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title='In Black and White'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/ScmEGZMeLqI/AAAAAAAAAjo/YhDT9R4Ymbg/s72-c/pregnant_lead_narrowweb__300x455,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-4772986046483291112</id><published>2008-11-05T10:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:02:30.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>O bomb a...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.75in; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Habakkuk's prayer to the Lord after he saw a vision of Jerusalem destroyed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.75in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Though the fig tree should not blossom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And there be no fruit on the vines, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Though&lt;/i&gt; the yield of the olive should fail &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the fields produce no food, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Though the flock should be cut off from the fold &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And there be no cattle in the stalls,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yet I will exult in the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will rejoice in the God of my salvation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Lord G&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OD  &lt;/span&gt; is my strength,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And He has made my feet like hinds' &lt;i&gt;feet,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And makes me walk on my high places. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;For the choir director, on my stringed instruments."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--Habakkuk 3:17-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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a...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-94050965708268073</id><published>2008-10-11T08:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T09:35:51.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change in the Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dlmYMkHlb9E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dlmYMkHlb9E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's something talkin' in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Whispering through the trees&lt;br /&gt;That feeling in my bones again&lt;br /&gt;Just puts me right at ease&lt;br /&gt;It takes me back to all the times&lt;br /&gt;I' ve been here before&lt;br /&gt;But crossroads, old familiar signs&lt;br /&gt;Tell me there's something more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't explain, there's something&lt;br /&gt;strange about the early fall&lt;br /&gt;It's comfort leaving me without a care&lt;br /&gt;I remain but everything around me hears the call&lt;br /&gt;And tonight I feel a change in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaves are turning, soon they'll fall&lt;br /&gt;There's a norther blowing in&lt;br /&gt;The memories flowin', I recall&lt;br /&gt;Those changes in the wind&lt;br /&gt;But I can never try to understand&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can hold in your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't explain, there's something&lt;br /&gt;strange about the early fall&lt;br /&gt;It's comfort leaving me without a care&lt;br /&gt;I remain but everything around me hears the call&lt;br /&gt;And tonight I feel a change in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'll surely feel a change in the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-94050965708268073?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/94050965708268073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=94050965708268073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/94050965708268073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/94050965708268073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/10/change-in-air.html' title='Change in the Air'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-5655333017339152135</id><published>2008-09-19T09:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:36:33.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman's Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SNO42_4U0qI/AAAAAAAAAXI/zRl01FpI_1o/s1600-h/0takeyrhandrh23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SNO42_4U0qI/AAAAAAAAAXI/zRl01FpI_1o/s400/0takeyrhandrh23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247741245816885922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;"A Woman's Question" by Lena Lathrop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; "Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; Ever made by the hand above? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; A woman's heart, and a woman's life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; And a woman's wonderful love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; Do you know you have asked for this priceless thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; As a child might ask for a toy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; Demanding what others have died to win, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; With the reckless dash of a boy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; You have written my lesson of duty out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; Manlike, you have questioned me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; Now stand at the bars of my woman's soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; Until I shall question thee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; You require your mutton shall always be hot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; Your socks and your shirt be whole; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; I require your heart be true as God's stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; And as pure as His heaven your soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; You require a cook for your mutton and beef, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; I require a far greater thing; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; A seamstress you're wanting for socks and shirts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; I look for a man and a king. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; A king for the beautiful realm called Home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; And a man that his Maker, God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; Shall look upon as He did on the first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; And say: "It is very good" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; I am fair and young, but the rose may fade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; From this soft young cheek one day; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; Will you love me then 'mid the falling leaves, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; As you did 'mong the blossoms of May? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; Is your heart an ocean so strong and true, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; I may launch my all on its tide? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; A loving woman finds heaven or hell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; On the day she is made a bride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; I require all things that are grand and true, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; All things that a man should be; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; If you give this all, I would stake my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; To be all you demand of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; If you cannot be this, a laundress and cook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; You can hire and little to pay; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; But a woman's heart and a woman's life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; Are not to be won that way." &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/2508985763548713705-5655333017339152135?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/5655333017339152135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=5655333017339152135' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/5655333017339152135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/5655333017339152135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/09/womans-question.html' title='A Woman&apos;s Question'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SNO42_4U0qI/AAAAAAAAAXI/zRl01FpI_1o/s72-c/0takeyrhandrh23.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-3763220551303181148</id><published>2008-09-08T14:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:39:24.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clumsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SMV-skVrbQI/AAAAAAAAAW4/zxD4Z6PVYcY/s1600-h/cleanse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SMV-skVrbQI/AAAAAAAAAW4/zxD4Z6PVYcY/s400/cleanse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243736645276757250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You think I’d have it down by now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Been practicin’ for thirty {nineteen} years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I should have walked a thousand miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So what am I still doin’ here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reachin’ out for that same old piece of forbidden fruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I slip and fall and I knock my halo loose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody tell me what’s a boy {girl} supposed to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I get so clumsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I get so foolish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I get so stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then I feel so useless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But You’re sayin’ You love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And You’re still gonna hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that You wanna be near me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘Cause You’re makin’ me holy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You’re still makin’ me holy, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m gonna get it right this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ll be strong and I’ll make You proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ve prayed that prayer a thousand times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the rooster crows and my tears roll down (again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then You remind me You made me from the dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can never, no never, be good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that You’re not gonna let that come between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I get so clumsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I get so foolish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I get so stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then I feel so useless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But You’re sayin’ You love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And You’re still gonna hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that You wanna be near me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘Cause You’re makin’ me holy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You’re still makin’ me holy, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From where I stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your holiness is up so high I can never reach it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My only hope is to fall on Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I get so clumsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I get so foolish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I get so stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then I feel so useless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But You’re sayin’ You love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And You’re still gonna hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that You wanna be near me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘Cause You’re makin’ me holy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You’re still makin’ me holy, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Chris Rice&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/2508985763548713705-3763220551303181148?