tears I Died<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;"></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;"><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha_YX0Ac4ROE9f5Tq0eewk70kGlB0zOR3cIdV_fGZm40KlzY9PMlyBYGkpqyzcioYQfkBJMk1tV10uUWgxbeC9_cn3Wpw8eyYzWA7WsxGC_cTeN22BPVg1pFAcFdB5v7t2AJbquekRJlXO/s1600-h/cryingeyes1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha_YX0Ac4ROE9f5Tq0eewk70kGlB0zOR3cIdV_fGZm40KlzY9PMlyBYGkpqyzcioYQfkBJMk1tV10uUWgxbeC9_cn3Wpw8eyYzWA7WsxGC_cTeN22BPVg1pFAcFdB5v7t2AJbquekRJlXO/s200/cryingeyes1.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">One of my favorite hymns to play is "For Those Tears I Died."</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; white-space: pre;"></span></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; white-space: pre;"><a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/crying%20eyes/dblestack678/eyescrying.gif?o=98" target="_blank"></a></span>You said you'd come and share all my sorrows</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>You said you'd be there for all my tomorrows</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>I came so close to sending you away</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>But just like you promised, you came here to stay</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>I just had to pray</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Chorus</span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>And Jesus said,</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>"Come to the water, stand by my side</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>I know you are thirsty, you won't be denied</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>I felt every tear drop, when in darkness you cried</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>And I strove to remind you,</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>It's for those tears I died"</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>Your goodness so great, I can't understand it</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>And dear Lord I know now that all this was planned</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>I know You're here now and always will be</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>Your love loosened my chains, and in You I'm free</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>But Jesus why me?</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgACEBJV4PHStKxtsYraKOA9Wagw3aD32AoiBanv2jm_mfwLMBRyo8R1W6OhdN8U6GFPfZZTutC3uDzypCAd-53NwTS4EKMpCuopPINWAa4U1pvPC8KSCgheFP7vMJViz_kbogY6jY1TjCl/s1600-h/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgACEBJV4PHStKxtsYraKOA9Wagw3aD32AoiBanv2jm_mfwLMBRyo8R1W6OhdN8U6GFPfZZTutC3uDzypCAd-53NwTS4EKMpCuopPINWAa4U1pvPC8KSCgheFP7vMJViz_kbogY6jY1TjCl/s200/6.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Chorus</span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>And Jesus said,</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>"Come to the water, stand by my side</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>I know you are thirsty, you won't be denied</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>I felt every tear drop, when in darkness you cried</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>And I strove to remind you,</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>It's for those tears I died"</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>Jesus I give You, my heart and my soul</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>I know now without God, I'll never be whole</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>Savior, You opened all the right doors</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>And I thank You and praise You from earth's humble shores</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>Take me I'm Yours!</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Chorus</span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>And Jesus said,</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>"Come to the water, stand by my side</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>I know you are thirsty, you won't be denied</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>I felt every tear drop, when in darkness you cried</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>And I strove to remind you,</i></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Batik Regular'; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>It's for those tears I died"</i></span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div>Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-35929620247409516582009-09-28T19:49:00.003-07:002009-09-29T08:52:20.585-07:00Principle #2: Love is Action - Not Just Words<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;"></span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXWQecgejd9c0AVK0xnKeYRFSinDdhkV8g7WRma73KSEQiErrH6-wMc2oKCvZVgEL1Nu8W9jP8FIAJiBOEmyh-ZuCDVwkG1Bdz0w0EOHGto1caP872G_yCAjGfbQVH4ZSXN5qHUVUJc9lj/s1600-h/12_13_56---Flowers_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXWQecgejd9c0AVK0xnKeYRFSinDdhkV8g7WRma73KSEQiErrH6-wMc2oKCvZVgEL1Nu8W9jP8FIAJiBOEmyh-ZuCDVwkG1Bdz0w0EOHGto1caP872G_yCAjGfbQVH4ZSXN5qHUVUJc9lj/s320/12_13_56---Flowers_web.jpg" /></a></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Teen;">Chosen Generation~<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: black; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Teen;">Realizing that love is an act leads to the fact that love is an act<i>ion</i>, and not just words. How simple life and consanguinity would be if love was just words. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Teen;">But – at the same time how barren our subsistence would be. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Teen;">You see, just as any child will eventually get sick of candy and long for casserole (as the Bible puts it – we will tire of milk and yearn for meat), so will you.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: black; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Teen;">This is true of both our spiritual and of our physical relationships – anyone can “talk the talk,” but only the committed will truly “walk the walk.” Commitment cannot be defined as a one time decision, but as a life long pursuance.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Teen;">True love takes the time to do the work necessary. True love will joyfully accept the required action, no matter how strenuous, or how tiring.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Teen;">1 John 3: 18 explains how Christians are charged to love:<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: black; margin: 0in 45pt 0in 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;"><i><span style="font-family: Teen;">“My little children, let us not love in word or in tongue, but in deed and in truth.</span>"<o:p></o:p></i></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: black; margin-right: 45pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: black; margin-right: 45pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Teen;">As I gaze around at the people engaged in my life, my poisoned brain thinks only of what I can get out of them, and not what I can <i>give </i>them. But as one prays for renewing of the mind God will open their eyes, and they will see that every single person – whether it be family, friends, or someone at Wal-mart – gives them an opportunity to serve through love.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: black; margin-right: 45pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Teen;"> The work clothes of pure and selfless love may not be your favorite to wear, but the Lord promises that they will never go out of style when the season changes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: black; margin-right: 45pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Teen;">To you, dressing in love may seem tedious, maybe even disgusting – but love works in a way such that the more often you put on that outfit and <i>purposefully endeavor to <b>truly love</b></i>, the more beautiful it will become on you. The Love of Christ is an outfit that doesn’t look better depending on your hair or on your makeup – but on your heart.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;"></span></span>Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-62600088131374338232009-09-17T23:11:00.000-07:002009-09-17T23:11:24.410-07:00I'm not looking forward to class tomorrow, because I miss Credo.<br />
And you Credo girls (because the boys are LAME - and if you guys read this, no offese - but talking once in a while would help) should comment and tell me how boring class is without the class clown.... or whatever I am. The smart class clown? The Killer of the Innocent? The Most Creative Writer Ever regarding Strange Subjects? Did you know that Neutrogena contains ox bile? This is why you need me. A fact you will never use again, yet it will be ingrained and irk your mind for the next twenty years.<br />
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Sarah to the Third Power<br />
"Forgath," "You there!," and "Hey," works also.Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-23702410294094703272009-09-16T17:10:00.001-07:002009-09-29T10:16:25.649-07:00There's no reason this should have a subject<div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Things I did or learned today:</span></span></span></o:p><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">1. Roman history is interesting - at least the war parts. But then, that's most of it, so it is interesting.</span></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">2. My mom prefers helping my elementary aged siblings more. Must be because it's easier.</span></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">3. I'm hungry, it's 3:40, I haven't eaten lunch. But I usually don't manage to eat lunch till 5pm anyway. So that's normal.</span></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">4. I shut off my phone alarm this morning, and thus didn't get up till 9:30....which wasn't a good deal. Why do I use my phone alarm? Because my mom stole my real one, and it’s just so much fun to wake up to my little sister banging on my locked door in the morning begging (screaming works also) me to turn Déjà Vu off. She’ll have to deal, because she’s the one who doesn’t wake to the alarm </span></span><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">right next to her head</span></span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">. Seriously - I’m a deep sleeper and I woke up to her’s and shut it off.</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">5. Math is cool, and boring.</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">7. I really do abhor science, and I haven’t even done it yet today.</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">8. I started writing this at 3:40, but somehow it’s not 6:09 because I went to eat. Rise/bean/salsa/beef burrito = so good, and I’m really full.</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #674ea7;">9. I've decided I'll recharge my blog every month. I'm cool like that.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">10. I want a left-handed guitar. I found a beautiful purple one, but it’s Daisy Rock, and I can’t afford it right now. I want Fender…. But they only come in the normal colors.</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #674ea7;">11. If you actually payed attention to the things I just said, you hopefully noticed that there was no #6. Anyway.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">12. Right now you should be questioning why you spent time reading this.</span></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Your answer?:P</span></span></span><br />
