<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171</id><updated>2012-01-22T20:56:55.785-06:00</updated><category term='tomlin'/><category term='human trafficking'/><category term='Save us'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='movies'/><category term='comedy'/><category term='grace'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='purpose'/><category term='light'/><category term='death'/><category term='ultimate'/><category term='chris tomlin hello love you lifted me out'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='pray'/><category term='easter'/><category term='facing the giants'/><category term='war'/><category 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I am someone who cannot settle for ordinary.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-3186391159147484576</id><published>2011-12-25T00:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T00:56:25.929-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Came'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>This Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cw7fhyERTp4/TvbHaFRTjRI/AAAAAAAAARg/1uHyPTYx93o/s1600/christmas%2B2011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cw7fhyERTp4/TvbHaFRTjRI/AAAAAAAAARg/1uHyPTYx93o/s200/christmas%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689954430134488338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He came. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That is itself amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just those two words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If I take the time to stop and focus on each one... the implications are astounding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;First, "He" - THE One. The One who was there from the beginning. The One through Whom all things were made and hold together. He was and is IT. The only One who could create us. The only One who could save us. HE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"CAME" - He didn't just reach a hand down or just speak a command, He came. He grew in a human form for 9 months and came, flesh of Our flesh, with the breath of God Almighty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Humble. Lowly. Unrecognized. Purposeful. Divine. Holy. Small but so Great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Living, breathing, growing, familiar with our struggles from the start. But perfect, Holy spotless, able to take our punishment. HE CAME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He stepped in. Fully. Lived out a life. Fully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That night angels came to proclaim the wonder that was taking place. They proclaimed glad tidings to Earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*" 'Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.' Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“Glory to God in the highest heaven, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Our World today is not filled with peace or "goodwill" towards men. But neither was the world Jesus came into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;He came into a world of scared Kings with murderous hearts. He came to danger, to dirt, to a world that didn't understand, to a world that rejected Him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;He came to a world that has eyes but cannot see, ears but cannot hear. He came with HOPE-something we all need. He came to *proclaim good news to the poor, freedom for the prisoners, recovery of sight for the blind, to set the oppressed free,  and to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;So the angels proclaimed peace into what was a turbulent situation. But, God was on the scene, He who IS Peace has COME. Therefore, we have peace, He brought it and He gave it. Not as the World gives**...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Christmas was the night that peace came. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Peace spoken over a world in chaos. Peace for the hearts wandering, empty, lonely, looking for Truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;On Christmas Peace CAME TO STAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Peace Himself came to bridge the gap between us and God. We who accept Him are now AT peace with God. Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Peace was truly "on earth" when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;HE CAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;*Luke 2, Luke 4 NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;** John 14:27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="22" align="center" class="mainbk" style="background-color: rgb(185, 227, 255); font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td class="bluebk3" width="98%" style="background-color: rgb(249, 253, 255); background-image: url(http://scripturetext.com/lline.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat repeat; "&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" class="btext" height="20"   style=" color: rgb(0, 19, 32); line-height: 22px;  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-3186391159147484576?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/3186391159147484576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=3186391159147484576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/3186391159147484576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/3186391159147484576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-christmas.html' title='This Christmas'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cw7fhyERTp4/TvbHaFRTjRI/AAAAAAAAARg/1uHyPTYx93o/s72-c/christmas%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-2993837202327161477</id><published>2011-12-12T21:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T21:35:23.074-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='looking up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I feel alive when I have hope, when I look up, when I have purpose, when I think of what CAN BE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I feel dead when I seem stuck in a monotonous cycle...Working for what will not last. Living shackled to paper this world blows away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I want purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I want Hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not glamour, But purpose. Hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I want You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You don't end. Your purposes don't end because of our "failed" dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Your Hope endures forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I want to live with Hope, with expectancy, with faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Where the past doesn't live in today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-2993837202327161477?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/2993837202327161477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=2993837202327161477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2993837202327161477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2993837202327161477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/12/alive.html' title='Alive'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-1559563290400397360</id><published>2011-11-19T23:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T23:32:29.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;Give me a life filled with purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rather than a life filled with with parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Give me a life full of inward vigor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rather than outward glamour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Give me a life that arouses the applause and rejoicing of Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;over the praises of men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-1559563290400397360?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/1559563290400397360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=1559563290400397360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1559563290400397360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1559563290400397360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/11/give-me.html' title='Give me'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-4925866577723905866</id><published>2011-11-19T22:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T23:22:04.835-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultimate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disciple'/><title type='text'>Ultimate Goals</title><content type='html'>Even if you call yourself a "Christian", if your ultimate goal of life is to be a "musician" or an "artist" or a "thinker" or a "you-fill-in-the-blank"&lt;div&gt;than you will conform more and more into the mold of that person or profession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if you have "Christian _____" tagged in front of what you want to be, you will still conform to what is expected, or accepted or popular, or just "the thing" to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, we as "Christians" are not called to be "Christian musicians" or "Christian Artists" as if it were some kind of title... we are called to be DISCIPLES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are called to become conformed more and more to the image of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A disciple's actions and morals are not shaped by the culture or country they live in. Their beliefs of what is acceptable are not shaped by those around them. Their image is not shaped by the mold of their profession. Their beliefs, values, their very person is shaped by the Word of God. Which doesn't change and will not pass away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many Christians don't like to accept the fact that Christ's ways are very different, usually polar opposite of the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can we be successful in the world if we don't accept it's ways?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, #1. If your ultimate goal is to be successful &lt;i&gt;in this world,&lt;/i&gt; than you are living for the wrong purpose, the wrong time and place! And you haven't caught what it means to be a disciple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and #2. God's ways are HIGHER than our ways. All things exist through Him, for Him and because of Him. If we can't trust in Him to have the best, the highest quality designs, ideas etc, etc, then who is there to trust?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are called to be disciples...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-4925866577723905866?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/4925866577723905866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=4925866577723905866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/4925866577723905866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I feel most alone when I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;'cause you shut me out and tear me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;just when I'm trying to break through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;O I try to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;O I try to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Try to stay true, try to be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;How is it that I'm still the one with nobody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Is it really me, or is it really them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;O I try to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;O I try to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's hard not to fall and run after what might love me for just a little while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Make me feel wanted, held... not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Wondering , "Do you see me for me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;My outside is crumbling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;my insides aren't working right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;How am I then, supposed to be me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Nothing I do is fixing this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;when will You, please start fixing this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;O I try to be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;O I try and try and try to be so strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh the things we do not to be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, when it feels like nobody knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, when it feels like no one else feels the same...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh! I said! I said! "oh, and if they are all like that, I will STILL HAVE YOU... I will still have You."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I know you're here cause I can see your whispers, even tho I'd like a shout, I'm hanging on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;O I still have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;But, I feel so alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;O I try to be so strong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;tears are falling from the right out of all this pain in my sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;All I thought was You wasn't right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Thankful for the fallback,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;but looking for the next steps in sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh God, uncloud my eyes and take every self centered ambition from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;But, please, I just don't want to be misunderstood, alone, ostracized...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;O I try to be... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-2854249360564623851?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/2854249360564623851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=2854249360564623851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2854249360564623851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2854249360564623851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/11/tonight.html' title='tonight'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-7255398896740090328</id><published>2011-10-08T22:43:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T22:53:46.593-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;veryone, my awesome, amazing, fantastic, one-of-a-kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 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Respond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a&gt;                ♥♥♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-7255398896740090328?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/7255398896740090328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=7255398896740090328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7255398896740090328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7255398896740090328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/10/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-4054295452244732903</id><published>2011-09-26T23:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T00:00:24.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE is 100%</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last January I wrote this post:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a&gt; http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-started-off-this-year-by-attending.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt; about DO SOMETHING NOW.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPdJwg8y7YY/ToFYKoVgB5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/DCCgz34jVXs/s320/dosomethingnow.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656899546603587474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I heard the Do Something Now thrust for Passion 2012 (And if you don't know what that is - it's basically a generation of college students choosing to live to make Jesus famous, The passion conference is January 2-5 2012 at the GA Dome - BE. THERE.) Anywho, the trust for next year's Do Something Now is all for human slaves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are 27 Million slaves in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a huge, huge number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I hear about sex trafficking, it is mind boggling how wide spread it is. It is right in our very city, not all the way around the globe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This could seen unsurmountable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear people talking about "ending" sex trafficking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, yes, I want that! But... it seems so overwhelming...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I feel overwhelmed in life, it's natural for me to take a step back, rather than push forward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, we &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;can't&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; just stand by and do nothing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Than I realized, if we rescued ONE person, it might look like we are just scratching the surface...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It might look as tho it were only 1/1000th of the problem solved, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;but for that ONE person, it is 100%.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; It is everything, it is their entire world. Their entire life has been changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus said all of heaven rejoices over ONE lost soul that comes to life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus, in this massive world, full of faces we wiz by everyday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teach us the value you see in ONE life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The difference that we (ONE),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can make for them (ONE).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today I started collecting... every ONE means something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6McKWP-bJJg/ToFXp9mg5rI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Fed7OHMfaVM/s320/moeny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656898985376409266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are headed to the dome in January and we won't be empty-handed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a&gt;You can give here: &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;http://dosomethingnow.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt; Check it out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-4054295452244732903?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/4054295452244732903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=4054295452244732903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/4054295452244732903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/4054295452244732903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-is-100.html' title='ONE is 100%'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPdJwg8y7YY/ToFYKoVgB5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/DCCgz34jVXs/s72-c/dosomethingnow.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-7255893269530779971</id><published>2011-09-23T22:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T23:48:59.363-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='benjamin netanyahu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='israel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='un'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>For Israel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gE-hmafVows/Tn1gB5TfLmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/yvf0mLWYTaY/s1600/ISRAELI-FLAG-large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gE-hmafVows/Tn1gB5TfLmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/yvf0mLWYTaY/s320/ISRAELI-FLAG-large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655782292725902946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when typically I would be driving for work, I was in a quiet house, turned on the TV and was able to hear Benjamin Netanyahu address the UN this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankly, it was one of the best "political" speeches I have ever heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm angry reading all of the tweets from today of people bashing Israel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like people are always criticizing the things that are &lt;i&gt;right&lt;/i&gt;. I &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to believe beyond doubts what is true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to rely on God's revelation of truth and not peoples many varying opinions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so much respect for Benjamin Netanyahu. Lord, give Him wisdom and grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He speaks so frankly and genuinely. Unlike politicians, he seems so transparent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His entire speech had me captivated and I am so grateful I was able to hear it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have just gone on busily with my day, forgetting about this crucial moment in the middle east. And it's amazing how many people don't know what is going on, and who just lived their lives... oblivious, as this vital moment in history passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all make history every day. Some more publicly than others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This should not be a quote just for a speech made today, but rather a statement for life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I did not come here to win applause, I came to speak the truth."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;- Benjamin Netanyahu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and then he spoke and quoted what he was told before he came to begin serving by representing in the UN:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"you will be serving in a house of many lies.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; But, remember that even in the darkest place, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the light of a single candle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; can be seen far and wide."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you Lord, that truth and character are not completely forgotten or abandoned even tho it looks dark. Darkness accuses and attacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope will not be forsaken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;heritage. history. honor. I AM. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hope. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;And I will dwell among the children of Israel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;and will not forsake my people Israel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;1 Kings 6:13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-7255893269530779971?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/7255893269530779971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=7255893269530779971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7255893269530779971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7255893269530779971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/09/for-israel.html' title='For Israel'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gE-hmafVows/Tn1gB5TfLmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/yvf0mLWYTaY/s72-c/ISRAELI-FLAG-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-350990048656009127</id><published>2011-09-22T21:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T21:24:09.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the passed over under an overpass</title><content type='html'>To all the passed-over.&lt;div&gt;Laying under an overpass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All your broken hearts... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've watched your dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;roll and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fall and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crash &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like an old beer bottle on dirty pavement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too many pieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too hurtful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too dangerous to sort through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too impossible to be new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we speak through this art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth craftily disguised, a cover, a comforter to wounded, prideful souls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's vulnerable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's open. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the things that can't be said in regular word-by-words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, nobody really knows. Sometimes that's a lie, sometimes the opposite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O to go back to the days of possibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the pressure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bending and breaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black and white blending into grey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grass is dying, color's fading, light blinding eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've grown too thirsty in this desert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too cold in this frost...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is life buried deep beneath withered, frozen, broken forever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Green is brown, black is grey...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-350990048656009127?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/350990048656009127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=350990048656009127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/350990048656009127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/350990048656009127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/09/passed-over-under-overpass.html' title='the passed over under an overpass'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-6108540231202336835</id><published>2011-09-13T22:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T22:56:12.940-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destroy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worth dying for'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='army'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battle'/><title type='text'>Destroy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It began long ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;when darkness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;through it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;deceit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;captured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt; the hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;of the sons and daughters of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We looked for light...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; but we found only darkness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We searched for bright skies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; but walked in gloom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We fumbled like the blind along the wall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; feeling our way like people without eyes!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We were &lt;i&gt;destined to fall&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Even in the brightest days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We stumbled as if it were dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt; Among the living we were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like the dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;We looked for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;justice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;, but &lt;i&gt;it never came.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt; We looked for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt; rescue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt; but it was&lt;i&gt; far from us...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; So He,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; Himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; stepped in to save us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; ,,,with his long arm and justice to sustain him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt; He put on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;righteousness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;as armor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;salvation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;his helmet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He clothed himself with the robe of vengeance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and rapped himself in a cloak of divine passion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He slipped out of his royal garments,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; left eternity to enter time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;divinity to wrap himself in humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The sea of glass... for the ocean of separation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;he left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt; peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;, and for the first time felt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; Because the very hands that held the stars, were now sentenced to wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; scars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It was love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!...that purchased this traitors heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's what the prophets spoke about when they envisioned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt; light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;living in men once again......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this reason, I am legend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... predestined for greatness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;build for the final hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I was born for this!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with weapons in hand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;armor in place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I now march to the beat of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;different drum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;will break through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt; battle lines that have been drawn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;by discouragement and despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What more is left to be said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Time has met its end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; It's now or never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; Collision with me, myself and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You see, my mission today is clear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;awake the dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; So let freedom's song rage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"You're not abandoned!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; "You're not alone!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last day warriors, arise from yesterday's ash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and raise your fist with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; We are the army that is charging upon the land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Defeat is no longer and option. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In His victory...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; we stand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; we stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We rise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We give our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;We stand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;we rise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;we give our lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;i&gt; Destroy,&lt;/i&gt; Worth Dying For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PWkgfRi3Bkg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-6108540231202336835?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/6108540231202336835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=6108540231202336835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/6108540231202336835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/6108540231202336835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/09/destroy.html' title='Destroy'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-759086715090805044</id><published>2011-09-04T13:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T13:29:53.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fr7U0QY6I_M/TmPDkpWEhuI/AAAAAAAAAPg/xwGv5YBq4oE/s1600/photo-20.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); width: 1088px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="Bu" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="nH if" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="nH"&gt;&lt;div class="nH hx" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 8px; "&gt;&lt;div class="nH"&gt;&lt;div class="h7 ie nH oy8Mbf" style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="Bk" style="position: relative; margin-bottom: 10px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-right-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-left-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 226, 226); border-top-width: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 7px 7px; border-top-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-left-radius: 7px 7px; width: 839px; "&gt;&lt;div class="G3 G2" style="padding-top: 3px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-bottom-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-left-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-top-left-radius: 7px 7px; border-top-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-left-radius: 7px 7px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div id=":62"&gt;&lt;div class="HprMsc"&gt;&lt;div class="gs"&gt;&lt;div id=":60" class="ii gt" style="font-size: 13px; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 20px; position: relative; z-index: 2; "&gt;&lt;div id=":61"&gt;You know those seasons in life when you wish you where somewhere else?  