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/3763220551303181148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=3763220551303181148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3763220551303181148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3763220551303181148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/09/clumsy.html' title='Clumsy'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SMV-skVrbQI/AAAAAAAAAW4/zxD4Z6PVYcY/s72-c/cleanse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-3837235099397466609</id><published>2008-08-13T12:49:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:36:49.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Chancey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SKrSzzPDwsI/AAAAAAAAAWw/A9Lhfh5F9kY/s1600-h/HPIM4722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SKrSzzPDwsI/AAAAAAAAAWw/A9Lhfh5F9kY/s400/HPIM4722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236229304140153538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE MY BAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; bay.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*falling hearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she takes the bit and gets too strong&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes when I neck rein she turns all wrong&lt;br /&gt;But right or wrong she's right beneath me, like only a friend would be,&lt;br /&gt;And that's close enough to perfect for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other horses get their kicks from her hind legs,&lt;br /&gt;Course she don't like it when I kick her insteads&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know she's not an angel, but how boring would that be?&lt;br /&gt;She's close enough to perfect for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes to me and nudges&lt;br /&gt;And follows me around&lt;br /&gt;She don't have to say it&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry bout my horse,&lt;br /&gt;What you think she ought to be,&lt;br /&gt;She's close enough to perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she'll spook and take you by surprise&lt;br /&gt;And you will land hard if you don't compromise...&lt;br /&gt;She's all the horse I've ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;And all the one I need&lt;br /&gt;She's close enough to perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes to me and nudges&lt;br /&gt;And follows me around&lt;br /&gt;She don't have to say it&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry bout my horse,&lt;br /&gt;What you think she ought to be,&lt;br /&gt;She's close enough to perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Jessica Traylor lyric substitute for "Close Enough To Perfect" by Alabama&lt;br /&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/2508985763548713705-3837235099397466609?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/3837235099397466609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=3837235099397466609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3837235099397466609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3837235099397466609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/08/tribute-to-chancey.html' title='Tribute to Chancey'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SKrSzzPDwsI/AAAAAAAAAWw/A9Lhfh5F9kY/s72-c/HPIM4722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-2979457872624979976</id><published>2008-07-29T19:06:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:57:58.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You save my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SI-26eXantI/AAAAAAAAAWg/2NZDjnr6bho/s1600-h/PICT5974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228598808100380370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SI-26eXantI/AAAAAAAAAWg/2NZDjnr6bho/s320/PICT5974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was driving down the road today&lt;br /&gt;Song came on I haven't heard in a few years&lt;br /&gt;Sobered I shifted and turned it up&lt;br /&gt;As memories tortured me with my past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kneeling on a hardwood floor&lt;br /&gt;Three o'clock still sleep is my enemy&lt;br /&gt;Streams of lies filled my head&lt;br /&gt;Screaming at darkness, alone and empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightmares agonized my soul&lt;br /&gt;Demons jeered "my destiny"&lt;br /&gt;Haunted just like a prey&lt;br /&gt;To be caught in traps of illusions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just three hours of sleep&lt;br /&gt;And tears for food&lt;br /&gt;Still I must be secluded, trust no one&lt;br /&gt;In my foolishness I fought alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I must grieve," sounds convincing&lt;br /&gt;Any explanation to excuse my insufficency&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding inside, trembling&lt;br /&gt;Surely I was a captive of his lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days were rushed,&lt;br /&gt;Just to get through&lt;br /&gt;So I could take off my mask&lt;br /&gt;And be a zombie to the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leave me alone, please" I said&lt;br /&gt;To die in my pain was my murmur&lt;br /&gt;The grips of death squeezed&lt;br /&gt;Quickly air fled from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart called You&lt;br /&gt;and then You came&lt;br /&gt;Giving me light&lt;br /&gt;I saw Your mercy and grace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stretched out your arms to me&lt;br /&gt;I walked by You and believed&lt;br /&gt;Resting in Your love,&lt;br /&gt;In the fullness of peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always confounded how You are there&lt;br /&gt;In the darkest of times, if I just look!&lt;br /&gt;Though winds blow hard and clouds are dark&lt;br /&gt;You say peace and my heart is still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise You, for Your presence&lt;br /&gt;Has filled my heart with song!&lt;br /&gt;And turned my mourning to joy,&lt;br /&gt;Changing my death to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's when I cannot talk to You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when I think You're gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when I'm angry in fright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when I've collapsed from fighting on my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You offer strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when I'm not sufficient...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when I'm dying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You save my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~Jessica Traylor&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/2508985763548713705-2979457872624979976?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/2979457872624979976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=2979457872624979976' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/2979457872624979976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/2979457872624979976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-save-my-life.html' title='You save my life'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SI-26eXantI/AAAAAAAAAWg/2NZDjnr6bho/s72-c/PICT5974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-8789869149965197048</id><published>2008-06-25T22:24:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T09:33:25.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Kids Speak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SGOcX6EedcI/AAAAAAAAAWY/U7CAK7hHGsg/s1600-h/Jess_poses.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aww I just found an old journal that I use to write in every day.  I pulled out a few entries, this was when I was 12...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SGOcX6EedcI/AAAAAAAAAWY/U7CAK7hHGsg/s1600-h/Jess_poses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SGOcX6EedcI/AAAAAAAAAWY/U7CAK7hHGsg/s320/Jess_poses.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216184727964120514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God,&lt;br /&gt;Please help me to become a good housewife and mother and wife when I grow up if it be your will for me to be married!  Help me in my cooking this summer.  I love you.  ~Jessica 6/20/01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Please help me to pray more often.  I praise you for what you are!  I love you!  Help me to be orderly and neat and to love you with all my heart.  Please give me advise on the backyard Bible club.  Please give me peace about it one way or another!  I love you!  ~Jessica 6/23/01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all.  I love you so much!!!  Please help me to be a witness for you this day as I walk in my every day life.  We are planning to do a lot of cleaning again today.  That will be fun!  I love you and praise you and thank you for giving me another day to live for you and witness for you.  Please help me to be a good witness!  Help me!  Talk to you later in the day! ~Jessica 6/27/01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord keep me from making the mistakes I'm most prone to when temptation comes.  I confess that what I think is necessary, smart, or personally beneficial is so often only the beautiful wrapping on sin.  So please, keep me far from evil!  Keep me safe from the pain and grief that sin brings.  For the dangers that I can't see, or the ones that I think I can risk because of my experience (pride and carelessness), put up a supernatural barrier.  Protect me, Father, by your power!  I love you!  ~Jessica 7/1/01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord help me to find out if Katie's saved Lord, she didn't give me a real answer, help me!  ~Jessica 7/8/01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying not to think about Missouri, but pray about it.  We are going to Missouri Friday to look around and for Dad to see about the bank.  I love you so much Lord!  Lead me in the way that is right!  Help me, tell me the answer.  Help me not to get too excited before I know the answer.  1st of September is when the job starts, whether it's Daddy's job or not I don't know, but I only want your guidance, tell me Lord!  I love you and I'll be praying!  ~ Jessica P.S. Thanks for helping me with my report!!  8/2/01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Father,&lt;br /&gt;I love you!  Thanks for helping me love you more, Lord, I'm waiting for Daniel Josiah (((this is the name my mother had picked out for her next son, except she never had one))), he hasn't come yet.  I love you, help me have patience.  ~Jessica 9/1/01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for lifting my burdens, I feel so much peace!!  Please, I beg for a Jabez appointment tomorrow. ~Jessica 9/31/01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got up at 5:00 so today I didn't but I did do my math before we left on the field trip with the Schmidts with your help.  Misty came over today, we talked, but not very much because they were only here about 45 minutes I think.  Please help me help her grow in you!  I love you and praise you for letting her be my friend.  Please help me to grow also and help my SPARKS, I love each one, they are so darling!  Most of the time.  Help me Lord to witness to Reagan, she is so darling!  Love you so much and I've been looking for a Jabez appointment! ~Jessica P.S. Sorry for the bad handwriting, help my future husband to live a good and pleasing life to you also!  10/3/01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for giving me everything that you did.  Please help me to keep praying, and reading my Bible and studying it and having so much peace like I have had these last few days.  Help me to do better on not irritating people and arguing though.  Lord you have done so much for me and these last few days you have blessed me enormously.  I just hope and pray that I will always have this kind of peace.  Help me be diligent to study God's Word, pray, keep right with you, and do my school work!  I love you!  See you in heaven!  Love, Jessica. 3/6/02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-iXas6Svnkk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-iXas6Svnkk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-8789869149965197048?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/8789869149965197048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=8789869149965197048' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/8789869149965197048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/8789869149965197048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-kids-speak.html' title='When Kids Speak...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SGOcX6EedcI/AAAAAAAAAWY/U7CAK7hHGsg/s72-c/Jess_poses.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-3608849353277116733</id><published>2008-06-17T17:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:19:36.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a hurry</title><content type='html'>We have a million things to do every day, we got work, school, homework, appointments, plans, schedules, shopping, church, practice, oh yeah, gotta eat too...sometimes that optional.  We are all going different directions, always in a hurry, rush it, there is so much to do!  Fast food not fast enough, 1 hour photo develop just ain't worth the time.  Why does that girl keep asking me to talk to her, she knows I'm slam packed??  Wait, when do I have time to sleep?  How could I have forgotten to feed my dog AGAIN?  And what do we do in our free time?  Ipods, cell phones, TV, computer, radio, there is never a noiseless moment, GOOD GRIEF!!!  No wonder there are no real families left in our country!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm in a hurry to get things done&lt;br /&gt;Oh I rush and rush until life's no fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I really got to do is live and die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm in a hurry and don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't be late, I leave in plenty of time&lt;br /&gt;Shakin' hands with the clock&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a roll and I'm ready to rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I have to drive so fast&lt;br /&gt;My car has nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;It's not new&lt;br /&gt;But it'll do &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zero to sixty in five point two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I hear a voice&lt;br /&gt;That says I'm running &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pick up my pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a race and there ain't no room for someone in second place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a hurry to get things done&lt;br /&gt;Oh I rush and rush until life's no fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I really got to do is live and die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  But I'm in a hurry and don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--Alabama--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep doing, keep going, push push push push...until guess what?  You break.  Then you turn to the Lord (hopefully) and wonder where He has been.  He ain't gone no where friend.  Back on your rollercoaster and the race is on again.  Run run run, til you're completely out of gas and back and square 1 and the cycle continues.  And we wonder why we're so stressed? haha.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What ever happened to life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you hear His voice with so much noise? How can you say you are following God when you cannot even see him for all the activities? How can you say He is your best friend when you don't put time into talking to Him?  It's so ironic, why do you want God to save time for you if you don't save time for Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down.  Find your peace with God and keep it, that relationship needs maintenance.  Turn off the radio, off the noise, off the commotion, maybe even off the lights and get real with God.  Or go take a walk in the starlight, that always does the trick for me, but watch out for panthers! :P  You need time to think, you need time to talk to other people about the important things, you need time to play with your children, your siblings, to give your Mom or Dad a much needed break...a foot massage or nice walk and talk.  Go take the weekend off, go to the lake, pick up a line go fishin, leave that radio off for goodness sake!!!   Speak sweet, find out how other people are feeling.  Spend it with your family, with your friends, show them you love them.  Grab a pizza, pick up that Bible, bring a notebook you just might want to write somethin down!  Hug a friend, smile at a stranger, talk to your family, PRAY with your family.  Snuggle up and watch a movie with hot chocolate and popcorn, pull out a good family book and read out loud in the living room, or just sit around and talk!  Do we even know how to talk to our family anymore?  Have a nice long bubble bath, or milk bath even better!  Play with the kids in your life, rock the baby to sleep you might decide you don't want to put her down.  Pull out that favorite pie recipe, surprise somebody.  Smile, laugh, sing.  Enjoy life, it's only so long.  Live as if today is a gift, and you've got eternity to think about what you did with it.  Somehow the important things become more clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="200"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tOTRHoyXz78&amp;amp;hl=en" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tOTRHoyXz78&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="200" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-3608849353277116733?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/3608849353277116733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=3608849353277116733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3608849353277116733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3608849353277116733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-in-hurry.html' title='I&apos;m in a hurry'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-678541754301526037</id><published>2008-06-06T10:00:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:07:13.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year old?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;McCabe is a year old TODAY!!!  Happy birthday sweety!  My how time flies, I am shocked. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SElRcSRR9PI/AAAAAAAAAV4/NzXgwTCdFK0/s1600-h/mccabe+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SElRcSRR9PI/AAAAAAAAAV4/NzXgwTCdFK0/s400/mccabe+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208783990413194482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SElRrACdgqI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/cWRs006_Euw/s1600-h/cake3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SElRrACdgqI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/cWRs006_Euw/s400/cake3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208784243217236642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SElRhf875II/AAAAAAAAAWA/m00YOALWtxQ/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SElRhf875II/AAAAAAAAAWA/m00YOALWtxQ/s400/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208784079985304706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SElRRxTsIxI/AAAAAAAAAVo/MXoE_OoB1jE/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SElRRxTsIxI/AAAAAAAAAVo/MXoE_OoB1jE/s400/flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208783809766236946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SElRVREiKZI/AAAAAAAAAVw/qRpxtKpS69I/s1600-h/flower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SElRVREiKZI/AAAAAAAAAVw/qRpxtKpS69I/s400/flower2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208783869832210834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SElRG4toVSI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cF4PTILlyhc/s1600-h/1+year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SElRG4toVSI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cF4PTILlyhc/s400/1+year.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208783622775526690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SElRLoWHB_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/IVhohuL4eIQ/s1600-h/47b8d820b3127cce98549e66ac5900000027101AbMW7NuzasV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SElRLoWHB_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/IVhohuL4eIQ/s400/47b8d820b3127cce98549e66ac5900000027101AbMW7NuzasV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208783704281253874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-678541754301526037?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/678541754301526037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=678541754301526037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/678541754301526037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/678541754301526037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/06/1-year-old.html' title='1 year old?!!