</div>Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-30565745282166078562009-09-15T20:39:00.000-07:002009-09-16T12:20:10.396-07:00Love - Emotional or Mental?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-Bk_gt3Jsp1yvasge4OrZzaUpUTXkRw0CIgwtuWq0FyWFPAHojph5u8_b50F4RlbfHSPiSt-bBKxKeek_QXDz4cJIKGV_JIpkJlt9obe6GhMCO1aaM3Tg-EM5LWkaHQ6QH3wdAwEyq3-/s1600-h/IMG_9212_copy_copy.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 129px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-Bk_gt3Jsp1yvasge4OrZzaUpUTXkRw0CIgwtuWq0FyWFPAHojph5u8_b50F4RlbfHSPiSt-bBKxKeek_QXDz4cJIKGV_JIpkJlt9obe6GhMCO1aaM3Tg-EM5LWkaHQ6QH3wdAwEyq3-/s320/IMG_9212_copy_copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381914923888519410" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Chosen Generation~</span></span></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm studying the fruit of the Spirit right now, and am working through love.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Last night I noticed several things that I've either overlooked, or just never noticed about love.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Have you ever noticed how many times the word "love" is used in both the New and the Old Testaments? I tried looking up </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">how </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">many, but ostensibly, people seem to have very different counts, so I couldn't trust any as truly reliable sources.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">One of the first questions about love is how we are to love. To a Christian that answer may seem blatant, but it requires deeper searching to truly define such an amazing thing. But, as a basis, what is that unmitigated answer? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That, "as a child of God, we are to love others in the way that we see it modeled by God and His Son (A Young Woman's Walk with God, Elizabeth George)."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In search of passages that "prove" this truth, I find it repeated over and over again. Usually, when God repeats something - that means it's important. Just thought you'd like to know.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ephesians 5:</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">2: </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And walk in love, as Christ also has loved us and given Himself for us, an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweet-smelling aroma.</span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">John 15:1</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">2: </span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is My commandment, that you love one another as I have loved y</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ou.</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Matthew 22:39: </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And the second is like it: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’</span></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Luke 6:27: </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“But I say to you who hear: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you..."</span></span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So, in a nutshell, we are to love as Christ loves, love how we ourselves wish to be loved, and be forgiving.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In short, Christ-like love is nothing like what we see modeled in this world.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Many people consider themselves in love merely because of fleeting fancies, one time glimpses, and "love at first sight." But real love takes work. It takes effort, not just eyes. Jesus was and is the greatest Lover of all time, yet for some reason I doubt that He would be one you would immediately pick out from a crowd and declare undying faithfulness to.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU8SJvQMKr5_aiCZx2tNmCuu4_VBcUpHbJf3F7IG6KycrZoS9e1fKcWBwYC6VhTV_vvfB4Mls1p631IgbpwYRlgBjBY2kElZyVD4FRnLYSQ7keAh0MKTm81p0iICyUE_NZ-C69kQXTSi94/s320/showing-love_8-1.gif" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381914932602188962" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Love doesn't happen.</span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Love grows, like a plant. The more you care and work with a plant, the stronger and healthier it will become. I don't know the percentage, but for most of those people who experience "love at first sight" - that love fails within a matter of months, weeks, maybe even minutes. You can be angry I said that, it's okay with me if you are. But deep inside, you too know that to experience a good result in any one thing, whether it be school, life, or relationships - one must work and “put his hand to the plow.” As the old adage goes, "good things never come easy."</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I've established that love takes work, now realize that </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">love is an act of the will</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Love.</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What part of speech is it?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A verb.</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yes, but what kind?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">An action verb…</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Exactly.