While you wish to be in  another season and it's easy to go day after day just "waiting for your boat to come in"... just thinking about when life will be "different".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been there lately. I don't &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; where I am right now. But I would &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; to be somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy, as I go about my work and my everyday routine, to wish things were different. Wish I was there... wish I had this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":61"&gt;Just waiting on the world to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to feel like the everydays in these seasons are insignificant and simply something one must go through before they actually "make it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, God is a God of purpose and he can definitely see significance in insignificance.&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of wishing away this season my life, the ultimate goal (of bringing my creator glory), is better served by me surrendering to HIS purpose for &lt;i&gt;every&lt;/i&gt; day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":61"&gt;It is better served, if I choose to recognize His purposes exist, if I ask for my eyes to be open to those purposes and I live for something bigger than myself even in the mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If He is a God of purpose, He can see purpose in everything and He can make my everyday count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-1423442207963614226?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/1423442207963614226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=1423442207963614226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1423442207963614226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1423442207963614226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/08/waiting-on-world-to-change.html' title='waiting on the world to change'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-2613494942852819829</id><published>2011-08-15T22:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T22:32:20.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;Just felt the need to say thanks. For so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;You do so much for me that I don't even see and so much that I forget to thank you for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;How did I ever get someone like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;Amazing that I didn't even find you, instead, you found me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks for always being there for me. Even though sometimes I ignore you. I act out of some old bad habits, but you already know why. Sometimes I just make the wrong choices. Sometimes I try to do life without you and I think I'm okay... and then I realize how dull I can be, how stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;Still you're always there, the best friend anyone could ever ask for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks for always listening, even when I don't talk to you, and I should. Thank you for listening to my heart. Thank you for listening to what is going on around me and making me aware. You're always looking out for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;You've given so much already, but you keep on giving. You have no selfish motives. I never have to question your intentions. You are the truest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;What makes someone truly beautiful to me is who they are on the inside... their character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;Although I haven't seen you yet, I know you're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;We've been on this path for a while now, but it's a short journey compared to others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;I know you have far to take me yet. It's a relief to know that you will never be the one to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me be courageous enough to stay by your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks that I never have to be self-conscious around you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;I know you don't look at me with judging eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;I've told you how just one friend is all I want, thanks for never misunderstanding me. I never have to explain or think twice. Help me remember not to discount you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks for continuing to work on my behalf, even when I've given you the cold shoulder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks for not judging me even when I'm judging you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks for not treating me as I deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks for covering for me when I looked stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks for holding my hand when I was walking alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;Only you will ever know how much I need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;Thankfully, you can see my heart, so you truly know the difference you've made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm glad our relationship won't end in death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;Your death opened the door and your life makes mine a reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you, Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;Anna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-2613494942852819829?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/2613494942852819829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=2613494942852819829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2613494942852819829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2613494942852819829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-friend.html' title='Dear Friend'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-3968385588582404105</id><published>2011-08-12T20:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T21:05:42.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the long road</title><content type='html'>I've been waiting a long time for some...&lt;div&gt;and even longer for others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I start to feel bad, I kick myself, because I know others have it worse off than I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, honestly, right now, all I have is faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like it won't ever change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simply because I can't see hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't see growth or health or change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, It's hard when you can't find the answer to your problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't seem to fix it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's on your mind. all. the. time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause you don't feel like yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even you don't realize anymore... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, it's a pressure on your chest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, please, I can't fix it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, please, let me be whole again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, let me see some hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-3968385588582404105?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/3968385588582404105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=3968385588582404105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/3968385588582404105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/3968385588582404105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/08/long-road.html' title='the long road'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-5472607111041149837</id><published>2011-08-05T21:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T22:15:26.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>walking with new eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2Gvrv7U_-U/TjyxrPQ6JlI/AAAAAAAAAPY/mddL_0od6S8/s1600/blog2nite.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;table class="Bs nH iY" cellpadding="0" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); width: 1088px; position: relative; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="Bu" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="nH if" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="nH"&gt;&lt;div class="nH hx" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 8px; "&gt;&lt;div class="nH"&gt;&lt;div class="h7 ie nH oy8Mbf" style="padding-bottom: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;div class="Bk" style="position: relative; margin-bottom: 10px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-right-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-left-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 226, 226); border-top-width: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 7px 7px; border-top-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-left-radius: 7px 7px; width: 839px; "&gt;&lt;div class="G3 G2" style="padding-top: 3px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-bottom-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-left-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-top-left-radius: 7px 7px; border-top-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-left-radius: 7px 7px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div id=":2t"&gt;&lt;div class="HprMsc"&gt;&lt;div class="gs"&gt;&lt;div id=":2v" class="ii gt" style="font-size: 13px; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 20px; position: relative; z-index: 2; "&gt;&lt;div id=":2u"&gt;Had a wake up call today.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God, that I have two arms legs and two legs; a heart that works and a liver that works.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you that a still &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;table class="Bs nH iY" cellpadding="0" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); width: 1088px; position: relative; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="Bu" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="nH if" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="nH"&gt;&lt;div class="nH hx" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 8px; "&gt;&lt;div class="nH"&gt;&lt;div class="h7 ie nH oy8Mbf" style="padding-bottom: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;div class="Bk" style="position: relative; margin-bottom: 10px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-right-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-left-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 226, 226); border-top-width: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 7px 7px; border-top-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-left-radius: 7px 7px; width: 839px; "&gt;&lt;div class="G3 G2" style="padding-top: 3px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-bottom-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-left-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-top-left-radius: 7px 7px; border-top-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-left-radius: 7px 7px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div id=":2t"&gt;&lt;div class="HprMsc"&gt;&lt;div class="gs"&gt;&lt;div id=":2v" class="ii gt" style="font-size: 13px; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 20px; position: relative; z-index: 2; "&gt;&lt;div id=":2u"&gt;Thank you God, for those who don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":2u"&gt;Thank you God for those who live without something I take for granted and are better people in spite of their "disability",&lt;br /&gt;They love more, appreciate more, and have better attitudes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;table class="Bs nH iY" cellpadding="0" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); width: 1088px; position: relative; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="Bu" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="nH if" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="nH"&gt;&lt;div class="nH hx" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 8px; "&gt;&lt;div class="nH"&gt;&lt;div class="h7 ie nH oy8Mbf" style="padding-bottom: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;div class="Bk" style="position: relative; margin-bottom: 10px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-right-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-left-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 226, 226); border-top-width: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 7px 7px; border-top-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-left-radius: 7px 7px; width: 839px; "&gt;&lt;div class="G3 G2" style="padding-top: 3px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-bottom-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-left-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-top-left-radius: 7px 7px; border-top-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-left-radius: 7px 7px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="HprMsc"&gt;&lt;div class="gs"&gt;&lt;div class="ii gt" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 20px; position: relative; z-index: 2; "&gt;&lt;div id=":2u" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;My physical issues seem to ruin my world, but really, they are so small and insignificant because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":2u" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I have so much to be grateful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":2u" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2Gvrv7U_-U/TjyxrPQ6JlI/AAAAAAAAAPY/mddL_0od6S8/s200/blog2nite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637576189950961234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;table class="Bs nH iY" cellpadding="0" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); width: 1088px; position: relative; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="Bu" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="nH if" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="nH"&gt;&lt;div class="nH hx" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 8px; "&gt;&lt;div class="nH"&gt;&lt;div class="h7 ie nH oy8Mbf" style="padding-bottom: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;div class="Bk" style="position: relative; margin-bottom: 10px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-right-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-left-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 226, 226); border-top-width: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 7px 7px; border-top-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-left-radius: 7px 7px; width: 839px; "&gt;&lt;div class="G3 G2" style="padding-top: 3px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-bottom-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-left-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-top-left-radius: 7px 7px; border-top-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-left-radius: 7px 7px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="HprMsc"&gt;&lt;div class="gs"&gt;&lt;div class="ii gt" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 20px; position: relative; z-index: 2; "&gt;&lt;div id=":2u" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We think they're the ones who have it all, we feel pity when we see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;them&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, but who really has the fuller life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who lives life to the full potential? Is it those who have full use of their limbs or those whose hearts are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When will we learn the outside is just a shell and spending all our time on the exterior doesn't change anything in the grand scheme of things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":2u" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":2u" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, still when I see those, these words came to my mind, " I can't wait for the day when every lame leg will walk"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In your presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking with new eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":2u" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":2u" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":2u" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":2u"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(INSPIRED&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; by: a girl in a electric wheelchair who seemed much more satisfied than the kids with two strong limbs...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-5472607111041149837?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/5472607111041149837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=5472607111041149837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/5472607111041149837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/5472607111041149837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/08/walking-with-new-eyes.html' title='walking with new eyes'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2Gvrv7U_-U/TjyxrPQ6JlI/AAAAAAAAAPY/mddL_0od6S8/s72-c/blog2nite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-4622009886479890607</id><published>2011-07-31T22:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T22:40:41.463-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new creation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fierce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giving in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrendering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mindsets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battle'/><title type='text'>World War</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HRWRsLSr5JM/TjYgEPRhDZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Z8X6tr8UVjg/s1600/aaaa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HRWRsLSr5JM/TjYgEPRhDZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Z8X6tr8UVjg/s200/aaaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635727240892321170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;It's like trying not to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;all of the marquees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;walking down a narrow street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;all the flashing lights are blinding and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;skyscrapers are closing in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;It's like drowning slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;water rising till it's feet over your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;your thoughts channelled into the pull of the undertow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;same as everybody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;where is the truth that you should know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;It's like chugging the bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;or giving into the sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;or taking it through an I.V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;seeping into your pores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;comes at you fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;kills you slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT IF&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we shut off all the messages of this world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if our minds were truly rewired to think differently?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a command - what if I took this seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Do not be conformed to this world (this age), [fashioned after and adapted to its external, superficial customs], but be transformed (changed) by the [&lt;b&gt;entire&lt;/b&gt;] &lt;b&gt;renewal of your mind&lt;/b&gt; [by its &lt;b&gt;new ideals&lt;/b&gt; and its &lt;b&gt;new attitude&lt;/b&gt;], so that you may prove [for yourselves] what is the good and acceptable and perfect will of God, even the thing which is good and acceptable and perfect [in His sight for you]." rom12:2AMP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuff seeps in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our minds are clouded by the messages SCREAMING every day. It's in front of our eyes our ears, yet we are supposed to reach beyond this tangible life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What &lt;i&gt;they say&lt;/i&gt; is okay, is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am preaching to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we don't even realize how we have been shaped to think until the truth comes and hits us SMACK in the face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a tragedy it is going to be to finish this life only to see how warped our thoughts, therefore our beliefs and actions became! What a tragedy to see what falsities we became! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see what we missed out on becoming... what we missed out on changing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHILE we have THE Truth. The One and Only!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, this world's prince, this darkness, seems oh, so powerful. Oh so cunning, oh, so strong... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, we do not have to be overcome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, if we just sit back, defeat is inevitable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You won't even know what you've become until it's too late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's easy to slide on by on, "&lt;i&gt;Everyone else is doing it&lt;/i&gt;!" &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, watch any movie, even the world knows it takes someone DIFFERENT, someone often MISUNDERSTOOD to CHANGE. the. WORLD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all-too-easy to say "I'm too busy".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because the world is out there, right here at our fingers, ALL AROUND and &lt;i&gt;regeneration takes EFFORT. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying it's easy or fast... But, if I know it's worth much, I have to be willing to give, to go after it, why do I keep making excuses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is about WHO I AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can we preach the truth so well, when our lives &lt;i&gt;don't look like we believe&lt;/i&gt; what we explain with such eloquence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what would our lives be like if we decided to look differently. Let go of everything. Become new creations. Not stop seeking. Go after the new, hold onto truth. Turn our eyes away from all the lies, sugar coated...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What if we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stopped living for ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started serving without thought of gain, status, reputation, or the deservance of others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stopped feeding ourselves whatever feels good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stopped making excuses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;...Just Surrendered.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't grow tired in "well doing".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't want to fall back when it's time to rally. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to miss making history just because I was tired and dillutioned. It doesn't matter how I feel. It matters &lt;i&gt;how&lt;/i&gt; I believed, and &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt; I did with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;If this is war and I've picked a side&lt;/i&gt;, maybe I should wear my uniform, learn my weaponry and get into training... and winning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-4622009886479890607?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/4622009886479890607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=4622009886479890607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/4622009886479890607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/4622009886479890607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/07/world-war.html' title='World War'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HRWRsLSr5JM/TjYgEPRhDZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Z8X6tr8UVjg/s72-c/aaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-7729183959257108335</id><published>2011-07-29T12:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T12:16:12.205-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfishness'/><title type='text'>it's all about... me?</title><content type='html'>After spending the majority of my time these past weeks with children, it got me thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are so selfish!&lt;br /&gt;It seems they think the world revolves (or OUGHT TO revolve around them!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We adults know this self-exhaultation is an immature and nìeve concept, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If maturity is realizing, "it's actually not all about me."&lt;br /&gt;If maturity is looking out for the concerns of others, than how does this parallel my Christian walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us think we are mature in our walk with God, however, we still think like children? We still act like, "It's all about me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, I think this egotistical mindset comes because, we all have a need to be accepted, loved, and sought after. For many of us, that need was not met somewhere along the way. In our constant quest to fill that need, we become selfish and we act out of our insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may know that the world doesn't revolve around us, but we don't feel loved, valued or celebrated, therefore we consistently draw attention to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only would a person like this be hard to live with (and actually drive people away from them!) in the real world, but a person like this spiritually would fail to fulfill God's full potential for their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all about sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;It is not about me.&lt;br /&gt;Yet...&lt;br /&gt;First, I must see this unconditional love that Christ offers, or I will never overcome my insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;True change is change of the heart, not the actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of the cross is the amazing power of change. Not the power TO change alone. But the power to BE CHANGED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't rid myself of insecurities through self-help and positive thoughts alone. There will always be someone who tries to tear me down; there will be something that tries to take me backwards. So how can I live selflessly? How can I live the way God intended, the way he commands?&lt;br /&gt;How can I be a true follower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only through the power of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;It not only enables me to change.&lt;br /&gt;But, it does the changing I cannot do!&lt;br /&gt;It enables me to die to self and live in the truest joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I come and surrender. Believe. And allow myself to be filled up, then, I can be an instrument for His gospel.&lt;br /&gt;My goal won't be to be accepted or noticed or praised. I won't be after attention to fill the holes in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I will look more like Jesus who honored the Father every day and became the servant of all!&lt;br /&gt;He came not to be served, but to serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I should come everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't... too often, I act like this life; this Jesus is all about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think I'm a mature adult Christian, but I'd rather see who I really am. Even if that's just a kid who's learning, I'm infinitely loved and treasured.&lt;br /&gt;Jews wants to be number #1, He wants me to trust Him with childlike faith.&lt;br /&gt;In the maturity, I never want to lose the child that trusts, loves and believes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I believe, help me with my unbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the journey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-7729183959257108335?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/7729183959257108335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=7729183959257108335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7729183959257108335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7729183959257108335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-all-about-me.html' title='it&apos;s all about... me?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-8131652509092222268</id><published>2011-07-22T22:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T22:46:18.324-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>all the unnoticed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s7-o7mLrfPo/TipBg3gWNTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/S23obO3HC0Q/s1600/dryer%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s7-o7mLrfPo/TipBg3gWNTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/S23obO3HC0Q/s200/dryer%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632386316891469106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know what it's like to sit and wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"If I'm not there, would they even notice?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and know that they wouldn't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All the unnoticed, put your hands up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All you misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All of you whose hearts are bleeding out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am one of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All who feel alone, everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All who want to feel again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To know somebody cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To trust in arms that reach out for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hoping that one day, that dream could come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You're not hoping for a rainbow, but just one gleam of sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Take another chance now. Go ahead and take a bow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Believe we're beautiful even in our doubts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Believe we can, we will, we must... Believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All the unnoticed, put your hands up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All you misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All of you whose hearts are bleeding out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am one of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To all who would say, "I am in pain", if you could just be honest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It doesn't make you any less stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If they slap you down again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just get back up, you're stronger than they know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Believe we're beautiful even in our doubts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Believe we can, we will, we must... Believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-8131652509092222268?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/8131652509092222268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=8131652509092222268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/8131652509092222268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/8131652509092222268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/07/all-unnoticed.html' title='all the unnoticed'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s7-o7mLrfPo/TipBg3gWNTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/S23obO3HC0Q/s72-c/dryer%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-4263594596870744378</id><published>2011-07-21T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T23:07:14.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>power of music</title><content type='html'>The power of music is just blowing my mind. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it about music that is so powerful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It changes things; sets ideas in motion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It puts words in people's mouths and melodies in their heads...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music defines moments, decades, memories, countries, styles and beliefs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is universal, yet personal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kind of influence that music brings is unreal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Set words to music and people will sing it, little 5-year-olds will sing words even while they don't comprehend what they are saying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All because the words were set to music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a powerful tool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those in the industry have such a tool to use! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want that kind of influence! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Artists can write something extremely personal - it can be sad, happy, melancholy, angry, revengeful, gleeful... and other people, who have no idea what was truly felt during the birthing of the song, connect with the song in highly personal ways, it becomes &lt;i&gt;THEIR&lt;/i&gt; anthem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Thousands of people connecting with something. Thousands of people from all different places, beliefs, and backgrounds proclaiming the same words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All because they were put to music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Because those words were presented to a world full of people looking to &lt;i&gt;relate&lt;/i&gt;, looking to be &lt;i&gt;understood&lt;/i&gt;, looking for &lt;i&gt;hope&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;entertainment&lt;/i&gt;, something to &lt;i&gt;connect&lt;/i&gt; with; something to &lt;i&gt;rally around. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been given the amazing ability to express ourselves. The power of sounds and lyrics on people and our history is fascinating to me lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the mighty influence and voice that comes with a musical platform, comes even the ability to perpetrate the idea that you &lt;i&gt;DON'T&lt;/i&gt; need a microphone to have a "voice":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I don't need a microphone/ to say what I've been thinkin'/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;my heart is like a loudspeaker/ that's always on eleven/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;...Sometimes all it takes is one voice..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a dichotomy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a phenomenon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The power of music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-4263594596870744378?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/4263594596870744378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=4263594596870744378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/4263594596870744378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/4263594596870744378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/07/power-of-music.html' title='power of music'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-3442078559577869641</id><published>2011-07-19T21:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T21:42:14.913-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>It's time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;"This is your life/ are you who you want to be?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am I who I want to be?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Given, I do tend to see the bad things about me and feel guilty focusing on the good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But, still, I can do this. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am not alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even though it feels like it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've got You, and that's all I'll ever need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now, if I can just live like that is true...because, it sure is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Give me strength to move ahead, not backwards and down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Give me strength to go against the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Give me strength to desire Your will, not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div class="quote long" style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"Above all else I crave for innocence and purity and even though it’s rarely around, it’s indeed right in front of my eyes and the trick is to see it. So what am I waiting for? It’s time to stop waiting. Because loving the world is the same as hating God. The equation is obvious. It’s time to change." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote long" style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;-Adam Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote long" style="text-align: left;font-weight: bold; padding-top: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote long" style="text-align: left;font-weight: bold; padding-top: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote long" style="text-align: left;font-weight: bold; padding-top: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:georgia;"&gt;Any choice, or ability, I only have because God chose to give it to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote long" style="text-align: left;font-weight: bold; padding-top: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:georgia;"&gt;so... &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;"what am I waiting for? It's time to stop waiting... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote long" style="text-align: left;font-weight: bold; padding-top: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's time to change."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="text-align: left;padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-3442078559577869641?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-7121276921909058089</id><published>2011-07-16T20:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T14:59:27.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;let my focus be singular.&lt;br /&gt;let my affections be undivided.&lt;br /&gt;let my feet be undiverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let my heart be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-7121276921909058089?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/7121276921909058089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=7121276921909058089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7121276921909058089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7121276921909058089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/07/one.html' title='One'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-370928542815557340</id><published>2011-07-12T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T11:49:29.329-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternity'/><title type='text'>it's ticking</title><content type='html'>Seconds to minutes &lt;br /&gt;Minutes to hours&lt;br /&gt;Hours to days &lt;br /&gt;Days to weeks&lt;br /&gt;Weeks to months&lt;br /&gt;Months to years&lt;br /&gt;Years to...a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;A lifetime to...&lt;br /&gt;eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes minutes decide the rest of your earthy existence; If you let the moment when someone wounded you define you for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes moments (seconds) &lt;br /&gt;Define eternity (forever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is ticking&lt;br /&gt;Every second does count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-370928542815557340?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/370928542815557340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-4412056769807555362</id><published>2011-07-11T20:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:10:21.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>azure celestial sphere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have to avoid being so caught up in wanting love that I forget the things I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; love that are gifts every single day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it is exhilarating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's fascinating to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I could take pictures of just the sky and be happy except for the fact that the camera never really captures the full effect of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;grander&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MNUNOJiWmfg/ThurUyddM1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/bXTCnG4dPe4/s1600/clouds2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MNUNOJiWmfg/ThurUyddM1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/bXTCnG4dPe4/s400/clouds2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628280532960621394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YpN7h6TH4JQ/Thur15llbNI/AAAAAAAAAPA/G6UAlHwgnRo/s400/CLOUDS%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628281101809446098" /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-4412056769807555362?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/4412056769807555362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=4412056769807555362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/4412056769807555362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/4412056769807555362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/07/azure-celestial-sphere.html' title='azure celestial sphere'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MNUNOJiWmfg/ThurUyddM1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/bXTCnG4dPe4/s72-c/clouds2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-2224267142999352754</id><published>2011-07-10T20:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T21:51:14.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i was not created to settle.</title><content type='html'>I was not created to settle. &lt;div&gt;I am not &lt;i&gt;settled&lt;/i&gt; when I am &lt;i&gt;settling&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I am only fighting against who I was created to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All it takes for a revival to happen is the Spirit of God and ONE person who wants it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; come and He &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; change you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Personal &lt;/i&gt;revivals - awakenings of the heart and spirit - are the most impacting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way God is so engaged in our little lives is mind boggling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Tell me, do we want more?/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cause we've heard the cry/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and we've come alive/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and we fight for love/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and we live to die...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;we've come alive tonight/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;we are the passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;we are the movement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;we are the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;we'll never lose it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-2224267142999352754?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/2224267142999352754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=2224267142999352754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2224267142999352754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>life goes on.</title><content type='html'>bands break up&lt;div&gt;products get discontinued &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and life goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people make you happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people make you sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people pass on before you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, life goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes it rains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes it pours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes the sky holds out and the ground threatens to crack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;and life goes on... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;...but sometimes it doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone's child died today, right in this very city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone's baby won't ever see the daylight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone's left crying and trying to say &lt;i&gt;goodbye&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and somewhere a baby was born, healthy, crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone's attempted suicide was stopped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone fell to their knees and found grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;change isn't fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God isn't shaken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is a gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heaven is a gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life will go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes it's the moment when you think&lt;i&gt; it's over;&lt;/i&gt; or you will &lt;i&gt;never find the strength&lt;/i&gt; to &lt;i&gt;stand&lt;/i&gt; back up or &lt;i&gt;keep on moving&lt;/i&gt; that makes you the strongest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-2834683294887920212?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/2834683294887920212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=2834683294887920212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2834683294887920212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><title type='text'>oh the roommates i've had...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K31vJjdfOzk/Thez6hreT4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/sLSHhmLHI2o/s1600/room%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K31vJjdfOzk/Thez6hreT4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/sLSHhmLHI2o/s320/room%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627164077477220226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I realize there is some risk to posting this on the great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;orld &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;eb (or is it the: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;wonderful world wagon...wisdom willing wanderer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;...west winter wasp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ehem, I digress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anywho, living with people is a joy and a challenge, some days are good, other experiences can be hell... (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;without the fire and worm, thankfully...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;FYI= I am writing this in a very facetious manner - I don't hate anyone, think of this as a comedic sketch. :-) You have been forewarned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Situation numero uno:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;me=17 yrs old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;them = 3 very different girls from around the U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;lasted 1 month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2 - snored like freight trains (this is not an exaggeration).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1 - slept 3 feet from me (whilst snoring like a freight train)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1 - stole my friends, threw their clothes on my side and talked incessantly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;all 3 complained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;oh, and there was a bag of rotten potatoes under our sink... you don't understand that reeking odor unless you've smelled it. (that part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; my fault).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Situation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5 girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1 - The engaged-to-be-married controlling, pessimist... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I couldn't even turn the light on when I woke up in the morning if she was sleeping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1 - Miss Post-Trib, Laughing, Bookworm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1 - Miss head-over-heals-in-love-emotional-inside-introvert-outside-extrovert-i-never-wash-my-sheets-etc-etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ah... and there were two others, but I think you get the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Situation #3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was in 1 ROOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;0nly for 5 weeks - Praise Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1- The facebook-poll taker, in love with the boy who lived above us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(would stand on bed and sing love to the ceiling) again, I say, non of this is made-up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;oh, and she called me a "heifer" ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and I laughed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1- Miss unadmitted-drama-queen-but-everyone-loves-me-cause-I-am-cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;After that I didn't have a school-roomate situation for a while, until&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;next- I lived with (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;#4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;) a girl, Beijing born and raised, (...and we had the same birthday).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Through all this there is my cousin, who knows me better than anyone beyond my immediate family, pretty much definitely my best friend, we have lived together on and off and I'm pretty sure at this point, we could work through anything and still love each other bonkers-much... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So, at least it's good to know there is hope ;-). Because, at some point, here I'm going to willingly agree to marry a man I love and then will come...living in a house with him... sharing a kitchen, bathroom and bedroom...Well, Praise the Lord that love covers a multitude of sins! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;joking, joking ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Praise the Lord for his present provision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I don't know where I'm going to live in a few months, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;don't know if I'll have roommates or live alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But, God promised to provide, so I will believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-2227766823560005604?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/2227766823560005604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=2227766823560005604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2227766823560005604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2227766823560005604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-roommates-ive-had.html' title='oh the roommates i&apos;ve had...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K31vJjdfOzk/Thez6hreT4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/sLSHhmLHI2o/s72-c/room%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-1890300501285435980</id><published>2011-07-07T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T18:31:35.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>twirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gK8-dLFWLOI/ThZA_FTYD_I/AAAAAAAAAOo/exGfbhdJrSI/s1600/twirl1%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gK8-dLFWLOI/ThZA_FTYD_I/AAAAAAAAAOo/exGfbhdJrSI/s320/twirl1%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626756236945395698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;writing makes me feel alive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;... &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;twirling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt; is one of my favorite things to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;just wanted to put that out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:small;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-1890300501285435980?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/1890300501285435980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=1890300501285435980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1890300501285435980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1890300501285435980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/07/twirl.html' title='twirl'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gK8-dLFWLOI/ThZA_FTYD_I/AAAAAAAAAOo/exGfbhdJrSI/s72-c/twirl1%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-1234289184678069398</id><published>2011-07-06T17:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T17:22:44.300-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love'/><title type='text'>true love exists.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know every woman needs to believe she's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Even if men tell her she is... it wont make a difference unless she believe it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know every woman wants to believe she is beautiful to men, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; deep down... she wants to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;loved, known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;accepted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; for who she is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;beyond skin depth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly we girls have been told to believe, from our shallow society, that we'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; get love for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;outward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; from these guys who only care about their body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men have got to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Women have got to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; have to stand up and face reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beauty could be destroyed in an instant&lt;br /&gt;Guys have got to stop ranking girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls have got to stop faking and fearing.&lt;br /&gt;We have to gain our security from God and shine from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;inside out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Enough with our fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;True love exists, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;beyond fireworks, stomachs butterflies, or racing heartbeats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;True love exists. It exists in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, a commitment, a battle, a decision.&lt;br /&gt;In sacrifice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It exists in the long run, not the snap shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-1234289184678069398?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/1234289184678069398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=1234289184678069398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1234289184678069398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1234289184678069398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/07/true-love-exists.html' title='true love exists.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-3160596062058134016</id><published>2011-07-05T17:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T17:54:42.957-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='part'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>part of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;part of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;wants...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;abandon this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;and fly above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;to another world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;where i belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;i'm such an alien here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-05uTHCbwJD4/ThOT7wUCu7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/eLPyGPd33LU/s1600/jacob%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-05uTHCbwJD4/ThOT7wUCu7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/eLPyGPd33LU/s200/jacob%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626003014306413490" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;part of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;the race isn't over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;even tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;the battle is won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;my time's not done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;this part wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;to stay and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;just.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ae4hqx8HvF0/ThOV5bQOt_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/6X6hnbDMG9k/s200/bird%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626005173316794354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;be all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;live with eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;open wide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;part of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;this part of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;cries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;awaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;part of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-3160596062058134016?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/3160596062058134016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=3160596062058134016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/3160596062058134016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/3160596062058134016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/07/part-of-me.html' title='part of me.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-05uTHCbwJD4/ThOT7wUCu7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/eLPyGPd33LU/s72-c/jacob%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-4503044719095311403</id><published>2011-07-04T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T23:03:19.692-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calvinism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='armeniaism'/><title type='text'>unity?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"My prayer is not for them &lt;i&gt;(the disciples)&lt;/i&gt; alone. I pray also for those who will believe in me though their message, that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in You&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May they also be in us so that the world may believe that you have sent me. I have given them the glory that you gave me, that they may be &lt;b&gt;one &lt;/b&gt;as we are &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt;: I in them and you in me.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;May they be bought to &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;complete &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;unity&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;let the world know&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;you sent me&lt;/span&gt; and have&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;loved them&lt;/span&gt; even as you have&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; loved me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;i&gt;Prayer of Jesus&lt;/i&gt;, John 17:20-23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I get so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when I see how much we are segregated and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;divided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the body of Christ. I wish we could truly be all-in-this-together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wish we were not divided by doctrine, theology and differing scriptural interpretation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wish it could be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be a Christ-follower and that we were not segregated into other groups - subcultures within "Christendom".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't despise particular denominations - I simply cannot stand the different amount of views there are in competition - DIVIDING US - within this church...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What is ridiculous to me is this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Many of the doctrines which divide us WILL NOT MATTER once we all get to heaven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i.e. the doctrine of salvation &lt;/i&gt;is a HUGE dividing factor in the church! Calvinists, Armenians, and all in-between!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. If we ARE sharing the gospel while we are on this earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. We WILL all (both sides) be in heaven together -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;then - WHY does it even matter??? God's will and purpose will be carried out regardless of what we believe about HOW OR WHY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jesus prayed for us to be unified (there, we would be the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;strongest witness to the world&lt;/span&gt;); I see us as the opposite of unified...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There, obviously, has got to be one truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Obviously, both sides of these arguments use scripture to "back-up" their interpretations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AND both believe they are right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Frankly, I don't believe man can fully comprehend or explain God's ways...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What we thought won't matter in the end. There won't be a crown for the Calvinists or the Armenians declaring "who was right", we will&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; be on our knees in AWE before our Creator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't misunderstand me, what we believe here IS crucial because it shapes our view of God and effects the way we live, but these beliefs that become dividing forces are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; advancing the cause of Christ or the gospel of Jesus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;This saddens and frustrates me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wish it was a perfect world where we all got along. I feel like if any of us should be at peace and IN love with one another, it should be US (those who claim to know Him).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want to pray, like Jesus did, for us to be brought into unity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But, when I first thought of praying, my first reaction was to brush off the idea, because &lt;i&gt;unity seems too far gone. &lt;/i&gt;I don't see it getting better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But then I thought - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jesus (God himself) prayed for us to be brought into unity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God &lt;i&gt;already&lt;/i&gt; could see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;how we would end up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and yet Jesus still prayed that in the &lt;i&gt;WILL OF THE FATHER!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;who am I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to say my prayers would be worth nothing, or null and void?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If Jesus himself prayed for us to become unified, why shouldn't I too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, sort of a long rant to say something simple,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;if you read this far - thank you :) hope it made sense in your noggin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-4503044719095311403?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/4503044719095311403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=4503044719095311403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/4503044719095311403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/4503044719095311403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/07/unity.html' title='unity?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-2024721307444509575</id><published>2011-07-03T00:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T00:35:19.431-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facing the giants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippians'/><title type='text'>all that you've got</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lSM1mvMypWU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see this, I think of God; right there in the heat of the battle with us, willing us to win, urging us to press on to the finish line...&lt;div&gt;The race is hard, but our "momentary afflictions" do not compare with the reward of pressing on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus." Philippians 3:12-14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-2024721307444509575?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/2024721307444509575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=2024721307444509575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2024721307444509575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2024721307444509575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/07/all-that-youve-got.html' title='all that you&apos;ve got'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lSM1mvMypWU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-2088946081083697041</id><published>2011-07-02T00:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T00:14:20.000-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isaiah'/><title type='text'>He is Higher than any other!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Those the LORD has rescued will return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;   They will enter Zion with singing; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;   everlasting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; will crown their heads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Gladness and joy will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;overtake them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;   and sorrow and sighing will flee away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“I, even I, am he who comforts you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   Who are you that you fear mere mortals, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   human beings who are but grass, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; that you forget the LORD your Maker, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   who stretches out the heavens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   and who lays the foundations of the earth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that you live in constant terror every day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   because of the wrath of the oppressor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   who is bent on destruction? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For where is the wrath of the oppressor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; The cowering prisoners will soon be set free; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;they will not die in their dungeon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   nor will they lack bread. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; the LORD your God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   who stirs up the sea so that its waves roar— &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   the LORD Almighty is his name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; I have put &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;my words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; in your mouth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;   and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;covered you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; with the shadow of my hand— &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;I who set the heavens in place, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;   who laid the foundations of the earth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;   and who say to Zion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;‘You are my people.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;”...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...Therefore hear this, you afflicted one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   made drunk, but not with wine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is what your Sovereign LORD says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   your God, who defends his people: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“See, I have taken out of your hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   the cup that made you stagger; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;from that cup, the goblet of my wrath, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   you will never drink again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I will put it into the hands of your tormentors, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   who said to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   ‘Fall prostrate that we may walk on you.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And you made your back like the ground, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   like a street to be walked on.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Isaiah 51:11-16,21-23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-2088946081083697041?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/2088946081083697041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=2088946081083697041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2088946081083697041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2088946081083697041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/07/he-is-higher-than-any-other.html' title='He is Higher than any other!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-3582407142083195814</id><published>2011-07-01T00:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T01:01:53.418-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 Corinthians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><title type='text'>good deeds=selfish me VS. grace=humbled servant</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Recently, I was confronted with how many people think they will get into heaven through living right or doing good-deeds. People count-out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;. Jesus, who IS the very reason we have access to the Father, the reason we get into Heaven, He is our righteousness!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I realized:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;IF our salvation IS based on our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; own deeds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; that knowledge can breed self-indulgence, self-gratification, self-reliance, and selfishness. Notice, all these begin with “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If we believe our salvation is reliant on our behavior, than "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;self " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;is at the foundation of our salvation. If &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; is at the foundation of our salvation, we have freedom to live as we please...Even if that means living a life contrary to God. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We can think, "I do a little good and do a little bad"... thinking we will "make up" later for the foolish things we do, or that we will undergo punishment before actually getting into heaven. This is indeed a twisted mindset!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If SELF is the one to rely on for salvation, we are put at a distance from God, What is His great mercy? Where is the WONDER that comes from His great Grace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; The opposite of this is realizing that our salvation is a FREE GIFT from a God who accepts us wherever we are. And, we could never earn the deep, bottomless, genuine, unconditional, undeserved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; that has been lavished on us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If someone gives you something you haven't earned &amp;amp; DO NOT deserve, your desire should be to do everything in your power to please them, even though nothing you were given is based on your merit. This concept of receiving what is underserved should inspire humbleness, and servitude, not selfishness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Salvation doesn't depend on your works. But, this is not a license to sin. Because salvation is free, we are in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;total dependence on God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, asked to die to the almighty "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;". &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If my salvation depended on me, my life would be my own.However, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I AM NOT my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, I was bought with a price and I am to glorify God in this life I live. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Grace takes my eyes off of me, changes my view...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Courier New&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies." 1 Corinthians 6:19-20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;God, how often do I live like your grace is untrue and I am the one in control?Foolish me who you have loved and cherished! Help us, God to not forget You and Your truth in our frailty. You have made us, you see us, you know us, You love us! Oh, take heart friends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Because He has overcome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-3582407142083195814?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/3582407142083195814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=3582407142083195814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/3582407142083195814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/3582407142083195814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/07/good-deedsselfish-me-vs-gracehumbled.html' title='good deeds=selfish me VS. grace=humbled servant'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-3276486550447002747</id><published>2011-06-28T00:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T00:17:20.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i will have you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4cvXSDg1sw4/Tglu1bN8nBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tWv-_bglCv4/s1600/hand.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4cvXSDg1sw4/Tglu1bN8nBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tWv-_bglCv4/s200/hand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623147473867152402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say I trust in a God who has existed before time and eternity. He breathed life into man and forms him with His very own hands. &lt;div&gt;He is loud enough to speak clearly in silence or above the roar of the world's noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jesus, have I not been here, a time-or-two before? Placing my hope in something shaky, when my eyes need to be stayed on you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to be afraid of what was under the water... I can only swim. with. You. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can only walk. with. You.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to dream, I still do, though the older I get the more doubt wants to replace dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are strong enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are big enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give myself to you again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am trying, hoping, waiting for something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;God, You know how I keep failing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You see how I keep trying. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You see all the thoughts, all that is wrong and right.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You see my heart and all the steps I have taken thus far. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You see what has brought me here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know the desires of my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know I have been shaken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know I want to believe and I do at my core. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am longing deeply for this, Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am lonely and needy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I want to hold. on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I believe...help me with my unbelief...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know You have never been shaken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been pressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were crushed for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been struck down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will not be destroyed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yzsekvOSJL0/Tglu06yeuVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rDVhRMMaG7U/s200/phil.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623147465162013010" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me hold on to You with all I've got. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when my own heart leads me astray, still I will have You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when they let me down. hard. again. still I will have You. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I can't see your hands or your plans, still. Jesus, I will have you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when tears come in like old familiar friends. still, I will have you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember You sing over me: "When the darkness comes in, I will have you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the world caves in, I will have you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the accusers come, I will have you, I will have you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will always have Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I never sleep, I can't forsake... I will have you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-3276486550447002747?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/3276486550447002747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=3276486550447002747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/3276486550447002747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/3276486550447002747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-will-have-you.html' title='i will have you'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4cvXSDg1sw4/Tglu1bN8nBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tWv-_bglCv4/s72-c/hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-1983099356402658730</id><published>2011-06-25T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T00:37:38.755-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radical'/><title type='text'>notes from a jet plane: 6/25/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I sat next to a pastor on an airplane today who "hated religion" and talked about how few Christians tithe.&lt;br /&gt;He stated that my family was a "blessed family" because of the churches (with "well known" pastors) that we attend.&lt;br /&gt;This (and other things I observed and have been thinking on) prompted this whole entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are not blessed because of being on the cutting edge of American Christianity,&lt;br /&gt;not because we go to large suburban churches with well-known pastors or worship leaders.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus (this guy-God- we are supposed to be following) said blessed are the poor in spirit for theirs is the kingdom of God. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Matt 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are blessed because we are forgiven and free, our destiny is not tied down to the end of this world or the end of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had said I go to some "unknown" church or my parents do such-and-such what kind of reaction would I have gotten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Jesus died we have power to have freedom in this life and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What defines us as being "radical"?&lt;br /&gt;Just being out of the box? Not being caged?&lt;br /&gt;What about our personal moment-to-moment lives doesn't line up with our big vision?&lt;div&gt;Making those "small" changes and taking a stance in our OWN personal lives - THAT is what is RADICAL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this happiness about busting people out of religion? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have we defined religion as and what have we mistaken for religion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have rejected all the rules and regulations that came with being a Christ follower in the name of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus came to give us freedom,&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;b&gt;He didn't come to make us fit in or to make us rich or make us popular.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;He came to tell us we would be the opposite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Quite contrary to all the things we humans want...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are asked to give up everything and take a narrow road.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus came to be the authentic face of God. Someone who said and did what He said, contrary to the religious leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that gets to me, that I don't understand, is how people think-do they really think- they are walking the walk? Not just talking the talk?&lt;br /&gt;Do they really think their actions and character are backing up their words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Why does it seem like there are those who are only following the part of "true religion" that says to take care of orphans and widows?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I'm feeling this strong discontent with these things I witness,  I feel badly like I am just expecting people to be perfect(well-aware that no human, christian or otherwise, is perfect) and I am reminded that I am not perfect neither, and I get concerned that people will misconstrue what I am saying as judgment, but then I remember that Jesus- the very love and face of the Father-said "be perfect as your heavenly Father is perfect" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;(Matt 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about being "judgmental" -&lt;br /&gt;The world doesn't have the truth, the commandments that we do. We are hypocrites not to follow what we know. We don't have excuses! The issue is when we see blinded to areas we have let pollution live and dwell.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;The second part of "true religion" is to keep oneself from being "polluted by the world".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;That's not hard to understand!&lt;br /&gt;Do we think it's hard to know what that really means because it's now "open to our interpretation"?&lt;br /&gt;I think we over complicate God's words and pass comfortably over sections we would rather not let &lt;i&gt;penetrate our souls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can talk about tithing and etc all day, but God said He desired mercy not sacrifice! Why does mercy need to come first?&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice is important, but it should flow out of a consecrated heart, not be done as a checklist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has always been about the heart. I know its about the inside and not just the outward expression. But, ultimately what we say and do &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; flowing out of our heart. That's a truth whether or not we like it! A fake can only fake for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to swim against the flow... especially among those who should be of one mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-1983099356402658730?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/1983099356402658730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=1983099356402658730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1983099356402658730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1983099356402658730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/06/notes-from-jet-plane-62511.html' title='notes from a jet plane: 6/25/11'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-7765853429073142513</id><published>2011-06-24T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T23:02:53.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Genuine follower or average cultural Christian?</title><content type='html'>I don't want to just be an average American Christian, just fitting into the box, into the flow; succumbing to the pressure of culture. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Will I live like any American 20-something?&lt;br /&gt;What is my identity and what is my priority?&lt;br /&gt;I have staked my claim in Jesus, my destination in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so fed-up with the way 99% of the Christians I meet live.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pull to entertain certain things that go against Jesus and the life he has asked us to live.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of this I should be pushed closer to Jesus and holiness! Not deeper into the world, into coping, into lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live comfortably and we hold love of this world and the Savior in the same arms... This should not be a comfortable position to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who are following Jesus who can't be concerned with popular culture, they only have time to think about what really matters in this race we are running.&lt;br /&gt;They can't just use the name of Jesus as a brand or label. Calling on the name of Jesus truly costs them their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why we all don't get it!&lt;br /&gt;We go visit impoverished nations, we go to unreached people and yet we still are selfish and consumed with all this dirt that means nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, don't let us sacrifice everything for nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;Don't allow us to drown in shallowness!&lt;br /&gt;Do not allow us to walk around blind and mute... Seeing and not perceiving, hearing and not understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-7765853429073142513?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/7765853429073142513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=7765853429073142513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7765853429073142513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7765853429073142513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/06/genuine-follower-or-average-cultural.html' title='Genuine follower or average cultural Christian?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-488165816888586791</id><published>2011-06-23T22:01:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:37:42.903-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people watching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top 10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>10 Reasons why I love people watching</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;It's incredibly entertaining.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; I catch people doing things when they think "no one is looking".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; It keeps me laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;            &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--T-r6hv4qYc/TgQE4DBYJ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/nmwoc6iJYVQ/s1600/pplwatchingnow%2B%25281%2Bof%2B3%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--T-r6hv4qYc/TgQE4DBYJ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/nmwoc6iJYVQ/s320/pplwatchingnow%2B%25281%2Bof%2B3%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621623595795490690" style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 144px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; I am aware of people's wardrobe choices 110% of the time, and people watching is a great opportunity for me to access styles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; I have to debate whether or not to walk up to perfect strangers and tell them "Your fly is down" or "uh, your shirt is unbuttoned"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt; I must resist the urge to walk up behind two wanna-be's and bust out "pants on the ground, pants on the ground, lookin' like a fool with yo pants on the ground!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt; I observe good and not-so-good parenting habits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.&lt;/b&gt; I realize how oblivious most people are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ddciwpPs1EQ/TgQE4RUX0eI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mHhu1L47XT4/s1600/pplwatchingnow%2B%25283%2Bof%2B3%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ddciwpPs1EQ/TgQE4RUX0eI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mHhu1L47XT4/s320/pplwatchingnow%2B%25283%2Bof%2B3%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621623599633256930" style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 144px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.&lt;/b&gt; I am reminded of how much we judge based on appearances&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.&lt;/b&gt; I get to wonder what is beyond ones tough or shy exterior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjc7No7WijA/TgQE4Y21ViI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ez1WohfGUNc/s1600/pplwatchingnow%2B%25282%2Bof%2B3%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjc7No7WijA/TgQE4Y21ViI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ez1WohfGUNc/s320/pplwatchingnow%2B%25282%2Bof%2B3%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621623601656845858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 144px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-488165816888586791?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/488165816888586791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=488165816888586791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/488165816888586791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/488165816888586791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/06/10-reasons-why-i-love-people-watching.html' title='10 Reasons why I love people watching'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--T-r6hv4qYc/TgQE4DBYJ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/nmwoc6iJYVQ/s72-c/pplwatchingnow%2B%25281%2Bof%2B3%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-4889988996498528720</id><published>2011-06-21T14:39:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:18:20.783-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna rochelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roadtrips'/><title type='text'>just me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm a girl who was raised in the Southwest. I live in the South, but apparently, I should be from the Midwest, given my accent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;Already confusing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm the girl who was homeschooled almost her entire life. But usually hears, "you were &lt;i&gt;homeschooled&lt;/i&gt;?!" from others. It definitely brings on a range of reactions and opinions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, I could hide or propagate the fact that I was (dun,dun,dun) homeschooled, but regardless of the fact, I am just who I am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not much of a tomboy, but not a girly-girl either... meaning, I wasn't one to play sports (mostly, because I felt dumb trying to play because no one showed me how... and boy, I hate to fail). But I'm not one to have her nails done every two weeks either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy, happy, in-between... shopping &lt;i&gt;IS&lt;/i&gt; one of my favorite pastimes and I am not ashamed of it! I love accesories, clothes, the whole shibang of looking cute... but, as much as I love it, I can't keep up perfection every stinkin' day! I love a good T-shirt and jeans too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing up I didn't know &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt; I was going to do with my life! I couldn't decide between being a doctor, nurse, teacher, dancer, photographer, actress, or singer... once, I wanted to be a gymnast, and planned out how how I could make it to the olympics! I definitely wrote lists of the possibilities, that's another thing - I love lists. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MnLSuxkVUbg/TgD-zrYaJUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Y9G55-YPvKY/s1600/eyesforgetcolor.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MnLSuxkVUbg/TgD-zrYaJUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Y9G55-YPvKY/s320/eyesforgetcolor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620772498730263874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love eyes, ironically, sometimes I can't remember others eye colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love milkshakes and road trips. together or separately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wDlFnURJ_VQ/TgEBvoYSlYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pespXsrrRxg/s1600/road.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wDlFnURJ_VQ/TgEBvoYSlYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pespXsrrRxg/s200/road.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620775727739868546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xKzA4NTKU98/TgEBvbyWRKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VxfLsZ_8Frk/s1600/milkshakes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xKzA4NTKU98/TgEBvbyWRKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VxfLsZ_8Frk/s200/milkshakes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620775724359500962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Writing keeps me sane and in it are my most honest moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2qfR3nb6l6w/TgECLO71OUI/AAAAAAAAANA/PdbvUeTeBxs/s320/writingquote.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620776201945954626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Even tho I often feel alone, I know I never am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                    &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LVLCFUw4StE/TgEG0qIrvVI/AAAAAAAAANY/cwr03l9S1Xw/s1600/and%2Bif%2Bour%2BGODis%2Bforus.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LVLCFUw4StE/TgEG0qIrvVI/AAAAAAAAANY/cwr03l9S1Xw/s200/and%2Bif%2Bour%2BGODis%2Bforus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620781311668763986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_-jov52IEo/TgEGi816yhI/AAAAAAAAANQ/dFNJnXTsP3Q/s200/walkinghshoe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620781007452686866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;And, I'm in love with the sky, it's one of the most amazing things in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never twice the same, a masterpiece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-srTm2_U_Fgs/TgEDMW3zl_I/AAAAAAAAANI/seAfXt_5nUo/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620777320768051186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would be happy just living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not being alone. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finding love... even tho Love has already found me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to be a wife and mom. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;See the World. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Learn how to fly. (literally... and why not figuratively too!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Make everything I can with my eyes and hands.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never lose wonder in the little things that inspire. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bring Jesus glory, even through all the dirt I got from this world. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keep learning. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Experience zero gravity. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Record my music, even if it's just for me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love and be loved. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Give and Forgive. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never give up. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keep smiling.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i am just me. and this is only the tip of my iceberg ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There are a lot of things that have made me who I am today. I know that's the story of us all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Life doesn't look the way I pictured it so far, but that's okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm looking up to the One who sees the whole thing completed and framed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Pressing on towards what is ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-4889988996498528720?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/4889988996498528720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=4889988996498528720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/4889988996498528720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/4889988996498528720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-me.html' title='just me'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MnLSuxkVUbg/TgD-zrYaJUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Y9G55-YPvKY/s72-c/eyesforgetcolor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-1621680555454110552</id><published>2011-06-21T00:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T00:54:47.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hallelujah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in christ alone'/><title type='text'>Sing with everything within...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Sometimes the hardest thing is to open your mouth, yet, it is what needs to happen. It doesn't matter what the singing sounds like, mixed with tears and emotion, it doesn't need to sound perfect to be beautiful music to His ears... in the darkest places, when you are alone, when you feel that you cannot make a sound, open your mouth and sing... the words may come slowly, the melody may be broken, but yet sing... sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Tell the truth to yourself, tell it to the world, whisper or shout it to the heavens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;"Hallelujah, Praise the One - Risen Son of God!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;In Christ alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;my &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hope&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; is &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;found&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;He is my light, my strength, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;my song&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;This cornerstone, this solid ground&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Firm through the fiercest drought and storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;what heights of &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;what depths of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;peace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;when fears are &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;stilled&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;, when &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;strivings cease&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;my &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;comforter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;, my&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; All in all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here in the love of Christ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There in the ground His body lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;light of the world by darkness slain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;then bursting forth in glorious day up from the grave&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He rose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; again!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He stands in victory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;sin's curse has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;lost its grip on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;for &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I am His and He is mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;bought with the precious blood of Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;No guilt in life, no fear in death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;this is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;power of Christ in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;from life's&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cry to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;final &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Jesus commands my destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;no power of hell! No scheme of Man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Can ever pluck me from His hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;till he returns or calls me home, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;here in the power of Christ I stand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;  font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Praise the One, Risen Son of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One in himself, I cannot die&lt;br /&gt;My soul is purchased by his blood&lt;br /&gt;My life is hid with Christ on high,&lt;br /&gt;With Christ, my Savior and my God&lt;br /&gt;With Christ, my Savior and my God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Hallelujah, Hallelujah! Praise the One, Risen Son of God!