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SElRcSRR9PI/AAAAAAAAAV4/NzXgwTCdFK0/s72-c/mccabe+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-1579624750122615883</id><published>2008-06-02T12:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T12:51:04.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To See You Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SEQyvzwayII/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6zbCavGfIBw/s1600-h/174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SEQyvzwayII/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6zbCavGfIBw/s400/174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207342866075666562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-1579624750122615883?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/1579624750122615883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=1579624750122615883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/1579624750122615883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/1579624750122615883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/06/smile.html' title='To See You Smile'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SEQyvzwayII/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6zbCavGfIBw/s72-c/174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-909290960143672399</id><published>2008-05-27T11:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T11:55:38.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SDw6lzwayHI/AAAAAAAAAVI/UqRBDQ81FL4/s1600-h/0196_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205099690556311666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SDw6lzwayHI/AAAAAAAAAVI/UqRBDQ81FL4/s320/0196_lrg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could give you what you want,&lt;br /&gt;It sounds awful fun to me.&lt;br /&gt;But why waste today&lt;br /&gt;On what I’ll throw away tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;For I could never give you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you tell me to come with you,&lt;br /&gt;Swimming, movies, dinner and dance.&lt;br /&gt;But I’m sorry I just will not be&lt;br /&gt;What you want me to be,&lt;br /&gt;For I could never give you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me more than a friend,&lt;br /&gt;You want a companion for life.&lt;br /&gt;But why do you call me Darlin’&lt;br /&gt;When I’ve told you&lt;br /&gt;I could never give you forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could love you I suppose,&lt;br /&gt;I could mother your children, sure.&lt;br /&gt;But I won’t for it’s defying my very existence&lt;br /&gt;To do all for the glory of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;For I could never give you forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no vision the people perish,&lt;br /&gt;It’s nothing against you.&lt;br /&gt;But I will not stand with a man&lt;br /&gt;Who is not wrapped up in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;So I could never give you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make me wish for Dom,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I long for my prince&lt;br /&gt;But you are not he.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry man your time is up,&lt;br /&gt;Never could I give you forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Jessica Traylor--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-909290960143672399?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/909290960143672399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=909290960143672399' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/909290960143672399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/909290960143672399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/05/forever.html' title='Forever...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SDw6lzwayHI/AAAAAAAAAVI/UqRBDQ81FL4/s72-c/0196_lrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-890073190272344179</id><published>2008-05-07T09:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:20:56.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He washed my eyes with tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SCHGD85tv1I/AAAAAAAAAVA/wNvGz6Zpc-U/s1600-h/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SCHGD85tv1I/AAAAAAAAAVA/wNvGz6Zpc-U/s320/tears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197653216152371026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love old hymns, there is so much behind them.  This is one of my favorites, it speaks for itself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He washed my eyes with tears that I might see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The broken heart I had was good for me; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He tore it all apart and looked inside, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He found it full of fear and foolish pride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He swept away the things that made me blind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then I saw the clouds were silver lined; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And now I understand 'twas best for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He washed my eyes with tears that I might see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He washed my eyes with tears that I might see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The glory of Himself revealed to me; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I did not know that He had wounded hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I saw the blood He spilt upon the sands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I saw the marks of shame and wept and cried; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He was my substitute for me He died; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And now I'm glad He came so tenderly; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And washed my eyes with tears that I might see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--Julie Lee Stone--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2508985763548713705-890073190272344179?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/890073190272344179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=890073190272344179' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/890073190272344179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/890073190272344179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/05/he-washed-my-eyes-with-tears.html' title='He washed my eyes with tears'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/SCHGD85tv1I/AAAAAAAAAVA/wNvGz6Zpc-U/s72-c/tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-4382968634827874128</id><published>2008-04-24T14:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T14:12:34.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do you always have to have a subject line?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today is the second day back in my old office, in the front desk where people come in and out all the time.  In a way it's happy to be back and get to see people some... but then I'd forgotten all the glitches of the front desk like continually being called sugar and hunny and sweetheart and baby and beautiful ...or on the other hand getting hung up on or performing on demand when I'm in the middle of a project.  *sighs*  Now I remember why I like it in my little corner where I can shut the door and focus on my work.  My chair in the back has arms and I constantly rest my arms on them and lean back...my chair in the front has no arms and I've almost landed on the floor twice today trying to lean on my non-existent arms. hehehe I was in an important convo with a client who was on the other side of the desk from me and all the sudden I leaned over and was like "WOOOOOOOOOOW!" *falls out of chair* lol  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But on the other hand me being back in the front means we're done with tax season.   YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!  That makes me so happy.  God is great!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/2508985763548713705-4382968634827874128?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/4382968634827874128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=4382968634827874128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/4382968634827874128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/4382968634827874128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-out-of-subjects.html' title='Why do you always have to have a subject line?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-2556527105300605308</id><published>2008-04-07T21:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:53:36.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R_rdBN_ndXI/AAAAAAAAAU4/TbCpSaN2-a4/s1600-h/Beloved.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R_rdBN_ndXI/AAAAAAAAAU4/TbCpSaN2-a4/s400/Beloved.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186700933876643186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My prayer to the Lord (I love this song!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Confession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been blind, unwilling&lt;br /&gt;To see the true love You're giving.&lt;br /&gt;I have ignored every blessing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my knees confessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I feel myself surrender&lt;br /&gt;Each time I see your face.&lt;br /&gt;I am staggered by your beauty,&lt;br /&gt;Your unassuming grace.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel my heart is turning,&lt;br /&gt;Falling into place.&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;Now hear my confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wrong about you.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was strong without you.&lt;br /&gt;For so long nothing could move me.&lt;br /&gt;For so long nothing could change me.&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel myself surrender&lt;br /&gt;Each time I see your face.&lt;br /&gt;I am captured by your beauty,&lt;br /&gt;Your unassuming grace.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel my heart is turning,&lt;br /&gt;Falling into place.&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;Now hear my confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the air that I breathe.&lt;br /&gt;You're the ground beneath my feet.&lt;br /&gt;When did I stop believing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I feel myself surrender&lt;br /&gt;Each time I see your face.&lt;br /&gt;I am staggered by your beauty,&lt;br /&gt;Your unassuming grace.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel my heart&lt;br /&gt;Falling into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;Now hear my confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;Now hear my confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear my confession&lt;br /&gt;--Josh Groban--&lt;br /&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/2508985763548713705-2556527105300605308?