</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Love takes action - work is action, and will is action. But, keep in mind that I'm not only referring to erotas, but also to agape, philia, storge, etc (if you don't know the meaning's of these words, go</span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_words_for_love"><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style=" text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonecolor:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonecolor:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">here</span></span></a></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">).</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As this book reiterates, it's hard to love under stressful conditions, yet that's where most of life occurs. Joy, you say. But it's time to face facts, so grow up (don't worry - I'm more immature than anyone reading this, that I can assure you). Anyway, it's at these times that love is most important, not the</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">receiving</span></span></i></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">of love, but the</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">giving</span></span></i></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">of it.</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What, you say. I'm tired, my body aches, my stomach is in pain, my head hurts - and I'm supposed to continue to</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">give?</span></span></i></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">How do you think our Lord Jesus felt on the cross, with nails in His hands and feet, blood dripping like you would never imagine?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Christian love is an act of will, a deliberate effort that we </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">can make only by the grace of God.</span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A Young Woman’s Walk with God</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> states,</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"so we choose to:</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- give love when we want to withhold,</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-reach out to others when we are tired and want to rest,</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-serve when we want to be served, and</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-help others when we ourselves are hurting."</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A tall order? Of course, but with Jesus, impossible is nothing.</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This kind of love comes only from our dear Savior, without Him we are nothing, and have no ability to even understand love.</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In conclusion, love is not emotional, but an act of the will. A very important difference.</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Well, I should go to bed, tomorrow I'll talk about Principle #2: </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Love is action, not just words.</span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">By the way, did you know that there's a word called "antediluvian"? *shakes head in wonder* Just in case you'll ever have use for it, here's the definition for your arsenal:"</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">1</span></span></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">:</span></span></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">of or relating to the period before the flood described in the Bible</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">2 a</span></span></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">:</span></span></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">made, evolved, or developed a long time ago." (Merriam-Webster)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was first used in 1646, so I’m hoping someone’s heard of it…</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Now that you can write a better paragraph, unlike the ones I just quickly scribbled, I can go to bed in peace.:P</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Impossible is Nothing</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Be a World Changer</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:13.0pt;color:#333333;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></span></div>Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-37938820237352046552009-09-09T06:41:00.000-07:002009-09-09T10:14:07.989-07:00In the Light<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFXJTACtioyRK-xnY1vxOO6oBcKfDh-6bk9A3ADwxAz_AEUz444fCLf8MenAmdRgZdPERKraceAmd4A5TZWfrgrCIgyUxk19-5QnWhQUNucZTKHKRwN6BbGP1KBlOzZ01RdyvWzGSl3ZSJ/s1600-h/article-0-0575A7AC000005DC-176_634x422_popup.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFXJTACtioyRK-xnY1vxOO6oBcKfDh-6bk9A3ADwxAz_AEUz444fCLf8MenAmdRgZdPERKraceAmd4A5TZWfrgrCIgyUxk19-5QnWhQUNucZTKHKRwN6BbGP1KBlOzZ01RdyvWzGSl3ZSJ/s320/article-0-0575A7AC000005DC-176_634x422_popup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379476808147991538" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> Chosen Generation~~~</div><div>So - I have a nice long post I'm working on (I really truly am), because I got a wonderful idea while photographing my sister's dead roses. Morbid? Not really. But you may feel so after you've read it... which would be after I write it. Anyways...</div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">I wanted to share the following, because I think it's pretty much amazing - and if you could tell, I didn't write it.:)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Thanks Maresa for letting me use it. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQvb42sqBwy1UwkE0eX-iewpCohDGaBsHW8xXq0LTxtk4IBq_VryU6EYK5z2ZFIwjyqKL7Ga9YiVZTxiGpniNC05f7GnhGCuV27lq4r7d1c1uf2pUq7fy5nH87W5xZw0zF6IrZEs-hQYN/s320/article-1195215-05766320000005DC-358_634x636.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379468369531805426" /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=154654540729">In The Light</a></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'times new roman';font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">city lights ignite some fire at night, and i feel alive. the clock reads 10:44 and i realize that it's only an hour and sixteen minutes away. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">that we'll have made it.and there are lots of things to say, but none of them really sum it up.<br />and all i can feel is grace, and love, and hope, and i swear its almost tangible.<br />one minute at a time, one hour at a time, one day at a time.<br />and we are still here and our breaths still come out clear and my heart is still beating, strong and fast.<br />and tonight that is enough.<br />it's enough to just breathe. it's enough to just live. to be. to feel overwhelmed with love and joy andhope and change and growth. and pride.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">and fear. a big amount of fear.but tonight, and tomorrow, i can let that go. i can breathe.<br />we can breathe. breathe grace, healing, love, redemption, freedom, laughter, inspiration, hope, change, and feeling.<br />tonight i am reminded that we were made for more. that it is okay to mourn, but it is also okay to dance. and tomorrow it will be okay to laugh and live and recount and rejoice together.<br />tomorrow, like we have for the past several months, we trade pain for healing, secrets for truth, and death for life.<br />and there's a big part of me that believes that as we party here on earth, Jesus and all of His angels are celebrating up in heaven, too. and it is the best feeling.<br />so. thank you. for reminding me that i never walk alone. for being there. for rescuing me, for being the physical hands of Christ in my life.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">the city lights are bright tonight, and i'm reminded that life, too, can be bright. in the little things that provide solitary moments of joy. in the smaller bits that make up the big picture. in grace, in love, in redemption. i believe it tonight.<br />i hope you believe it too.</span></span></span></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN5kiX8sMUflCF1J7BmLx2kYrffqbnxnXFeeJ6Hd5WaXDZO2eRzufRh2mFAGXTMLYLf30w93X1h-aUhvLqXTk52Ttwyvm40WRHTSMGACprKX5sveHo6S_aHmqFO4N6ErgJdMfzbxT5an2o/s320/aurora-Borealis_canada_T6176.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 107px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379468975484022178" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Well, I have </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">a lot of Chem to go do, for which I'm seven minutes late.:)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">~IiN~</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">-Be a World-Changer-</span></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJfupcY7GwoERZpXHgWOduwwdkxVZeWoT0eIHxLbL36dw3CvwbohWwkmCWp2jCWF5G82DOOxFvdq2qId21-smZ846pxjecI3GgXnB_vwkA64TAhQp4jmZMlRCvfSd8mpwzjZdaValBljQN/s320/img020.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 268px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379475719763415778" /></span></span></span></div>Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-8609948256909592942009-09-02T12:14:00.000-07:002009-09-02T22:24:30.952-07:00Redo<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7mBkA0UJxCOc3KZ402CESVZEbhW7mI5AcasUvb5ylvbJdWUrDADDrJ46BDQ_bwJxU0SMhwYIbEy1S52rXjaRz5HFx4HMUD9fBkMwYV0SCBdqbvijZh3Vov64OJ7GeP9KxdmuDNA5d-fgt/s320/DC_RodeoPrincess.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377049717809366146" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Like the new look?</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I want to thank one of my good friends, *the very cute* Jessica McKinney for messing around and making it amazing yesterday.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">You can visit her family's blog (that she also designed) at http://mckinneycattlecompany.blogspot.com.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Jess - awesome choice of music.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#000066;">Oh, and also, Jessica just completed her 2008-2009 reign as Douglas County's Fair Princess, check her out:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#000066;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">~ImpossibleisNothing~</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">-Be a World-Changer-</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">S.L.</span></span></span></div></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#000066;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#000066;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUfLgR7kyr393CjzXPeZRMJ7UKtWKXUxZvOrMzDX-nVQT-3jJUytfnoFchclb3UQF8GFeWdvPidtqYjvCZzTPsdbR0GRV8Rk-y0qsDK0Q4cakllJEn08W4K0f2DyQQwkITpZ5R3qmj_7_M/s320/DSC08833.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377106431893543666" /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014243297192987325.post-9839146957733682122009-09-02T01:54:00.000-07:002009-09-02T01:56:58.939-07:00Crazy Me....So I just followed 47 blogs with interests similar to my own, in the hope that you'll enjoy my blog, learn something from it and grow closer to God.<div>So if you were like, "I don't know this person....." You don't.</div><div>The End.</div><div>SarahLydia needs to sleep.</div>Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054973433481859772noreply@blogger.com2