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-1621680555454110552?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/1621680555454110552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=1621680555454110552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1621680555454110552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1621680555454110552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/06/sing-with-everything-within.html' title='Sing with everything within...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-8969180076482801837</id><published>2011-06-18T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T23:37:54.485-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='owl city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belief'/><title type='text'>i think i should change the name of this blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;..because I think a more appropriate title, as of late, would be "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Confessions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;because this is where the unseen girl gets really honest. Maybe I don't have anyone that I can say this all to face-to-face, so instead, it goes on the internet, where literally anyone could read it, but I don't know if anyone ever does...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've lost many along the way.&lt;br /&gt;Most of them were for the better.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can tell in the moment and other times I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sometimes it's worth fighting for and sometimes the best thing is just to walk away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I try to not care and not take things personally, but it's so hard not to just have a place where I can be loved for me. Just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Not all of the things I am not, but try to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Keep my faith alive, please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sometimes people take you for granted, sometimes the places filled with expectancy turn into deserts... but sometimes the driest places produce the most beautiful bloom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That hope keeps my faith alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Frankly, I am so tired of people not knowing who I truly am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I could pour out my heart here on words, and not even know if anyone who matters is reading, hearing... listening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm worn out from consistently being the one who reaches out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was the perfect girl. The perfect girl who dreamt of becoming a rebel who was still loved. Loved, because someone saw who she could be, not what she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But, I couldn't bear the sting of purposely being imperfect even to test that little hypothesis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Somehow messing up and it being okay would be the most freeing feeling... might sound strange. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know it "doesn't matter" what I do to merit God's affections. But, I seem to know enough about why it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;does &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;matter and that overrides everything else. I seem to believe that God cares the most about me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;what is right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; And as much as I wanted to be loved even in doing wrong, I wanted so strongly to do what was right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the hair or skin of the other girls. I am different inside and out although I fight it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I am going to live. I have to trust You are using the good, bad and ugly to fix that.&lt;br /&gt;I have a love/hate relationship with being alone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind living alone, I treasure those times&lt;br /&gt;but I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; to have the companionship of someone who understands me, accepts me, someone who you push past all the hard times with. I long for it so strongly, I can physically feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alone makes you think... about who you are&lt;br /&gt;it makes you decide... who you will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've learned is that people both, A. Let me down and B. Can be used in my life in amazing ways.&lt;br /&gt;and also that whenever I try to make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; happen, it doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In fact, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(whatever that happens to be, at the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;usually falls flat on it's face, but God's grace holds the pieces together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;People and places disappoint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But, Jesus won't and He has a much bigger vision for my life than I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't have the type of friends that I can consider &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, I don't have the kind I've always wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When have I ever felt just accepted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am well aquainted with feeling different or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;misunderstood or misjudged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but, just accepted? I honestly don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;God, I don't know what you have planned, don't think me ungrateful for all you've given me. I am so grateful, Jesus. Seeing how you care for me really means so much, But, you already know my heart and I don't have to convince you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thank you for being near to the brokenhearted and for never leaving us at our lowest and when we need You the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;God, how is it that you care so much that none of these tears that are falling have ever been taken forgranted by you? I don't even know why they are coming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I try to hold it together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You collect them in a jar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who are you that You would care so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You care enough to count my hair that is falling out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If I was without You I couldn't live because without you I have nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just had a moment with this song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;God I try not to be the weak one, I try to be the one who can handle anything. I feel like I just shouldn't care, but why me again? Why am I the one who struggles, the one people forget about... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Will I always be forgettable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have held it together for so long so many times. I've walked in the face of princes, princesses and impostors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I tried to take the high road...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Take me where You will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and if, to any outsiders, this sounds like the ravings of someone who makes no sense, well, it all came out of where I am and what I am feeling, and maybe it looks disjointed, but as it came it all made sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just had a moment with this song...&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BUhI-qvbisQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and so, if this is confessions and if I am being honest, I have to say that first, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'m not a girl who picks up celebrity crushes and carries them around as tokens to giggle or gush over. I've never been "boy-crazy" and I'm not a geeked out fan, or some girl in highschool who is trying to live out some fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All that being said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am really impressed with Mr. Young and what I know about the standards he upholds in his life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't meet guys who actually care or have stuff that they actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;People who are different from everyone else and not afraid to show it are extremely admirable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What kind of artist (let alone not a "preachy-Christian artist)  tweets scripture, or goes to God's word when they are at their lowest, or gives glory to God and really means it, or will write to the whole wide world about what's really going on inside of them from their house all alone... just like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like guys for a whole lot more than looks, because the inside spills over onto the outside and it makes or breaks a person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have extremely high standards, in comparison to the majority of people I know, sometimes It's hard to believe there are still people who live in the way that I want to uphold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, when I see someone who does, they gain my respect and admiration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Watching Owl City live last week, I was struck by how Adam's stage presence was one that I have seen people critique and make immature comments about, but what I took away from the show was "You, be you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It takes someone confident in themselves to get out there and embody no one but THEMSELVES and not listen to naysayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It empowers me to be more secure in myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, I probably won't ever even meet this guy, and I'm probably not even his type, but regardless, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Adam has inspired me to believe in love and goodness and purity in others... things that are real. not just fantasy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and these words are mine again tonight, as they are true today and all days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"I can finally see/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that You're right there beside me/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am not my own/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;for I have been made new/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;please don't let me go/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I desperately need You."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-8969180076482801837?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/8969180076482801837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=8969180076482801837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/8969180076482801837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/8969180076482801837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-think-i-should-change-name-of-this.html' title='i think i should change the name of this blog...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BUhI-qvbisQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-8869145812663501824</id><published>2011-06-13T19:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T19:56:36.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>over it</title><content type='html'>i'm tired of being alone, even in a crowd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-8869145812663501824?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/8869145812663501824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=8869145812663501824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/8869145812663501824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/8869145812663501824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/06/over-it.html' title='over it'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-271492613205539666</id><published>2011-06-04T23:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T23:32:01.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mankind</title><content type='html'>Some days I feel like a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;Other days, I feel like an escapist&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel hope rising and I breathe in it&lt;br /&gt;Other days, I feel less. Hope less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings...of little importance, yet of great meaning and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you're out there&lt;br /&gt;I know, if I actually met you, it might be forgettable&lt;br /&gt;Lonely&lt;br /&gt;But really I just feel like the girl nobody knows, I'm not unhappy. even when I am, it doesn't show&lt;br /&gt;Lonely&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am going with people I'd rather not know, just so I can keep from being alone&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could snap out of this place, wish I could be like them but, I should be beyond chasing insecurities, I should embrace who I am so I can shine, but I'm having trouble focusing on the inside&lt;br /&gt;I want more than ordinary life.&lt;br /&gt;Hidden obscured&lt;br /&gt;I want more than fantasy&lt;br /&gt;I want more than where I am today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here thousands of miles away&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't even care&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such an ugly fool&lt;br /&gt;Foolish for thinking of a stranger thousands of miles away&lt;br /&gt;Impossible&lt;br /&gt;everything about me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;feels&lt;/span&gt; so upside down&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I changed, I don't like the change. I feel like I'm in another awkward stage. Odd for this age.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the soft bed underneath me turning hard like plastic ridges&lt;br /&gt;Hard but easily broken.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love with you, I'm just in love with the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we could have enough in common, I know we're on the same team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, but not in the usual way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to decide what you are going to preach to yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-271492613205539666?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/271492613205539666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=271492613205539666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/271492613205539666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/271492613205539666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/06/mankind.html' title='mankind'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-7342069427147933537</id><published>2011-06-01T22:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T22:34:27.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>overcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;just remember our God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; wins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"every victory is Yours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-7342069427147933537?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/7342069427147933537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=7342069427147933537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7342069427147933537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7342069427147933537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/06/overcome.html' title='overcome'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-1330361779328285838</id><published>2011-05-29T23:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T23:25:34.795-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sparks will fly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meteor shower'/><title type='text'>Paths Collide</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Two paths are traveling. I see them like a stripes of color weaving in and out, around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They take many turns, they climb mountains and hike through valleys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Their's is a path they don't know of because they don't have a bird's eye view. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;God has constructed their path so the two of them will collide... when it's time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They go faster and faster, I watch the pace quickening, like water gushing, like a rollercoaster car... they come closer to intersecting and they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When the two converge, they say sparks will fly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's not merely I crosswalk passing, the two paths collide, join together and go forward twice as strong with the other on their side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Double the force, double the strength. Firm course in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They are inseparable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how I see a love story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it was truly meant to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Unless the Lord builds the house, we labor in vain"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is of His doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know know what day my path will collide with the one I am to be with, but I know as long as I stay pointed towards Jesus, I am getting closer everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know when. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just know I have got to keep moving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because, every day I get closer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both of us have to be headed in the same direction - towards the sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going after Him with all we've got. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're both headed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out paths will collide and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sparks will fly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am not my own/ I have been made new/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please don't let me go/ I desperately need you..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-1330361779328285838?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/1330361779328285838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=1330361779328285838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1330361779328285838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1330361779328285838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/05/paths-collide.html' title='Paths Collide'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-7634195935261691841</id><published>2011-05-28T09:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T12:33:39.865-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insecurity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='owl city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artist'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I used to write almost every single day, I just let the words flow onto the paper. Within 5 minutes a song from me was born, I knew the words, I knew the melody in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Too often I have let the weight of the supposed correct "creative process" and all the rules of wrong and right/good and bad weigh me down... I don't believe I am good enough and I'd rather not fail, or here &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; criticism so why try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, I wrote another song, yes, in about a 5 minute span. I can't just sit down and play the music, I'll admit. But, I can hear it. It's a song about just this... wanting to be free from all of those types of "rules" and fears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every artist wasn't a hero in their day. They didn't follow the rules of the "Academy" and that didn't roll over too well with critics, but none of us care about that now. We praise the avant garde who were made to feel like failures in their time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired by:&lt;br /&gt;1. things in life not coming together the way I want.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could go somewhere where MY way was THE way and full of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Realizing how I've let this fear and people's opinions hold me down.&lt;br /&gt;When for so long all I wanted to do was write and sing it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They want us to believe freedom is absurd. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Owl City... been listening to him a lot lately. I'm inspired by Adam Young's words, melodies and ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the song is Freedom of Defiance.&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't want to be held down anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to when I was younger and I was gifted and everything was a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;I serve a God who says nothing is impossible if we believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Before the King, we can do anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently heard Taylor Swift say that if you know exactly how you feel, you need to say it. i agree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;afternoon update: after writing this, this morning, i read this quote by Elvis - seems ironic!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I don't know anything about music, In my line you don't have to"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;haha!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-7634195935261691841?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/7634195935261691841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=7634195935261691841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7634195935261691841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7634195935261691841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-used-to-write-almost-every-single-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-1237191800969999167</id><published>2011-05-28T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T10:17:50.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tumblr me</title><content type='html'>http://anna-rochelle.tumblr.com/ &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;follow me. i am one-in-the-same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-1237191800969999167?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-6265854407038571789</id><published>2011-05-14T21:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T21:10:18.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It will outlast them all</title><content type='html'>Nothing Jesus gives is counterfeit. &lt;div&gt;Nothing Jesus gives is artificial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-6265854407038571789?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/6265854407038571789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=6265854407038571789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/6265854407038571789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/6265854407038571789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-will-outlast-them-all.html' title='It will outlast them all'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-136282501402905242</id><published>2011-05-14T03:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T03:20:02.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 1</title><content type='html'>Tonight my roommate asked me a lot of really serious questions that tell a lot about who a person really is.&lt;div&gt;She had me list the 5 things that I absolutely cannot live without, then one-by-one eliminate them down to the final one.. that is the most important thing to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my list was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. sunlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then one by one I eliminated them in reverse order 5,4,3,2 and was left with number one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are other people who I would want to be on this list, but I went quite practical and literal with my answers - I TRULY cannot live without water... but, even Jesus could sustain me without water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When all else fails... Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-136282501402905242?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/136282501402905242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=136282501402905242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/136282501402905242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/136282501402905242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/05/number-1.html' title='Number 1'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-3136630332942970913</id><published>2011-05-12T03:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T03:18:37.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"The right time for everything is when God is ready"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-thank you, Louie Giglio! follow him @ http://twitter.com/#!/louiegiglio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-3136630332942970913?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/3136630332942970913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=3136630332942970913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/3136630332942970913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/3136630332942970913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/05/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-2786916126861522954</id><published>2011-05-04T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T01:00:52.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;“I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;mark 9:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-2786916126861522954?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/2786916126861522954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=2786916126861522954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2786916126861522954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2786916126861522954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-do.html' title='i do'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-2756819717611272362</id><published>2011-05-01T22:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T22:48:23.817-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='right'/><title type='text'>wrong or right, hi, my name is...</title><content type='html'>I am so imperfect. I've tried so hard, all my life, to be perfect. That is the way I've always thought was right, that's the only way I ever feel deserving.&lt;br /&gt;I also can't reconcile doing what is "wrong" if I already know what is "right".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded everyday, lately, how my desires aren't lined up with God.&lt;br /&gt;I have been consistently seeing how I do not trust Him enough.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking to wrong things to fill up the spaces only He can fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to value Him more than anything...Sometimes it's hard. I have been living in this relationship with God since my earliest memories. As great as that is, sometimes I wish I could start back from the ground up. Because I want to come to my convictions strongly and for myself. Instead I feel like I am going down, rather than going up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to not trusting Him enough -- So much of what I do and don't do is based in fear. I'm afraid of being left-out and being lonely. I have experienced those things too much.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I didn't care. I thought I was above that and not a victim to it. But, I am reaching out to be accepted and wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're hurt enough, you will let people use you to fill your hole, even if they are just using you to fill their hole. (might want to read that one again;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of making the wrong decision and being lonely be MY FAULT.&lt;br /&gt;God's promised me that He'll provide, but still I act like it's all in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;God has said that he will never leave, but I still act like His extravagant promises are "too good to be true".&lt;br /&gt;If I trusted Him enough, I wouldn't be afraid of what they think of me.&lt;br /&gt;I would be more confident.&lt;br /&gt;If I trusted God enough, I wouldn't be afraid of missing out, because I'd trust that He is big enough to finish the work he started, just like He said He would - even if I make a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been like "just tell me how to do it right, and then I'll do it."&lt;br /&gt;I don't even like trying new things, when there is the possibility of failure. So, I like to teach myself or in private - EVEN THEN - I only like to do it perfectly the FIRST time...&lt;br /&gt;I like to do it right the first time or not at all. I want to get over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I've always struggled with "earning it" and "deserving it".  I know in my head I CAN'T earn it, but I can't seem to reconcile that with the fact that we're all under grace and I can't be better than the next girl, with the fact that what I do does matter because it reveals what's really in my heart - which is what God cares about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have longed to do something "wrong", and still be loved and accepted by God.&lt;br /&gt;But, how can I do that if it's something I know is wrong??? That just shows that I am needing to prove I am loved beyond what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years, I've been haunted by the fact that I can never keep up a daily routine with God.&lt;br /&gt;I feel really guilty about it, because I feel like if I was in His word more, than a lot of my messed-up desires would be rectified. But, try as I might, I never "get it right".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the biggest thought that I learned to carry with me growing up was:&lt;br /&gt;1. what was right&lt;br /&gt;2. what was wrong&lt;br /&gt;3. that the most important thing to God, was that I do the right thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, that's how I live, and I don't think it's living in the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So concerned with DOING the right thing,&lt;br /&gt;not feeling any freedom to fail or learn from falling;&lt;br /&gt;Always feeling I should have known better has pushed me into wanting to do the WRONG thing and see that everything could still be ok... that I don't hold the balance of the universe. that God can pick me up and take me back...&lt;br /&gt;That I don't always have to be the good little girl, just to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of seeing all the people who have problems be the ones who have all the relationships and the connections and the money and love...&lt;br /&gt;I know what's right - believe me! Right here I want to interject how I shouldn't compare or be jealous, but I'm further proving my point of always thinking "i have to do only what's right"!&lt;br /&gt;But, if I'm really honest, I feel like, "God, haven't you seen how I have lived?" "Haven't you seen the me give up the very thing that was giving me companionship and satisfaction for YOU?"&lt;br /&gt;"Haven't I proven my heart and my devotion, therefore, don't I deserve to be happy? Don't I deserve someone who loves You and loves me?"....&lt;br /&gt;That's honesty, right or wrong, it's what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I have always been the one who "has it all together".&lt;br /&gt;I've always been the one no one worries about.&lt;br /&gt;I've always been the one who would "never do that"&lt;br /&gt;and I'm grateful.&lt;br /&gt;But I am left feeling misplaced and misunderstood and pushed aside.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of people wanting to use me. if I didn't have a thing together, then I'd see who truly loved me, because it wouldn't be for anything I could or was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's Jesus. because He sees all the stuff. He sees who i REALLY AM! He doesn't see who I try to be or pretend to be or who I believe I am. He sees who I really am, He knows every tragedy and every triumph that's brought me to where i am. Everything that has made me, shaped me, or scarred me since the time He created me with His very hands. I am loved and prized. and I won't give up, even tho I am alone. I won't give up even tho I feel like I push at locked doors. i WON'T give up even when I feel like it's fake. i have to believe in Him, because He is my only Hope.&lt;br /&gt;Even when I act like others can fill the void. Even when I want them and I reach out in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Cause all I am wanting is someone to know who I really am and love me for it.&lt;br /&gt;The second miracle, would be, me BELIEVING they really loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I am at right now&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is anna....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qsDyAgKWA34?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-2756819717611272362?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/2756819717611272362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=2756819717611272362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2756819717611272362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2756819717611272362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/05/wrong-or-right-hi-my-name-is.html' title='wrong or right, hi, my name is...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qsDyAgKWA34/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-1106095974608897172</id><published>2011-04-03T23:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:44:59.