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/2556527105300605308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=2556527105300605308' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/2556527105300605308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/2556527105300605308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-confession.html' title='My Confession'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R_rdBN_ndXI/AAAAAAAAAU4/TbCpSaN2-a4/s72-c/Beloved.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-194461098987310656</id><published>2008-04-03T10:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T10:52:26.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>awwwwww</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R_T9MN_ndWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ABUzRbWaXRw/s1600-h/47b8dc04b3127cce985498b06e2200000027101AbMW7NuzasV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R_T9MN_ndWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ABUzRbWaXRw/s320/47b8dc04b3127cce985498b06e2200000027101AbMW7NuzasV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185047457367029090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he so sweet??? *sighs happily*  McCabe is getting so big.  He's such a little man.  awwwwww. &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/2508985763548713705-194461098987310656?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/194461098987310656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=194461098987310656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/194461098987310656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/194461098987310656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/04/awwwwww.html' title='awwwwww'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R_T9MN_ndWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ABUzRbWaXRw/s72-c/47b8dc04b3127cce985498b06e2200000027101AbMW7NuzasV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-3374561651659082122</id><published>2008-03-31T09:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T09:58:06.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Solomon's Praises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R_D7xN_ndUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/JaAMGzZgFuI/s1600-h/lonely_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R_D7xN_ndUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/JaAMGzZgFuI/s200/lonely_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183919994092090690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"O LORD, the God of Israel, there is no God like You in heaven above or on earth beneath, keeping covenant and showing lovingkindness to Your servants who walk before You with all their heart, who have kept with Your servant, my father David, that which You have promised him; indeed, You have spoken with Your mouth and have fulfilled it with Your hand as it is this day."  1 Kings 8:23-24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-3374561651659082122?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/3374561651659082122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=3374561651659082122' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3374561651659082122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3374561651659082122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/03/solomons-praises.html' title='Solomon&apos;s Praises'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R_D7xN_ndUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/JaAMGzZgFuI/s72-c/lonely_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-5464300918121359128</id><published>2008-03-26T23:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T07:51:47.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sure missing you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R-slBd_ndTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6nOa5WFZS7o/s1600-h/flower_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R-slBd_ndTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6nOa5WFZS7o/s200/flower_red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182276503381439794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm stressed; going all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My life is way too packed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just want to hear your laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah I'm sure missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My days are long and hard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Work eats my mind, time, and life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm tired, but I cannot sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tonight I'm crazy, lonely, and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'm sure missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He keeps me and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That with Him alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will make it through,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I'm sure missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If two hearts were meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then why am I alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yet not alone, God's here too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somehow I'm still missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2508985763548713705-5464300918121359128?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/5464300918121359128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=5464300918121359128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/5464300918121359128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/5464300918121359128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-sure-missing-you.html' title='I&apos;m sure missing you'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R-slBd_ndTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6nOa5WFZS7o/s72-c/flower_red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-5613371815124974895</id><published>2008-03-21T09:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:59:30.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;me, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;LIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; person?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;How &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; explain&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:courier new;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; black&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R-PZjN_ndRI/AAAAAAAAAUI/kMmJbQEn2MQ/s1600-h/252384731_60a526dcee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R-PZjN_ndRI/AAAAAAAAAUI/kMmJbQEn2MQ/s400/252384731_60a526dcee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180223195481339154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Maybe &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if I could&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;figure that out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would be easier to explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY LORD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2508985763548713705-5613371815124974895?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/5613371815124974895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=5613371815124974895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/5613371815124974895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/5613371815124974895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/03/light.html' title='The Light'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R-PZjN_ndRI/AAAAAAAAAUI/kMmJbQEn2MQ/s72-c/252384731_60a526dcee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-2172657493055757515</id><published>2008-03-17T10:59:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T11:21:50.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Recooperate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R96VnpXscPI/AAAAAAAAAUA/2mEY2MV8XuE/s1600-h/girl_sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R96VnpXscPI/AAAAAAAAAUA/2mEY2MV8XuE/s400/girl_sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178741129875321074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sometimes you just need a nice long ride to rejuvenate yourself to return to the stress of life; to get time to pray, rest to think, and room to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" class="contextverse"  &gt;"Consider&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a name="BR7" href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?query=jas+1:2&amp;amp;t=nas&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;sc=1&amp;amp;l=en#R7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a name="BR8" href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?query=jas+1:2&amp;amp;t=nas&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;sc=1&amp;amp;l=en#R8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; trials,&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a name="BF3" href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?query=jas+1:2&amp;amp;t=nas&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;sc=1&amp;amp;l=en#F3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; knowing that the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a name="BR9" href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?query=jas+1:2&amp;amp;t=nas&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;sc=1&amp;amp;l=en#R9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; testing of your faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a name="BR10" href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?query=jas+1:2&amp;amp;t=nas&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;sc=1&amp;amp;l=en#R10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; produces endurance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a name="BR11" href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?query=jas+1:2&amp;amp;t=nas&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;sc=1&amp;amp;l=en#R11"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a name="BF4" href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?query=jas+1:2&amp;amp;t=nas&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;sc=1&amp;amp;l=en#F4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  And let endurance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a name="BR12" href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?query=jas+1:2&amp;amp;t=nas&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;sc=1&amp;amp;l=en#R12"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a name="BF5" href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?query=jas+1:2&amp;amp;t=nas&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;sc=1&amp;amp;l=en#F5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; have its perfect result,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a name="BF6" href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?query=jas+1:2&amp;amp;t=nas&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;sc=1&amp;amp;l=en#F6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; so that you may be perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a name="BR13" href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?query=jas+1:2&amp;amp;t=nas&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;sc=1&amp;amp;l=en#R13"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a name="BF7" href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?query=jas+1:2&amp;amp;t=nas&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;sc=1&amp;amp;l=en#F7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and complete, lacking in nothing."  