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>true words ignored</title><content type='html'>i find it sad that i can post a status or tweet about getting a tattoo or a Black Eyed Peas song, and get many responses or affirmations... but, i can post a quote from the true, living word of God (a.k.a. scripture) and it's as if no one even sees it...&lt;div&gt;why is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it so commonplace, the Bible, that we don't even pay attention to it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or do we think "religion" is too personal for us to affirm or identify with one another?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or do we just not care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are we ashamed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus, don't let me be ashamed of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't let me do what is popular, or what will gain me the most affirmation from my peers, don't let me neglect carrying Your precious name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have committed yourself to me for forever. How can I neglect You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is sad, how I wish we all would adore Him like he deserves... It would seem to be easier if it wasn't fighting up-stream... however, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"...suffering produces perseverance;  perseverance, character; and character, hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us." Romans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-1106095974608897172?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/1106095974608897172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=1106095974608897172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1106095974608897172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1106095974608897172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/04/true-words-ignored.html' title='true words ignored'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-9110439920393827492</id><published>2011-04-03T22:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:37:11.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need You</title><content type='html'>i needed you on my very first day,&lt;div&gt;you gave me your breath, before i can even remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i needed you as i grew and i was bruised &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some wounds you are still healing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you gave me your love over and over and over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you prove to be enough &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i needed you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i needed you yesterday when i was weak, i was afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i dropped my arms in the middle of the fight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you still defended me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's compelling, because i try to deserve you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cry because i don't understand your grace;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because one day i will see your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have always needed you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even when i didn't see it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even when i don't deserve it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you remain true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remain true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every time i fall, you stay the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every time i fail, you remain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all my joy comes from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, write truth upon my arm; upon my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let it be always before me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hide me in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hide me in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because, honestly i am afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are things i want, things i hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;open my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;empty my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;empty me so i can be filled up with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all these things, don't let me love them more than you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all these things, let them fade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you will remain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until all my heart is yours, you deserve it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have committed yourself to me for a lifetime and beyond-for all eternity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need you every time i question all that is true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i question myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you even allow me to question you in my frail humanness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am nothing without your hands that created me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without your right hand that sustains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without your breath in my lungs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without you fighting for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have committed yourself to me for a lifetime and beyond-for all eternity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus, how i need you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;"You are Holy, Holy, Holy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;God most high and God most worthy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;you are Holy, Holy, Holy - Jesus, You are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Jesus You are"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;"I need thee, O I need thee;  every hour I need thee;  O bless me now, my Savior, I come to thee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-9110439920393827492?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/9110439920393827492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=9110439920393827492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/9110439920393827492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/9110439920393827492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-need-you_03.html' title='I need You'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-590115118282141366</id><published>2011-02-25T08:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:43:16.911-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flyleaf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Save us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='okay'/><title type='text'>okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(133, 133, 133); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(133, 133, 133); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;by Flyeaf&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(133, 133, 133); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I won't be satisfied with okay&lt;br /&gt;And I can't be okay with alright&lt;br /&gt;So point me to the edge of life&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up on my toes&lt;br /&gt;Stretch my fingers out to love and bring it back here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's too important for us to forget&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll unify our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;God will hear and save,&lt;br /&gt;God will hear and save us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All together standing up on our toes&lt;br /&gt;We're Reaching for a freedom that they don't know&lt;br /&gt;So catch it as it falls down&lt;br /&gt;We know what we need&lt;br /&gt;Don't get tired when you're running back to show them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's too important for us to forget&lt;br /&gt;We'll unify our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;God will hear and save&lt;br /&gt;God will hear and save us&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(133, 133, 133); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(133, 133, 133); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I won't be satisfied with okay&lt;br /&gt;And I can't be okay with alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So point me to the edge of life&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up on my toes&lt;br /&gt;Stretch my fingers out to love and bring it back here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-590115118282141366?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/590115118282141366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=590115118282141366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/590115118282141366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/590115118282141366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/02/okay.html' title='okay'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-6302777936177658947</id><published>2011-01-23T08:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T08:36:20.864-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>"Best" friend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Before I begin, I must make one off-topic comment, why is it that so many "creative" people do their best work at night? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could it be that it simply takes us forever to wake up? I'm kidding, kidding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just think it's funny that things can seem so clear and alive and my imagination is best when it's too late and I know I'm going to have to wake up early the next day... Or in some cases "today", given the fact that it's well past midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it also possible that when it's late you tend to ramble?, you ask... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh, well, I like to consider this writing with a sarcastic wit to it, I kinda like it myself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, enough is enough of that... Moving on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever thought about the term "best friend"? I guess, in our culture context, it usually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Means favorite friend or closest friend..."best friend" hmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you have an X-best friend (I have a couple of those), or several people you call your bff's, just one who has known you for years, or maybe you don't have any and either you wish you did because you feel like you're supposed to, or you just don't care...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either of a thousand ways, many people have/have had a "best friend".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are they "best" at?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What classifies them as your "best"??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That precisely is what I am thinking about tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, to a lot of people I have been a friend in some capacity, some people return the favor and some do not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can and YOU can be the "best friend" of anyone we meet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can be the "best" listener&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-it could be someone in front of you in the checkout line whom you've known a total of 4 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- it could be your spouse who you've been listening to for 15 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can be the best host/hostess, advice giver, pair or eyes, trustworthy confidant etc, you get the idea? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a ton of different "bests" and we can be those things to people everywhere anytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if you're without our common definition of a "best friend" for yourself, you can be THE best friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you get it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And basically, being the "best" is doing something where you put other people first, and selfless people make the best of friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's easy to get burned in relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relationships are hard, friend, roommate. Parent, neighbor, co-worker, they all present you with situations you'd never face if you only had to communicate with yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, there is a satisfaction that makes it worth-it in finding a connection with those around you, finding a community, people that care...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people seem to think they are your friend, but if you're really honest, you know all about them, but they only seem to take 50% interest in you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you the giver or taker in the relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is a good solid share of both, you are on the right track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, the point I am making is this- I want to be worthy of being a true "best friend", not only someone who fits in or is fun to be around , so I'm going to start now, just with the people around me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm not going to base my actions off of how others treat me, because people don't listen; they dont keep their word!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But either I act out of bitterness towards those who act wrongly, or I do the right thing and LOVE people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like that idea. Will you join me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-6302777936177658947?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/6302777936177658947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=6302777936177658947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/6302777936177658947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/6302777936177658947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-friend.html' title='&quot;Best&quot; friend?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-586638714065591220</id><published>2011-01-21T22:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T10:56:15.503-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creator'/><title type='text'>DESIGN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_joryql7tY/TUGjgQxz9lI/AAAAAAAAALg/iBzts2sU_sA/s1600/photo-16.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just the coolest thing&lt;div&gt;kind of a side blog - different from my usual themes :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, seriously, this makes me want to smile so stinkin' big: I am in art school!!! WOW! Like, this is so ME! haha, I LOVE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our first chapter of our DESIGN book, it talks about what DESIGN is... how it is something planned and mapped out, it takes PURPOSE &amp;amp; INTELLIGENCE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, I thought, "Hello, proof #1 of creation! AND an intelligent and purposeful creator!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO ONE would believe that a building just evolved or a huge glob of paint thrown onto a canvas made an amazing reflection of a sunset. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_joryql7tY/TUGjgQxz9lI/AAAAAAAAALg/iBzts2sU_sA/s320/photo-16.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566910389061678674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is a master builder, master designer, engineer... all that stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We get to design on a small scale, when compared to the grandeur and intricacy of what The Creator has done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, no one of us can create from &lt;i&gt;nothing... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only He can do that - that is stunning, brilliant, sweet - pick your favorite adjective to punctuate that thought!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A-wesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-586638714065591220?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/586638714065591220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=586638714065591220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/586638714065591220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/586638714065591220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/01/design.html' title='DESIGN'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_joryql7tY/TUGjgQxz9lI/AAAAAAAAALg/iBzts2sU_sA/s72-c/photo-16.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-532526744807894194</id><published>2011-01-15T23:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T23:55:20.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do SOMETHING Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I started off this year by attending the Passion conference here in Atlanta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;(If you haven't heard about it-just go and thank me later;-))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;One of my favorite parts is an area called DO SOMETHING NOW. It's filled with interactive exhibits of global causes represented. We give small amounts towards a huge goal to fund a huge need. TOGETHER WE BECOME A FORCE FOR GOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;It's amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Anyway, this year, I gave to IJM (International Justice Mission) they go undercover into the brothels and rescue women and children. Everyone who gave had their picture taken and it was hung on this wall. Here is mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_joryql7tY/TTKCZ93Sy0I/AAAAAAAAALY/S6Av-PkIGdU/s1600/photo-6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_joryql7tY/TTKCZ93Sy0I/AAAAAAAAALY/S6Av-PkIGdU/s320/photo-6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562651872370805570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;This photo is being used in my school's photo of the week. I was asked what made me give to this specific cause and it really got me thinking... here's what I wrote and I wanted to share it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"When I entered the Do Something Now center at Passion2011, I was immediately drawn to the human trafficking area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I knew I was going to give to the cause before I even walked through the exhibit area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I believe the free people of the world have an obligation to help those who are bound and not turn away and choose ignorance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;All of us got together (Passion2011) because of Jesus Christ. His mission was to "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners". By being apart of rescuing those in chains, I am making that my mission as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Giving to support a rescue mission for human trafficking victims in the Phillipines is the least I can do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I gave because I want to be apart of something bigger than myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every minute two more children are sold into slavery... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There are more slaves on our planet today than ever before in history.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That is a number so big, it seems impossible to change. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT, if &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;together&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; we can rescue even one... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;even one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; girl, we will change her entire universe... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;to help go to IJM.org"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;As I said before, Do Something Now's idea (slogan, if you want to label it that) is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; "Together we are a force for good"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and literally, by the end of our days together, you could totally see how that is true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's NOT just a catch-phrase or slogan, even tho it sounds just nice. IT'S NOT, it really is true and it can be a REALITY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;That's an exciting idea and an exciting thing to be apart of!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background- ;color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-532526744807894194?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/532526744807894194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=532526744807894194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/532526744807894194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/532526744807894194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-started-off-this-year-by-attending.html' title='Do SOMETHING Now'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_joryql7tY/TTKCZ93Sy0I/AAAAAAAAALY/S6Av-PkIGdU/s72-c/photo-6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-781608839745709385</id><published>2011-01-15T22:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T22:43:55.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>don't count THEM out!</title><content type='html'>Let us not forget that the man (Saul/Paul) who became one of the strongest champions of The Name, was before an instigator of violence against it's followers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even the most vile, angry haters can radically change and be used to do amazing things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't count God out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't count yourself out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Don't count THEM out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"them" being whoever is doubting, whoever is sneering, whoever is scoffing around you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-781608839745709385?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/781608839745709385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=781608839745709385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/781608839745709385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/781608839745709385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-count-them-out.html' title='don&apos;t count THEM out!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-3452525451522764616</id><published>2011-01-09T14:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T14:30:44.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Serve ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The world is shouting, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;"Serve ME! Serve ME! Serve ME!",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt; under the guise of,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;"Serve yourSELF! Serve yourSELF, Serve youSELF!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But, Jesus is saying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;"Serve Me! Serve Me! SERVE ME! Because, I AM worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because, I have Loved you. I have SERVED you, because you're WORTH it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"No one can serve two masters. Either he will hate the one and love the other or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money." Matt 6:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it." Matt 10:39 NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-3452525451522764616?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/3452525451522764616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=3452525451522764616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/3452525451522764616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/3452525451522764616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/01/serve-me.html' title='Serve ME!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-3740357892667419040</id><published>2010-12-24T11:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T11:36:18.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Child is This?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Why lies He in such mean estate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Where ox and ass are feeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Good Christians, fear, for sinners here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The silent Word is pleading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The cross He borne for me, for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hail, hail! The Word made flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Babe, the Son of Mary"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing words we do not often hear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let it sink in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-3740357892667419040?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/3740357892667419040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=3740357892667419040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/3740357892667419040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/3740357892667419040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-child-is-this.html' title='What Child is This?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-3394267233081746612</id><published>2010-12-06T22:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:29:49.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at the birds...</title><content type='html'>God has been implanting this into my heart. I want it to become a part of my foundation...&lt;br /&gt;I worry about money, but He says don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;He say's the mind set on the Spirit is PEACE. It really is true that if we would make it our goal to set our minds on th&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;e things ABOVE we would stay at peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew 6:26 says &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;I feel like God is challenging where my reliance and trust is placed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;I want to place it fully in him. Not on my "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;sowing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;" (working), my "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;reaping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;" (paycheck) or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;storing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt; away in barns (savings).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;...Not in what I can do alone, everything comes from Him anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;The birds don't work and strive and worry about what they get, but God is a LOVING father (loving toward all He has made!) and He GIVES to them, not because of their actions meriting reward, but because HE is faithful and He cares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ah, so it is with me, so it is with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Let this sink deeper and deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-3394267233081746612?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/3394267233081746612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=3394267233081746612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/3394267233081746612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/3394267233081746612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2010/12/look-at-birds.html' title='Look at the birds...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-2599218278933214827</id><published>2010-11-19T00:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T00:53:58.999-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Christmas Gift</title><content type='html'>Into a world of the rich and poor, into a world of greed, God, You came down.&lt;br /&gt;A gift, free of charge.&lt;br /&gt;All our money couldn't buy the redemption of our souls.&lt;br /&gt;We celebrate you at Christmas-a time when money is spent.   &lt;br /&gt;A time when those who "lack" money wish for more. &lt;br /&gt;We give.&lt;br /&gt;We receive.&lt;br /&gt;We purchase.&lt;br /&gt;It even would cost a couple hundred dollars to purchase a nativity to dosplay outside my house to say "I believe" not in Santa but in hope, redemption, in JESUS. It all costs a lot of money. &lt;br /&gt;But You,Jesus, don't! Thank you for being the free gift, not bought sold or earned but received. &lt;br /&gt;"Freely you have received, freely give."&lt;br /&gt;In the buying, selling and giving the riches of the world that pass away, don't let us neglect  love and forgiveness....&lt;br /&gt;Just what you brought when you came down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being free.&lt;br /&gt;You're worth more than any other, and you're absolutely free. &lt;br /&gt;We could never buy You, sell You or deserve You.&lt;br /&gt;But we have You, Everything we know we need; Everything we don't know yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-2599218278933214827?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/2599218278933214827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=2599218278933214827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2599218278933214827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2599218278933214827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2010/11/free-christmas-gift.html' title='Free Christmas Gift'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-1294992173950881417</id><published>2010-08-11T22:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:38:22.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God!!</title><content type='html'>People are dying and we're talking.&lt;div&gt;We talk so big. But nothing changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You say you wanna change the world, turn people around and inside-out how do you expect to do this unless you're absolutely the opposite from this world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop talking and start walking! I couldn't say it loud enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAKE UP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I can feel the fire inside when I hear the truth. I wanna cry out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm done with all these emotions, without changing anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jesus came to change the world - HE DID change the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didn't die so we could look pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He didn't die to make a church look pretty, perfect and clean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You talk about not being material and I don't see that in your life, in your fruit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people you praise the people you respect, the people you give credit to - are they the ones who bring God fame?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God! I'm so tired of being fed-up with all this nonsense. God! I'm so tired of being NOT OKAY THAT WE'RE OKAY with all this!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I'll never be okay with ordinary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never be okay with temporary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep me on your path. Let me live the life I feel beating inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me life it from the inside out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so much brokenness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so much loss inbetween. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This feels so pointless - what's the point when we're not changing anything. If we'd get down on our faces and forget about ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God! I want to look to pour out into others, instead of being so caught up with my life, my situations, my relationships, my desires. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I never have anything, I will always have you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truly, strip away all I hold onto so I have to cling closer to you... God, you're all that's worth it. I'm so done with all this fluff. I'm so done. Jesus, make me live all this from the inside out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it's what You want, God, I'll be a visionary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont let me get bitter. But, I want to hate every lie, everything that's not wholly of You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me be someone who evokes change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-1294992173950881417?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/1294992173950881417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=1294992173950881417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1294992173950881417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1294992173950881417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2010/08/god.html' title='God!!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-4458649430791831422</id><published>2010-07-17T20:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T22:00:41.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been tired of having the same strong feelings, the same passions about things for so long and not seeing anything change? &lt;div&gt;At first you might be frustrated because a goal or desire is being blocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might try to ignore your feelings and walk the other way. But even if you shove down something that is apart of you, it will only rise again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you might get angry, not being sure what to do to make a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all becomes exhausting... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This deep desire for more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see the reality of belief before my eyes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To know the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see the change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DONT WANT TO STOP BELIEVING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-4458649430791831422?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/4458649430791831422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=4458649430791831422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/4458649430791831422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/4458649430791831422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2010/07/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-7537015090456607940</id><published>2010-06-02T22:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:17:41.