James 1:2-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2508985763548713705-2172657493055757515?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/2172657493055757515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=2172657493055757515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/2172657493055757515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/2172657493055757515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-to-recoop.html' title='Time to Recooperate'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R96VnpXscPI/AAAAAAAAAUA/2mEY2MV8XuE/s72-c/girl_sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-7089438530490571935</id><published>2008-03-10T13:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T13:55:10.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Appearance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R9WDwZXscOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Yw4jz04bZiA/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R9WDwZXscOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Yw4jz04bZiA/s200/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176188214199480546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;"There are women who are not beautiful but only look that way."  Karl Kraus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2508985763548713705-7089438530490571935?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/7089438530490571935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=7089438530490571935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/7089438530490571935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/7089438530490571935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/03/appearance.html' title='Appearance'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R9WDwZXscOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Yw4jz04bZiA/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-819783148020486248</id><published>2008-03-06T16:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T17:03:26.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMESCHOOLING ILLEGAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R9B1-plEcsI/AAAAAAAAATw/6070yhztsl8/s1600-h/homeschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R9B1-plEcsI/AAAAAAAAATw/6070yhztsl8/s400/homeschool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174765691022373570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;NO WAY!!!!!!!!!  Today California outlawed home schooling!  It is now illegal to home school if you live in California!  I am so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://onenewsnow.com/Legal/Default.aspx?id=69177" target="_blank"&gt;http://onenewsnow.com/Legal/Default.aspx?id=69177&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That is so sad.  Don't forget to be praying for these United States, I tell you what we're going downhill fast.  I wouldn't be surprised if homeschooling were illegal all over the US in 10 or 20 years.  This will push many kids into school, and push others to move; ultimately creating a mass exit of some and merging of other homeschoolers into more children of the government.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be praying for the Christian homeschoolers in CA, for strength and wisdom for them and that they would stick with the godly principles that brought them to homeschooling in the beginning. &lt;img src="http://friends.lovehim.org/images/smiles/icon_cry.gif" alt="Crying or Very sad" border="0" /&gt;  I feel like going into mourning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-819783148020486248?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/819783148020486248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=819783148020486248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/819783148020486248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/819783148020486248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/03/homeschooling-illegal.html' title='HOMESCHOOLING ILLEGAL'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R9B1-plEcsI/AAAAAAAAATw/6070yhztsl8/s72-c/homeschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-7078544904558085886</id><published>2008-03-03T14:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T14:41:16.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>House of the Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R8xiBj2iqnI/AAAAAAAAATo/1EjwUonC47E/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R8xiBj2iqnI/AAAAAAAAATo/1EjwUonC47E/s400/image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173617850885253746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"One thing I ask of the LORD, this is what I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD and to seek Him in His temple."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 27:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2508985763548713705-7078544904558085886?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/7078544904558085886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=7078544904558085886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/7078544904558085886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/7078544904558085886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/03/house-of-lord.html' title='House of the Lord'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R8xiBj2iqnI/AAAAAAAAATo/1EjwUonC47E/s72-c/image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-7998107591373650310</id><published>2008-02-28T10:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:36:46.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Names</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R8bgZvCle1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/O46e9SvK6nc/s1600-h/pagestag.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R8bgZvCle1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/O46e9SvK6nc/s320/pagestag.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172067954810256210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I had a child one day what would I name it?  Glad you asked!  I just happen to have a list, for starters at least.  You should try name making, it's great fun!  I have a special meaning &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(italic)&lt;/span&gt; for each name, and a verse that goes with it...then for a few of them I have a special person &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(in bold)&lt;/span&gt; that goes with the verse and meaning whose life inspired the name or meaning of the name.  Meaning their life displays the verse predominantly or they have been a major factor in teaching me the significance of the verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Jonathan      Cade -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gift from God, pure&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Jonathan Traylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have &lt;i&gt;its&lt;/i&gt; perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing…Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow.” James 1:2-4,17&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="2" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Alaina      Zelene – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bright, sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Rachelle Traylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven.” Matthew 5:16&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="3" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Stephen      Garrett –&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; crowned one, to watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“But being full of the Holy Spirit, he gazed intently into heaven and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing at the right hand of God; and he said, ‘Behold, I see the heavens opened up and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God.’” Acts 7:55-56&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="4" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Lynda      Ruth – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful, companion friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Linda Schmidt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Then the King will desire your beauty. Because He is your Lord, bow down to Him.” Psalms 45:11&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="5" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Faith      Destiny – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to trust, for which you were meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*MWS II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Commit your works to the LORD and your plans will be established.” Proverbs 16:3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="6" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Mercy      Lorén – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;compassion, crowned with laurel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Charissa Traylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;??? not sure, still gathering thoughts on the verse here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="7" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Joses      Timothy – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who pardons, to honor God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“For You, Lord, are good, and ready to forgive, And abundant in lovingkindness to all who call upon You.” Psalms 86:5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="8" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Havilah      Koren – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;land of great worth, maiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“The name of the first is Pishon; it flows around the whole &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;land&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Havilah&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, where there is gold.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The gold of that land is good; the bdellium and the onyx stone are there.” Genesis 2:11-12&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="9" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Ada      Grace – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prosperous happy, grace of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“The chief jailer did not supervise anything under Joseph's charge because the LORD was with him; and whatever he did, the LORD made to prosper.” Genesis 39:23&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="10" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Kadin      Trace – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;companion, brave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Therefore let us draw near with confidence to the throne of grace, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hebrews 4:16&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="11" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Kyla      Michelle – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lovely, who is like God?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Misty Schmidt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“How lovely are Your dwelling places, O LORD of hosts!” Ps. 84:1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-7998107591373650310?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/7998107591373650310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=7998107591373650310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/7998107591373650310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/7998107591373650310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/02/names.html' title='Names'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R8bgZvCle1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/O46e9SvK6nc/s72-c/pagestag.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-2255064166503066403</id><published>2008-02-24T00:08:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T09:45:07.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I abide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R8EMWPClezI/AAAAAAAAATA/Ihe3CrSGMGM/s1600-h/6452787_a859d62311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R8EMWPClezI/AAAAAAAAATA/Ihe3CrSGMGM/s400/6452787_a859d62311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170427423332072242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw to what God has called me&lt;br /&gt;I rejoiced and ran ahead to embrace it&lt;br /&gt;But quickly faced what appeared to be&lt;br /&gt;a cliff, drop off, chiseled rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spirit gasped as I stopped in my tracks&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my joyful smile left me void&lt;br /&gt;It really seems my faith lacks&lt;br /&gt;This was your idea remember, Lord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxious to move ahead,&lt;br /&gt;Pushing on with the progress&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to dread!&lt;br /&gt;Let's get this show started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord I know You have a plan"&lt;br /&gt;My prayers plead to silence&lt;br /&gt;"Lead me and keep me in your hand"&lt;br /&gt;And I moved on with my ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In search I turned to the left&lt;br /&gt;Right into a dead end road&lt;br /&gt;But I mustn't go back to the cleft&lt;br /&gt;For that would take much too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading to the right&lt;br /&gt;I found storms of every kind&lt;br /&gt;Maybe taking this road wasn't so bright,&lt;br /&gt;So I turned back bruised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired and worn I crawl back there&lt;br /&gt;And see his plan, my desire ahead&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting nowhere! I cry in despair&lt;br /&gt;Why did You think I could do this Lord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end and I'm not this strong&lt;br /&gt;To expect me to continue here is beyond me&lt;br /&gt;I've prayed for your help for so long&lt;br /&gt;Why are You so deaf to my plea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas the Lord turned to me&lt;br /&gt;And I realized His silence had a purpose&lt;br /&gt;He was waiting on my heart to be&lt;br /&gt;Ready to listen, to be broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be still child, have I not promised&lt;br /&gt;To get you to the other side?&lt;br /&gt;Then just wait and let me lead&lt;br /&gt;Stand still, I will move in time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this desert I make my abode,&lt;br /&gt;And here I shall remain&lt;br /&gt;Until the time is, and He builds a road&lt;br /&gt;Or gives me wings&lt;br /&gt;-Jessica Traylor-&lt;/span&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/2508985763548713705-2255064166503066403?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/2255064166503066403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=2255064166503066403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/2255064166503066403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/2255064166503066403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/02/here-i-abide.html' title='Here I abide'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R8EMWPClezI/AAAAAAAAATA/Ihe3CrSGMGM/s72-c/6452787_a859d62311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-5919364546242821601</id><published>2008-02-20T17:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:09:00.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Schooler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R7y8WfCleyI/AAAAAAAAAS4/hM6WCM9Icb0/s1600-h/n504505615_913980_1648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R7y8WfCleyI/AAAAAAAAAS4/hM6WCM9Icb0/s400/n504505615_913980_1648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169213566789974818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You might be a home school graduate if:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are in (parenthesizes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You went to school in your PJs.&lt;br /&gt;2. Your biology lab consisted of assisting in your sibling's birth.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your stacks of books to check out was taller than the librarian.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your PE came from chasing little toddlers around.&lt;br /&gt;5. Your school bus was a 9 passenger van.&lt;br /&gt;6. You considered school work after lunch to be cruel and unusual punishment.&lt;br /&gt;7. Your father ever told the check-out lady at Wal-Mart, "We're on a field trip."&lt;br /&gt;8. Your social life was viewed by some to be one rung lower than that of a Benedictine monk.&lt;br /&gt;9. Your teacher ever wrote your report card on a napkin.&lt;br /&gt;10. You had to move dirty laundry off your desk before you could start school.&lt;br /&gt;11. The signatures on your diploma all end with the same last name.&lt;br /&gt;12. Everyone else in the world was referred to as "Non-homies."&lt;br /&gt;13. Your Mother's wardrobe consisted primarily of denim jumpers.&lt;br /&gt;14. Your first real date was on your honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;15. The word 'homework' sounded like a foreign language.&lt;br /&gt;16. Your yearbook was also your babybook.&lt;br /&gt;17. A snow day meant that you had to shovel the driveway after you finished your school work.&lt;br /&gt;18. You enjoyed the pastime of watching public school kids walk home from school.&lt;br /&gt;19. You had to look at the clock to see if you could call your public school friends yet.&lt;br /&gt;20. You thought that "public-school-kid" was an insult of the highest degree. (HAHAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;21. Health class consisted of eating breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;22. You had to decide what year you wanted to graduate.&lt;br /&gt;23. You were always late but just called it "homeschooler time."&lt;br /&gt;24. You can remember nearly every single day you went to public school.&lt;br /&gt;25. The teacher could kiss the principal, and no one thought it was unusual.&lt;br /&gt;26. You got to school and the teacher asked you if you've done all your chores.&lt;br /&gt;27. You are one of the best people in the world!&lt;br /&gt;28. Your friends talked about waiting in line for seven hours to try out the new roller coaster in town, so you went and waited five minutes on a school day.&lt;br /&gt;29. Your school lunches contained any food item easily identifiable to a person without a microscope and extensive scientific knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;30. You find it entertaining to listen to Beethoven while in math class.&lt;br /&gt;31. Gym class was actually a fun activity like swimming.&lt;br /&gt;32. You're on a first-name basis with the clerks at the local bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;33. The closest thing to a bully in your school was your slightly strange two-year-old sister.&lt;br /&gt;34. Your friends complained about a hard day at school, and you had to keep yourself from giving them "that homeschooling smile." (LOL!!!!  This one is SO true!!)&lt;br /&gt;35. You heard the phrase "socialization" and laughed because you had more friends and knew more people than your public school friends.&lt;br /&gt;36. Your school dress code was: No Nudity Allowed&lt;br /&gt;37. You could eat while you took a test&lt;br /&gt;38. You were firmly convinced that high school causes brain damage (Yup! along with syncopation, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;39. You slept in till 9 am on weekdays but got up at 7 am on Sundays&lt;br /&gt;40. You have more siblings than sweaters&lt;br /&gt;41. You knew what a 'Park Day' is&lt;br /&gt;42. Your favorite author was Jane Austen, G.K. Chesterton, or P.G. Wodehouse&lt;br /&gt;43. You have ever suffered through Saxon Math (amen, there should be some kind of tax credit for that...)&lt;br /&gt;44. All birthdays were school holidays&lt;br /&gt;45. You have ever finished your schoolwork before breakfast&lt;br /&gt;46. You taunted high schooled friends during finals week&lt;br /&gt;47. You spent more than 2 hours each day reading and writing....voluntarily&lt;br /&gt;48. You are 16 years of age or older and still have never been on a date&lt;br /&gt;49. You knew what "Unit Studies" were (totally!)&lt;br /&gt;50. You had more than 2 science experiments going on in your room&lt;br /&gt;51. You knew more than 1 Latin paradigm&lt;br /&gt;52. You have ever spent the entire school day in pajamas&lt;br /&gt;53. You regularly utilized words such as "malingering", "tedious", and "indubitably"&lt;br /&gt;54. You considered sled riding phys ed&lt;br /&gt;55. Your IQ is greater than your weight&lt;br /&gt;56. You checked out more than 10 books each time you visited the library&lt;br /&gt;57. You have ever attempted to teach yourself physics&lt;br /&gt;58. When asked about your GPA, you said, "Oh, probably 4.0." ( *nods knowingly* )&lt;br /&gt;59. You had no idea as to what rock bands were popular then...but you could recite all of the stages of cellular mitosis.     ... (in order)&lt;br /&gt;60. You believed that you were the most intelligent human in your age bracket within a ten mile radius.&lt;br /&gt;61. You actually wanted to receive books on your birthday&lt;br /&gt;62. Cleaning your room counted as Phys-Ed.  (Yup!!  Your assignment book consisted of "riding horses" "cleaning room" and "making bread")&lt;br /&gt;63. Your field trip took you overseas.&lt;br /&gt;64. Shop class included watching your brother fix his car.&lt;br /&gt;65. Your track meet was riding into town to race bikes with a friend. (Yup!)&lt;br /&gt;66. Your mom wished you'd stop reading and do something else for a change.&lt;br /&gt;67. Your bedroom was your classroom and your bed or floor was the desk.&lt;br /&gt;68. You stayed up till whenever, and not because you were doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;69. You could get days ahead in almost any subject.&lt;br /&gt;70. You recorded, planned and graded your own school work. (and make your own report card)&lt;br /&gt;71. You forgot about the minor holidays until you saw your dad sitting home in sweats or your public school friends asked you over the weekend what you did on your day off.