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CARE</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it hurts to care so much. It weighs upon my chest.&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather feel this pain than be dulled and numb to reality.&lt;br /&gt;This is what a heart breaking feels like...&lt;br /&gt;do I still hope?&lt;br /&gt;I just care so much.&lt;br /&gt;If I could only hold your head in my hands in speak truth that would become the foundation of your heart...&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know you're loved&lt;br /&gt;I want to you to know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;If I could take away all your pain... I would.&lt;br /&gt;I will still war.&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you go.&lt;br /&gt;I won't stop caring.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be like the One who carries the world. I can't imagine what He feels in seeing how far we've fallen.&lt;br /&gt;But, I guess I care so much, I love so much, I feel so deeply because of Him.&lt;br /&gt;He Loves, more than an ocean, He loves higher than the sky. His hope dives deeper than the pit you've sunk in. His hope rises every morning in the sky... If you could only see it in front of your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-7537015090456607940?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/7537015090456607940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=7537015090456607940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7537015090456607940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7537015090456607940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2010/06/care.html' title='CARE'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-7924117026248810559</id><published>2010-05-28T00:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T00:58:14.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Men</title><content type='html'>I've seen you walking with a chain around your neck leading you down one path, you can't break away on your own.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you fall down time and time again, and see you struggle, I want to see you win.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you the way you are today. But, I know you can be more. I want to see you change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe it is possible.&lt;br /&gt;But, you have to surrender all.&lt;br /&gt;I still believe it is possible.&lt;br /&gt;But, you have to be willing, you have to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;surrender &lt;/strong&gt;before you can &lt;strong&gt;win&lt;/strong&gt; the war you'll fight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I see these things?&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, yes I want to see them with your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see a light shrouded in darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see a warrior giving in to lies?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see a man, fragile dust, but a treasured prize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you only see Your blood? Your sacrifice was enough, God, I have to believe in You.&lt;br /&gt;I want to see the change. I want to see your hope on the faces of these ones.&lt;br /&gt;All the broken, all the weary, all the hurt and the confused.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-7924117026248810559?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/7924117026248810559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=7924117026248810559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7924117026248810559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7924117026248810559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-men.html' title='3 Men'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-7098692872036306005</id><published>2010-05-22T15:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T23:23:56.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One way street</title><content type='html'>Since the bible says we can only serve one of two masters, and it tells us we're slaves to whomever we choose to serve, I'm feeling like alot of "christians" are slaves to Satan - to sin. And few of them would be willing to give up their rights of their lives enough to become a true servant of God... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not okay with God being just an icon in life. He doesn't deserve that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which is it for you? Who's really in control? Does is hurt to admit the truth? &lt;br /&gt;We only truly live after we've died...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-7098692872036306005?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/7098692872036306005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=7098692872036306005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7098692872036306005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7098692872036306005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-way-street.html' title='One way street'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-696153857428966350</id><published>2010-04-27T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T12:53:00.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>War</title><content type='html'>"We must declare war on the mood of non-expectation, and come together with childlike faith."&lt;br /&gt; - Tozer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-696153857428966350?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/696153857428966350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=696153857428966350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/696153857428966350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/696153857428966350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2010/04/war.html' title='War'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-8586207742080780512</id><published>2010-04-08T23:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T00:22:19.572-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name'/><title type='text'>"In the name of..."</title><content type='html'>I say "... in Jesus' name, Amen" verbatim, wrote, mindlessly, everytime I say a formal prayer, because - why? Because, that's what I heard, that's what I learned, it's a habit.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's biblical (John 14:13) But, how many times we just spout it off, as thoughtlessly as we say "Amen." so we can eat. But, today, I saw it differently, I got the revelation of the power of saying something "In the name of" someone else...&lt;br /&gt;       Think of it this way, when you request something IN THE NAME of someone more powerful than you, you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;evoke&lt;/span&gt; all the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;power&lt;/span&gt; that they hold on your behalf. You call into play, who &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; are, what &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; have done, and suddenly whatever &lt;em&gt;you're&lt;/em&gt; saying has incredible backing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see an illustration something like this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  I am a poor foot soldier, unknown to the King. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My nation is deep in war with an opposing rival. Our General has died in battle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was known, decorated, honored and respected and his name will live on in the history of my people. He had the strategy, he had the plan that would carry our war torn people to victory. But, after his death the king has been silent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The king has no reason to heed any word of urging, begging, pleading,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; any plan that would come from my mouth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, I stand before him and I urge him to take a stance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; to remember our great fallen leader, to rally his army to victory... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't urge him in my voice alone because I ask IN THE NAME of one greater than myself. Suddenly, the stakes have changed and the kings men hold their breathe in wait to see if the king will honor one who sacrificed his life for our cause...&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        When I initially saw this senerio, I wasn't thinking God was the king, and Jesus the general, but that even in human relations this law is still in effect. Names carry reputation and they carry power. So, the fact that I ask things in "Jesus' name" is... amazing. It means &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Because Jesus &lt;em&gt;humbled&lt;/em&gt; himself, "God exalted him to the highest place and gave him &lt;strong&gt;the name&lt;/strong&gt; that is above every name." Phil 2:9 NIV&lt;br /&gt;The NAME OF JESUS evokes all of His authority on our behalf. We are co-heirs with Christ (&lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; are! &lt;em&gt;Us&lt;/em&gt;, little tiny &lt;em&gt;us!&lt;/em&gt;), it's amazing we even have the right to use his name.&lt;br /&gt;      Next time I say "In Jesus' name, Amen", I want to actually think about what I'm saying, about what that means. The One who was before all things, in all things, the One who holds it all together, I pray in THAT name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-8586207742080780512?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/8586207742080780512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=8586207742080780512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/8586207742080780512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/8586207742080780512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-name-of.html' title='&quot;In the name of...&quot;'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-6572454579585026754</id><published>2010-04-04T11:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T14:12:33.372-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><title type='text'>Christ has died, risen, and will come again.</title><content type='html'>I'm so thankful what looked like the worst day for the world turned out to be the best day for all humanity. The day of suffering became the day of amazing grace. God was in control.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful the tomb couldn't hold Him. He got the keys of death, hell and my grave.&lt;br /&gt;Christ has DIED! Christ IS risen! Christ WILL COME again!&lt;br /&gt;His blood was shed - We have redemption.&lt;br /&gt;I live because He died.&lt;br /&gt;His blood still speaks today, His cross the stake in our history that changed everything.&lt;br /&gt;He's seated at the right hand of God. Jesus, may you receive the honor that you deserve today.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your blood, your cross, your suffering, and your triumph... We could never even say enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-6572454579585026754?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/6572454579585026754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=6572454579585026754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/6572454579585026754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/6572454579585026754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2010/04/christ-has-come-risen-and-will-come.html' title='Christ has died, risen, and will come again.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-1693800104898385372</id><published>2010-04-03T00:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T01:04:53.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Career, ministry, life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Career&lt;/span&gt; should never be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt; should never be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Career&lt;/span&gt; should never be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ministry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ministry&lt;/span&gt; should never be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt; should be ministry&lt;br /&gt;Ministry should be&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to be one who finishes the race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-1693800104898385372?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/1693800104898385372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=1693800104898385372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1693800104898385372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1693800104898385372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2010/04/career-ministry-life.html' title='Career, ministry, life'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-1284060442749578858</id><published>2010-03-07T23:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:31:21.306-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feminist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='equality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women&apos;s rights'/><title type='text'>Equal-rights...</title><content type='html'>I wonder if the women who were the first fighters for women's rights realized what our "equality" would mean and how far it would go...&lt;br /&gt;I believe women should be able to vote, make lives for themselves and have a voice in society.&lt;br /&gt;But, how far has our mighty "equality" taken us? Men no longer respect women or take care of them. Back in "the day", average, respectable men wouldn't even &lt;em&gt;cuss&lt;/em&gt; around a lady! A gentlemen wouldn't been seen within distance of a lady carrying any sort of load without helping - whether or not they were aquainted! Common couresy is sadly trashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think about how us modern women fall all over the old romantic tales of charming fellows we see on the big screen... is it really just the "romance" we love and crave? Or is it the sense of being &lt;em&gt;cared&lt;/em&gt; for? That sense of being valued and being shown that we are worth much (precious)? I believe it's the latter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men were supposed to care for women, we, women, were supposed to be in that position of being loved and valued and respected. That is not supposed to mean we're weak emotionally, or spiritually, or that we're all stereotypical either. Nevertheless, we were made to be protected by a stronger being and cherished! I feel a sort of sadness that a great majority of women and men have now lost their places... Women long to be treated in a way that has become just a fairy-tale. Men are dumbed down and made to feel insignificant. Both sexes are needed and have rightful places alongside of each other! I want us to find those again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-1284060442749578858?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/1284060442749578858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=1284060442749578858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1284060442749578858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1284060442749578858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2010/03/equal-rights.html' title='Equal-rights...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-540682192804262954</id><published>2010-02-28T22:39:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T23:52:47.524-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SCAD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion 2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human trafficking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do Something Now'/><title type='text'>How, who, when, where, why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wonder if the future life events that seem so huge to our brains, aren't always so -earth shattering - they just... happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was young, I had a picture in my head of what I would feel like, or be like at my age now. Now that I'm here it doesn't quite &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; like that picture. But, it's okay, I'm moving, I'm going on and it's impossible to see my life and the world through any other eyes than the ones I have right now. In example, when I was fourteen I was mature for my age and thought I was handling things great! I did fine growning up, but with gained experience, I now can look back and say "Oh wow, I know a few more things!". It's good to be growing. I would never want to stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there a place, where you don't have to be ashamed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there a place in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I far away, from that place. Is it there waiting, or do I have to make it reality for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there a place, were not all are perfect, I'm not asking for a fairy tale, not in this life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there a place where I am known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you promise me that everyone is not the same. That they all aren't wrapped up in themselves slandering as they go along???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-540682192804262954?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/540682192804262954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=540682192804262954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/540682192804262954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/540682192804262954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-i-wonder-if-future-life.html' title='How, who, when, where, why'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-8246214383296263442</id><published>2010-02-24T14:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T14:56:07.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I agree</title><content type='html'>I have been seeing how much we have a "Greek" way of thought pervasive in our institutions for "higher learning"... think about this...&lt;br /&gt;"The wisdom of the Greeks, when compared to that of the Jews, is absolutely bestial; for apart from God there can be no wisdom, not any understanding and insight." - Martin Luther&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-8246214383296263442?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/8246214383296263442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=8246214383296263442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/8246214383296263442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/8246214383296263442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-agree.html' title='I agree'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-9029589274632615114</id><published>2010-02-15T18:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:01:50.754-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scripture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tim tebow'/><title type='text'>What are you wearing today?</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about Tim Tebow lately after the "uproar" that was caused by his Focus On The Family ad that aired during the superbowl. That man is certainly no stranger to controversy. But, at least it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all for a purpose. What do we expect? Jesus told us we would be pursecuted for His name. His words and His name are not welcome in our society. But, they haven't quite shut us down yet, God's word still speaks! It will endure forever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_joryql7tY/S3ntnGbqt6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/adYb3ihVLAM/s1600-h/tebow_eyeblack_090905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438639281023924130" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 54px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_joryql7tY/S3ntnGbqt6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/adYb3ihVLAM/s320/tebow_eyeblack_090905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, saying this, I was searching for something on the ever-popular google. As you may know, when you start typing something into google what pops up underneath in a drop-down box are the most popular searches. I typed in: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;What scripture&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are the top 10 MOST SEARCHED topics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scripture&lt;em&gt; says about homosexuality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scripture &lt;em&gt;is the Lord's prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scripture&lt;em&gt; says about marriage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scripture &lt;em&gt;to memorize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scripture &lt;em&gt;says about forgiveness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scripture &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; Jesus &lt;em&gt;wept&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scripture &lt;em&gt;is the ten commandments in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scripture &lt;em&gt;is on Tebow's face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scripture &lt;em&gt;is the Christmas story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scripture &lt;em&gt;is Tebow wearing today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, homosexuality, The Ten commandments, Jesus, Christmas... interesting, but pretty much expected, not really shocking. As much as it's interesting that &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; are the things people are looking into the Bible for, what struck me was that the only "non-biblical" thing, if you will, that is mentioned (twice!) is TIM TEBOW! What a witness, what a way of getting the "scripture" out there... Where it needs to be... But it's got to be &lt;strong&gt;in&lt;/strong&gt; us, before we can put it &lt;strong&gt;out&lt;/strong&gt; there. We can't wear a scripture on our faces, if our life doesn't back it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can people ask that about me? Can people ask that about you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying, "raise your hand out there in cyberspace if you've got John 3:16 tattooed on your forehead!", but seriously, do we put enough stock in the Word of our God? Do we put it into our hearts? Do we really act like it is the "lamp to our feet"?&lt;br /&gt;hmm, I hope this is some food-for-thought for you... it is for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be that kind of person, people will ask "what scripture is on Anna's face today?", they'll wonder "what words of God does Anna have on display?". I'm called to look like Jesus. So are you.&lt;br /&gt;I like how it says it in the New Living version: Matt 24:35 "Heaven and earth will &lt;strong&gt;disappear&lt;/strong&gt;, but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my words will never disappear&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, (as a little extra ;)) it might be silly or maddening that the NCAA just now made a rule banning players writing in their eye black, but I just love how Paul said this:&lt;br /&gt;2 Timothy 2:9 "Remember Jesus Christ, raised from the dead, descended from David. This is my gospel, for which I am suffering even to the point of being chained like a criminal. But &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God's word is not chained."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, God's word is NOT chained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-9029589274632615114?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/9029589274632615114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=9029589274632615114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/9029589274632615114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/9029589274632615114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-been-thinking-about-tim-tebow.html' title='What are you wearing today?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_joryql7tY/S3ntnGbqt6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/adYb3ihVLAM/s72-c/tebow_eyeblack_090905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-8342830682682887411</id><published>2010-02-01T23:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:43:00.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>True</title><content type='html'>For every time I say "I don't know......"&lt;br /&gt;He say's "...I KNOW..." &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jer 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's the beginning of February.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-8342830682682887411?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/8342830682682887411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=8342830682682887411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/8342830682682887411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/8342830682682887411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2010/02/true.html' title='True'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-2310473943065635403</id><published>2010-01-31T22:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:58:42.373-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='have you ever?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Sometimes.</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like you're traveling, but you &lt;em&gt;don't know&lt;/em&gt; where you're going?&lt;br /&gt;Really, metaphorically, not physically... (However, you might have felt this way when you were traveling physically as well if you find yourself "directionally challenged" .)&lt;br /&gt;But, seriously, have you, DO you ever feel that way?&lt;br /&gt;Like, one day, it's okay - the way things are - just trekking...&lt;br /&gt;And then the next day you feel like you're standing still, or moving very slowly. And there's so many more things inside of you, but it feels like nobody knows. You feel like you're &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; standing where you are, and you don't want to stand there so long that you get stuck! You don't really, &lt;em&gt;truly&lt;/em&gt; feel apart of any of it... Things are okay, but you just feel there's MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've posed this question before, "should I stay or should I go."&lt;br /&gt;I never want to be someone who goes off to new places over and over, just to get that clean slate feeling, just to repeat the same old cycle -- cause then, it's would become just &lt;em&gt;running away&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be so unsatisfying when you don't know where you should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that a person can have such mixed feelings about things? It puzzles me exeedingly.&lt;br /&gt;I want fellowship and relationship, but I'm fine being "alone". I don't have people outside of my family who are close to me. It's not the way I would necessarily want it, but it's just the way it is.Either the other people around me either aren't ones I would want close to me, or they're not interesting in pouring into a relationship. I've just accepted that without constantly stuggling against it.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be here at home, but I want to go away. I want to be on-my-own, but I want someone to share it all with.&lt;br /&gt;Such mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are hard. Sometimes you feel the tears crawling up, tickling the inside of your nose... and it's not because your heart is broken, it just feels good to let it - whatever IT is - out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God wants to be in fellowship with us all the time. I know we're supposed to be totally, really, truly "at home" with Him. You know how good it feels to just let your hair down and be YOU. When you're at home, you don't have to care what you look like, or sound like. When you're alone you could be 30 yrs old running around the house in a superman cape and no one would know. It's just freedom with out feeling judged by other eyes, without worrying about looking stupid. That's the way it's supposed to be with God. He's there ALL the time anyway. We're supposed to be AT HOME - all the time, ANYWHERE cause He's there. He's our shelter, refuge, security, our Home-away-from-home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw: it's the end of January.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-2310473943065635403?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/2310473943065635403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=2310473943065635403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2310473943065635403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2310473943065635403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-2450825217822760517</id><published>2010-01-22T19:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:30:21.967-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to save a life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='america'/><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>I feel like movies we are fed with that are labeled: "real-life" movies are never close enough to home. They can be about some catastrophe in Africa or someone being trapped under the World Trade Center after 9/11. Now, i'm not trying to discount the trama or very "realness" that any person in those experiences goes through. But, the average American "Real-life" movie is about some affair, slick villian, stupid person. Life turned comedy, drama, thriller. And there may be an added value or moral to the overall story, but really, is there any &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;answers&lt;/span&gt;, any &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REALITY??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so impressed with To Save A Life, this movie does that job and then some.&lt;br /&gt;I was really speechless when I left the theater.&lt;br /&gt;How can we every really live fulfilled unless we live for someone else? That's a foreign concept to us "westerners" to be sure. hmm&lt;br /&gt;So, something's gotta change.&lt;br /&gt;What's the first step gonna be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-2450825217822760517?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/2450825217822760517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=2450825217822760517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2450825217822760517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2450825217822760517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2010/01/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-6336997578875921294</id><published>2010-01-12T23:38:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:00:41.368-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='national day of prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george washington'/><title type='text'>do we realize what we're forsaking?</title><content type='html'>So, President Obama who " cites that he prays in private and he doesn’t feel the need to observe the day at the White House" cancels the National Day of Prayer observance in Washington...&lt;br /&gt;If the head of the entire country will not humble himself in public and admit that he cannot govern alone - that WE as a people cannot survive alone, than I wonder how much longer we WILL survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_joryql7tY/S01fPgbBoeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/AAxjVKLZYSQ/s1600-h/The_Prayer_at_Valley_Forge_by_Arnold_Friberg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426097846057279970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_joryql7tY/S01fPgbBoeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/AAxjVKLZYSQ/s200/The_Prayer_at_Valley_Forge_by_Arnold_Friberg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't you DARE tell me this is old fashioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but so surely freedom of religious expression is being closed in on. How much longer will we be able to even observe a National Day of Prayer?.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the God who will always have a remnant, we pray in the words of President George Washington,&lt;br /&gt;"since thou art a God of pure eyes, and wilt be sanctified in all who draw near unto thee,&lt;br /&gt;who doest not regard the sacrifice of fools,&lt;br /&gt;nor hear sinners who tread in thy courts,&lt;br /&gt;pardon, I beseech thee, my sins, remove them from thy presence, as far as the east&lt;br /&gt;is from the west, and accept of me for the merits of thy son Jesus Christ,&lt;br /&gt;that when I come into thy temple, and compass thine altar, my prayers&lt;br /&gt;may come before thee as incense; and as thou wouldst hear me calling upon thee&lt;br /&gt;in my prayers, so give me grace to hear thee calling on me in thy word,&lt;br /&gt;that it may be wisdom, righteousness, reconciliation and peace to the saving of the soul in the day of the Lord Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Grant that I may hear it with reverence, receive it with meekness, mingle it with faith, and that it may accomplish in me,&lt;br /&gt;Gracious God, the good work for which thou has sent it. Bless my family, kindred, friends and country, be our God &amp;amp; guide this day and for ever for his sake, who lay down in the Grave and arose again for us, Jesus Christ our Lord, Amen. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-6336997578875921294?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/6336997578875921294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=6336997578875921294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/6336997578875921294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/6336997578875921294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-we-realize-what-were-forsaking.html' title='do we realize what we&apos;re forsaking?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_joryql7tY/S01fPgbBoeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/AAxjVKLZYSQ/s72-c/The_Prayer_at_Valley_Forge_by_Arnold_Friberg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-7656378733955418547</id><published>2010-01-10T23:01:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T00:52:03.962-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complaining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arguing'/><title type='text'>Do Everything...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What&lt;/strong&gt; would it look like if we were a people who did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"everything without complaining or arguing"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Philipians 2:14&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Complaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - (murmurings in KJV) in the greek, speaks of murmur, mutterings; a secret debate or displeasure &lt;strong&gt;not openly avowed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Arguing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - (disputings in KJV) The meaning of this word are: the thinking of a man deliberating&lt;strong&gt; within himself&lt;/strong&gt;, inward reasoning; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;questioning about what is true&lt;/span&gt;; hesitation, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;doubting&lt;/span&gt;; disputing, arguing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original meanings of both of these words speak of not just an outward reaction, but of inward struggle and quiet words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like we all fall so easily to &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;complaining&lt;/span&gt;. I have yet to be in any type of work environment where the people DON'T seem to &lt;em&gt;feed&lt;/em&gt; off of complaining behind someone's back. Have we nothing better to say? It's so easy to join in a "secret displeasure". I so desire to be a person who does not slander others - even slightly!&lt;br /&gt;Also, within ourselves we can allow anger to fester, muttering words of hatred and angst against another. We kill our own health and we're are in violation to the word of God! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Arguing&lt;/span&gt; (disputings) also speaks of this inward battle. The mind can be run away with itself and needs to be taken under the control of the Spirit of God.&lt;br /&gt;Our mouth will speak out of what spills out of our hearts. Many times the word HEART, in our Bible, references the MIND.&lt;br /&gt;We are to bring thoughts against the truth under captivity to Christ "casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ" 2 Cor 10:5 NKJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the definitions of arguing was - &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;doubt&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;James 1:5a-7 "If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God... but when he asks he must believe and not doubt, because he who doubts is like a wave of the sea blown and tossed by the wind. That man should not think he will receive anything from the Lord"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Oh, that we could become a people who surrender their thoughts and words to the Lord so much so that we could become a people who do "everything without complaining or arguing"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It is ONLY through His power, we can do nothing of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;The desire and ability come from above&lt;br /&gt;v.13 "For it is God who works in you to WILL &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; to ACT according to His good purpose"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Then after we're told to be a people who do everything without complaining and arguing... " , it stays:&lt;br /&gt;"SO THAT you may become &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blameless and pure&lt;/span&gt;, children of God &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;without fault&lt;/span&gt; in a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;crooked and depraved generation&lt;/span&gt;, in which &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you shine&lt;/span&gt; like stars in the universe as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you hold out the word of life&lt;/span&gt; - in order that you may boast in the day of Christ that I did not run or labor for nothing." v. 15-16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way we'll make a difference is by looking like Jesus...&lt;br /&gt;Help me, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Whatever happens, conduct yourselves in a manner worthy of the gospel of Christ." Phil 1:27&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- this study is a result of an amazing message given by Louie Giglio at Passion 2010 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-7656378733955418547?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/7656378733955418547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=7656378733955418547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7656378733955418547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7656378733955418547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-everything.html' title='Do Everything...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-2488445263395550134</id><published>2010-01-09T01:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T01:42:27.284-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everlasting'/><title type='text'>Peace of God</title><content type='html'>There is a peace, everlasting&lt;br /&gt;it stands within my soul.&lt;br /&gt;There is a peace, overflowing&lt;br /&gt;it fills me up to the uttermost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the mountains be shaken&lt;br /&gt;and the hills be removed,&lt;br /&gt;yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken&lt;br /&gt;nor my covenant of peace be removed,"&lt;br /&gt;says the LORD, who has compassion on you.&lt;br /&gt;O afflicted city, lashed by storms and not comforted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will build you&lt;/span&gt; with stones of turquoise,&lt;br /&gt;your foundations with sapphires. Isaiah 54:10-11 NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt; (the man who delights in the Lord's ways)&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; are like trees planted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along the riverbank, bearing fruit each season.Their leaves never wither,&lt;br /&gt;and they prosper in all they do. Psalm 1:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will rejoice greatly in the LORD, My soul will exult in my God;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He has clothed me&lt;/span&gt; with garments of salvation,&lt;br /&gt;He has wrapped me with a robe of righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;As a bridegroom decks himself with a garland,&lt;br /&gt;And as a bride adorns herself with her jewels Isaiah 61:10 NASB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my story, this is my song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-2488445263395550134?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/2488445263395550134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=2488445263395550134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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&lt;strosacred&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mighty fortress&lt;/span&gt; is our God&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sacred refuge&lt;/span&gt; is Your Name&lt;br /&gt;Your Kingdom is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;unshakable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With You&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; forever &lt;/span&gt;we will reign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will keep our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eyes on You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will keep our eyes on You&lt;br /&gt;So we can set our hearts on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord we will set our hearts on You." - Christy Nockels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-3828319983746654663?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-3416143135278134283</id><published>2010-01-06T03:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:32:12.894-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='william wilberforce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><title type='text'>without that step...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things great&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;small beginnings&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; downpour is just a raindrop&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fire is just a spark&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;harvest is just a seed&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERY JOURNEY IS JUST A&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; STEP&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE WITHOUT THAT &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STEP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE WILL BE NO JOURNEY&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;raindrop&lt;/span&gt; there can be no shower;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;seed&lt;/span&gt; there can be no harvest." -William Wilberforce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-3416143135278134283?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/3416143135278134283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=3416143135278134283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/3416143135278134283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/3416143135278134283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2010/01/without-that-step.html' title='without that step...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-7149538731401214010</id><published>2009-12-29T22:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T23:04:31.311-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timeless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isaiah'/><title type='text'>isaiah 54:10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;There is a word that is timeless and one that endures and remains steady and powerful throughout every season of time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;"For though the mountains should depart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;and the hills be shaken or removed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;yet My love and kindness shall not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;depart from you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;nor shall My covenant of peace and completeness be removed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;says the Lord, Who has compassion on you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Isaiah 54:10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-7149538731401214010?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/7149538731401214010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=7149538731401214010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7149538731401214010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/7149538731401214010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-is-word-that-is-timeless-and-one.html' title='isaiah 54:10'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-5082368218604985448</id><published>2009-12-10T22:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:33:32.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's possible now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;od, You answer us. You raise us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ave you ever felt like it takes alot to break through to worship God without being distracted or self conscience? Or to clear your mind, get past your surroundings and past just saying the words &amp;amp; doing the motions- to get to feeling close to God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n the garden of eden, sin had not yet separated man from God's closeness, from communion with HIm. God walked with man, He spoke with him face to face.&lt;br /&gt;But after man fell and gave in to sin, we were separated.&lt;br /&gt;We were defiled.&lt;br /&gt;We could no longer enter God's presence freely. Or feel His closeness and walk in absolute truth.&lt;br /&gt;The world became dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;nly through the sacrifice of Christ did we even gain the availability to feel his presence here once again. To find freedom in it. And to have the assurance of being undevided from Him for eternity. Through the Cross, the division between us and God was torn down and we have access to our Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ut still so often (as citizens of this world) we have so much (knowingly and unknowingly) between us. It sometimes takes time to break through those things. We have bitterness, unforgiveness, jealously, perversion, and just dirt from what we take in throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;The blood of Jesus cleanses us ungoingly from all unrighteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he fact that we can even now enter into his presence is a miracle&lt;br /&gt;The fact that, where we come together in his name He shows up, is exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n heaven one day , there will be no more boundries, no more confusion, no more distractions... Again, all because the blood of Jesus has cleansed us and washed us white as snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;e walk now, on earth boldly and unashamed with the power we need in this mortal life...&lt;br /&gt;And, one day, there we will walk clothed in white surrounded in His light with nothing inbetween.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-5082368218604985448?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/5082368218604985448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=5082368218604985448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/5082368218604985448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/5082368218604985448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-possible-now.html' title='it&apos;s possible now'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-2269061739405535056</id><published>2009-11-29T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:45:27.216-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one'/><title type='text'>1 is better than 99..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I heard a story.&lt;br /&gt;Someone in my department at work recently went to visit the small population of spanish Jews living in Israel. While he was there the local church had an evangelistic event. There were 150 people in attendance, small by our American standards.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;souls were saved.&lt;br /&gt;That was the equivalent of 5,000 people here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me again of how we tend to&lt;br /&gt;count success in numbers. We measure relatively and compete like we're in it for the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded that Jesus said, "there is more joy in heaven over&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; one&lt;/span&gt; lost sinner who repents and returns to God than over ninety-nine others who are righteous and haven’t strayed away!"&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;"...there is joy in the presence of God’s angels when even one sinner repents"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're often overwhelmed and all about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quantity&lt;/span&gt;, Jesus is all about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us not forget the power of one.&lt;br /&gt;For if we "successfully" herd the masses through, and neglect truly teaching even one heart&lt;br /&gt;what will we have to show, for our efforts in the end will be failure.&lt;br /&gt;God sees souls not numbers&lt;br /&gt;He sees children that he calls precious - rare and of great value.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-2269061739405535056?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/2269061739405535056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=2269061739405535056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2269061739405535056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2269061739405535056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-is-better-than-99.html' title='1 is better than 99..'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-2943188010563286395</id><published>2009-11-23T17:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:42:37.438-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='header'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new layout'/><title type='text'>time for a new layout!</title><content type='html'>New layout and header!!&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Forever I've wanted to personalize this blog and I didn't know how or WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm so proud of myself today, I made my own headers!!&lt;br /&gt;I like :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-2943188010563286395?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/2943188010563286395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=2943188010563286395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2943188010563286395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2943188010563286395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-for-new-layout.html' title='time for a new layout!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-8366369832594732654</id><published>2009-11-19T23:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:08:50.547-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Jesus, I want to Love like a child with the depth of an ancient.&lt;br /&gt;I want to live. I need your Love so I&lt;strong&gt; won't fear,&lt;/strong&gt; so I can&lt;strong&gt; love the hard-hearted, fully myself...&lt;/strong&gt; with You.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to DO for the sake of DOING. I want to DO for the sake of LOVING.&lt;br /&gt;I long for Love.&lt;br /&gt;I long to be known.&lt;br /&gt;The only time the world really stopped was when I looked into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you in the middle of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes burn with light. Your Love is so bright, there's no mistaking it, I think we're the ones who confuse it.&lt;br /&gt;You burn through the night, your mercy always breaks through, tears dry in your sunlight. Your coming on the wings of the dawn and last night I saw you... every word disintegrated.&lt;br /&gt;You're so big I can't grasp it. Yet, You're so near I can't comprehend it.&lt;br /&gt;To never lose the wonder, to use this pain for victory.&lt;br /&gt;To appropriate the power of Your cross for all it's worth.&lt;br /&gt;You're precious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-8366369832594732654?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/8366369832594732654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=8366369832594732654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/8366369832594732654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/8366369832594732654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2009/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-5469526536907593738</id><published>2009-11-15T16:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:33:45.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>in the moment</title><content type='html'>So, this is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE not knowing&lt;/strong&gt; and that's just the place I almost always seem to be of lately.&lt;br /&gt;God, what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, am I that deaf and dumb?&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-5469526536907593738?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/5469526536907593738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=5469526536907593738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/5469526536907593738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/5469526536907593738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-moment.html' title='in the moment'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-5054392639675554513</id><published>2009-11-15T16:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:29:57.589-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church jesus true religion cry'/><title type='text'>We're are........</title><content type='html'>I recently heard it said: "Jesus wasn't raised up on the cross to give us a career." and it keeps going over and over in my head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we have better things to do than to argue?&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to stand up and scream, but so many times the hammer seems to slip and fall on the wrong side... so, I sit and say nothing... I hate being misunderstood, so alone.&lt;br /&gt;We're not meant to speak, we're supposed to live.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus isin't a brand or a nametag, His cross is not cool or fashionable. It's radical, it's for every age every time every people group.&lt;br /&gt;We're so twisted, so confused...&lt;br /&gt;and if we really lived for Love, it wouldn't look like this.&lt;br /&gt;Cause we focus on all the wrong things. We're so blind! Father, can you still lead us?!&lt;br /&gt;Don't we have anything better to do than talk idle words out? Oh! they're spewing and falling and tripping our brothers.&lt;br /&gt;I thought soldiers never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to be the only one. It's so much easier to swim with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to those who'll remain unnamed,&lt;br /&gt;I've heard you say it again and again and that vision is so nice, but that's not what I'm seeing, friend.&lt;br /&gt;Your words paint a beautiful picture, but I don't see those same colors on display.&lt;br /&gt;We've become a place of false advertising, we're not meant to play these games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine God, does your heart not weep to see your church so crippled, so helpless, when we've got all the Power we need... You must see some good in us yet.&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who loves Justice.&lt;br /&gt;You're the One who reigns in Mercy.&lt;br /&gt;You hate sin BUT love unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I wanna be like you and I want things to change. And even tho it seems they never will, I never want to stop believing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hate your bride, Oh God, make us pure for you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-5054392639675554513?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/5054392639675554513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=5054392639675554513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/5054392639675554513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/5054392639675554513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2009/11/were-are.html' title='We&apos;re are........'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-1209787030960485114</id><published>2009-08-25T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:19:39.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting... in peace, not turmoil... in TRUST</title><content type='html'>I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I am hopeful&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Though it is painful&lt;br /&gt;But patiently, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will move ahead,&lt;br /&gt;bold and confident&lt;br /&gt;Taking every step in obedience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting...&lt;br /&gt;I will serve You&lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting...&lt;br /&gt;I will worship.&lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will not faint, I'll be running the race.&lt;br /&gt;Even while I wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I am peaceful&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not easy&lt;br /&gt;But faithfully, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I will serve You while I'm waiting!&lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I'm waiting!&lt;br /&gt;I will serve You while I'm waiting,&lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I'm waiting,&lt;br /&gt;I will serve you while I'm waiting...I will worship while I'm waiting on You, Lord - While I'm waiting, John Waller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-1209787030960485114?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/1209787030960485114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=1209787030960485114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1209787030960485114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1209787030960485114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2009/08/waiting-in-peace-not-turmoil-in-trust.html' title='Waiting... in peace, not turmoil... in TRUST'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-749162984025075856</id><published>2009-08-24T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:47:10.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>comfort</title><content type='html'>Come thou fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing thy grace&lt;br /&gt;Streams of mercy never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise&lt;br /&gt;Teach me some melodious sonnet, sung by flaming tongues above&lt;br /&gt;Praise the mount I'm fixed upon in&lt;br /&gt;Mount of thy redeeming Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost in utter darkness, til you came and rescued me&lt;br /&gt;I was bound by all my sin when your love came and set me free&lt;br /&gt;Now my soul can sing a new song, now my heart has found a home&lt;br /&gt;Now your grace is always with me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never be alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come thou Fount&lt;br /&gt;Come thou King&lt;br /&gt;Come thou precious prince of Peace&lt;br /&gt;Here your bride - to You we sing&lt;br /&gt;Come thou fount of our blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-749162984025075856?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/749162984025075856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=749162984025075856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/749162984025075856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/749162984025075856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2009/08/comfort.html' title='comfort'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-3533984373317733443</id><published>2008-08-19T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:16:46.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>Today I'm not quite sure what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have all the answers.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't need to know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I choose to come back to where I started. I will stay here in the good times and the hard times........ At the Cross.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW that my God is unchanging - I know His plans will not fail. He will never cease to amaze... This is my God and this is my declaration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not all about me. I am not in charge. I have a future and I have a hope- Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, You are all I need.&lt;br /&gt;This brings a smile to my face... You are always.&lt;br /&gt;I love You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-3533984373317733443?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/3533984373317733443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=3533984373317733443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/3533984373317733443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/3533984373317733443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2008/08/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-1478415066468123423</id><published>2008-08-06T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:52:16.439-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross'/><title type='text'>Jesus</title><content type='html'>For every broken heart, for every man who bleeds. One man gave every drop of his life. He took up OUR infirmities and carried OUR diseases. He tookOUR punishment and gave us peace. And by His stripes we... are... healed.&lt;br /&gt;For every murderer.&lt;br /&gt;For every lie.&lt;br /&gt;For all the sins that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have created - He bacame sin.&lt;br /&gt;For every cutter.&lt;br /&gt;For all our shame, Jesus, You were disfigured beyond recognition.&lt;br /&gt;For every prideful man, He made Himself nothing, to free you from the grasp of self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why the STORY is Jesus, the MESSAGE is Mercy, the CENTERPIECE is Savior, the POWER is Forever, and the FRUIT is Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"For I determined to know nothing among you except Jesus Christ, and Him crucified." 1 cor 2:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you understand what He did for you, how can you settle for anything less that what He died to give you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"The curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mark 15:38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-1478415066468123423?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/1478415066468123423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=1478415066468123423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1478415066468123423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/1478415066468123423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2008/08/jesus.html' title='Jesus'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-5493868321685713677</id><published>2008-07-30T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:13:26.146-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louie Giglio Fruitcake grace'/><title type='text'>"Fruitcake and Ice cream" -Louie Giglio</title><content type='html'>"Fruitcake and Ice Cream" - a message by Louie Giglio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.northpoint.org/messages"&gt;http://www.northpoint.org/messages&lt;/a&gt; Home Free-Even Me&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.itunes.com/podcast?id=262317288"&gt;http://www.itunes.com/podcast?id=262317288&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you gotten grace yet?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Louie Talks about this scripture - I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2 Cor 5:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"For if we are beside ourselves, it is for God; if we are of sound mind, it is for you. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;THE IDEA:&lt;/span&gt; when we fully &lt;em&gt;get&lt;/em&gt; grace - grace &lt;em&gt;gets &lt;/em&gt;us too... and when we&lt;em&gt; get&lt;/em&gt; it it "will freak you out". When we understand the magnitude of grace (why it's called Amazing Grace) then we will just temporarily lose our minds!&lt;br /&gt;We have to act "sane" in order to operate in this world - in order to communicate the message to people who haven't gotten it, so they can get it and you can both go crazy together! Ha! = )&lt;br /&gt;Check it out in The Message Bible with verse 14:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If I acted crazy, I did it for God; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if I acted overly serious, I did it for you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christ's love has moved me to such extremes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His love has the first and last word in everything we do."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Verse 14 in the NIV &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;says:&lt;/span&gt; "For Christ's love &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;compels*&lt;/span&gt; us, because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we are convinced**&lt;/span&gt; that one died for all, and therefore all died."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*(to Compel means 'to have a powerful and irresistible effect')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**('we ARE conviced' - aka - "we &lt;em&gt;get&lt;/em&gt; it!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;May we never lose our passion for the sake of the Gosple, our wonder at the Cross and our joy in the love of our Creator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-5493868321685713677?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/5493868321685713677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=5493868321685713677' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/5493868321685713677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/5493868321685713677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2008/07/fruitcake-and-ice-cream-louie-giglio.html' title='&quot;Fruitcake and Ice cream&quot; -Louie Giglio'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-2470147482338145295</id><published>2008-07-23T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:20:48.724-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris tomlin hello love you lifted me out'/><title type='text'>Ha,ha! I love it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VFm18ZlgBOs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VFm18ZlgBOs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everything about this song. I am eagerly awaiting "Hello LOVE"!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2477660688814759171-2470147482338145295?l=i--am--not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/feeds/2470147482338145295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2477660688814759171&amp;postID=2470147482338145295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2470147482338145295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2477660688814759171/posts/default/2470147482338145295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2008/07/haha-i-love-it.html' title='Ha,ha! I love it!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065948605422849439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4HCTaMj6k/Tf2B4Aof9PI/AAAAAAAAALw/iz5RivCyejo/s220/mejune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477660688814759171.post-2793283357120796354</id><published>2008-06-30T16:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T17:09:49.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm never giving up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My God is truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My God's words are truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;His words are forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am in Him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Let all the earth fear the Lord, let all the people of the world revere Him. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For He spoke, and it came to be; He commanded and it stood firm.&lt;/span&gt; The Lord foils the plans of the nations; He thwarts the purposes of the peoples. But the plans of the Lord stand firm forever, the purposes of HIS HEART through all generations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord, the people He chose for His inheritance. From heaven the Lord looks down and sees all mankind; from His dwelling place He watches all who live on earth- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He who forms the hearts of all, who considers everything they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No king is savcd by the size of his army; no warrior escapes by his great strength. A horse is a vain hope for deliverance; dispite all it's strength it cannot save.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the eyes of the Lord are on those who fear Him, on those whose hope is in His unfailing love,&lt;/span&gt; to deliver them from death and keep them alive in famine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We wait in hope for the Lord; He is our help and our shield. In him our hearts rejoice, for we trust in His hol y name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="f