&lt;br /&gt;72. You didn't know what spring break was.&lt;br /&gt;73. Your mom counted watching a war movie as history and playing out in the snow as PE. (Totally!!  Mom's are creative)&lt;br /&gt;74. You had more friends way older and younger than you than ones your actual age. (yup)&lt;br /&gt;75. You read for fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-5919364546242821601?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/5919364546242821601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=5919364546242821601' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/5919364546242821601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/5919364546242821601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/02/home-schooler.html' title='Home Schooler'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R7y8WfCleyI/AAAAAAAAAS4/hM6WCM9Icb0/s72-c/n504505615_913980_1648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-6579246721626757301</id><published>2008-02-11T13:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:20:39.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocent?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R8btXfCle3I/AAAAAAAAATg/9hp_hSI01rg/s1600-h/4054648031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R8btXfCle3I/AAAAAAAAATg/9hp_hSI01rg/s400/4054648031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172082209806711666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am reading through the Old Testament these days and a couple of days ago I was in 1 Samuel and it was talking about when the Philistines came and took away the ark of the Lord and took it to their camp and set it up by their "dagon god" ...then you know the story, dagon fell down before the ark and they set it up again and the next night it fell down again and broke its arms and head off, so just the trunk was left.  So that got me to thinking about why his arms would be up by his head, I mean unless he was reaching up or something then his stone arms would have had to supernaturally move up as if they were bowing to the Lord, as he fell...so I looked up the god dagon online and found out that he looks like a &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1202759695_2"&gt;mermaid&lt;/span&gt;. (merman)  That didn't really answer the arm question, but I found it very interesting that there is an idol who looks just like Ariel.  So I looked up the connection between Ariel the Disney &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1202759695_3"&gt;mermaid&lt;/span&gt; and the god dagon.  I found out that almost every pagan culture has a god who is half man half fish, and there was one merman who was supposedly the father of most of them and he was the big macho king of the sea and sun who married his sister and they populated the sea with &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1202759695_4"&gt;mermaids&lt;/span&gt;.  The goal of a &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1202759695_5"&gt;mermaid&lt;/span&gt; was to get a soul, and theoretically the only way they could do that would be to marry a human or kill a human and steal their soul. (actually I think they also may could have just been really good and earned a soul but I didn't read much about that so I'm not sure) The &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1202759695_6"&gt;mermaids&lt;/span&gt; then mixed with other stuff and populated the sea with sirens, who where wicked and would misuse their supernatural seductive abilities to sing sailers to their doom so they could steal their souls. (which was what the witch was trying to do in the movie by getting Ariel's voice) The stories behind it are a little different for each culture, but relatively that's the jist of it.  Ariel's Daddy if you remember is the king of the sea, and he even has the same name as the (greek? version of the) dagon god, Titan.  The voice that was so important in the movie, it had supernatural seductive abilities and would lure men to their doom.  However, Ariel decided she wanted to get a soul by marrying a human, instead of killing one.    Of course they have made it acceptable to our culture, it's a children's cartoon; they didn't tell you that her voice was satanically seductive or that she was searching for a soul, and they made the witch want to marry Eric instead of eat him and of course they appropriately stuck her in a bra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Plus America wasn't ready yet to accept a real mermaid story, now in fact they do have a horror movie named She Creature about a man eating mermaid, but back when the Little Mermaid came out America wasn't ready for that.  That was just the ploy to get us use to the idea.  Basically the Little Mermaid is a watered down play off on a god myth, which came to the world many centuries ago through demons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, apparently the makers of the Little Mermaid were into the Da Vinci Code.  They made Ariel to be the picture of who they think Mary Magdalene was...the lost bride of Christ.  For many centuries Mary Magdalene has been associated with mermaids. (and I'm not sure why, but I'm guessing because the mermaid has long been a symbol of prostitution, as they think Mary was the woman who the pharisees tried to get Jesus to condemn, just as Ariel was condemned by her father unjustly)  From her hair color, to her skin, (being dark as the woman in Song of Solomon who was a picture of the bride of Christ who they think is Mary Magdalene) to the book and mirror that she carried, (apparently that had some kind of significance I don't know much about the Da Vinci code).  The name Ariel even means "Jerusalem" the bride of Christ.  If you remember in the movie Ariel even goes down to an old wrecked ship and looks at human stuff and finds an old painting of a woman with a candle...that is an old painting of Mary Magdalene.  That is just blasphemy!  In fact my Aunt told me yesterday that she's read the Da Vinci code book and it praises Disney for incorporating so many of their ideas in their movies and being a major factor in bringing the worship of Mary Magdalene to the United States.   From what I understand the Catholics originally took Jesus, Mary his mother, and Mary Magdalene and made them into their sun god; kind of a trinity of their sun god reincarnated or something crazy like that, and they've been worshiping those three ever since.  It's interesting to note that in some cultures the sea god came out during the day and became the sun god, which leads us back to where we began; the worship of the sea god.  All that said do you think the Little Mermaid is simply innocent children's entertainment?  I think not!  From what I'm seeing the Da Vinci code is the modern cult version of the old worship of the sea god/demon, and that the Little Mermaid is a big asset in pushing their agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, makes you wonder about other Disney movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-6579246721626757301?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/6579246721626757301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=6579246721626757301' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/6579246721626757301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/6579246721626757301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-mermaid-innocent-or-not.html' title='Innocent?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R8btXfCle3I/AAAAAAAAATg/9hp_hSI01rg/s72-c/4054648031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-5971985044483478295</id><published>2008-02-05T08:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T09:10:23.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things we leave behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R6h7NXZ4NnI/AAAAAAAAASg/5SJh_Xp3Ssk/s1600-h/Impression_with_a_sacred_spirit+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R6h7NXZ4NnI/AAAAAAAAASg/5SJh_Xp3Ssk/s320/Impression_with_a_sacred_spirit+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163512442331346546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There sits Simon so foolishly wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proudly he's tending his nets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then Jesus calls and the boats drift away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And all that he owns he forgets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But more than the nets he abandoned that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He found that his pride was soon drifting away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's hard to imagine the freedom we find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the things we leave behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matthew was mindful of taking the tax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And pressing the people to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But hearing the call he responded in faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And followed the Light and the Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And leaving the people so puzzled he found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The greed in his heart was no longer around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's hard to imagine the freedom we find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the things we leave behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every heart needs to be set free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From possessions that hold it so tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause freedom's not found in the things that we own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's the power to do what is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;With Jesus, our only possession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then giving becomes our delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we can't imagine the freedom we find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the things we leave behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We show a love for the world in our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By worshipping goods we possess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Jesus says, Lay all your treasures aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And love God above all the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause when we say no to the things of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We open our hearts to the love of the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's hard to imagine the freedom we find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the things we leave behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when we say no to the things of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We open our hearts to the love of the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's hard to imagine the freedom we find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the things we leave behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's hard to imagine the freedom we find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the things we leave behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Michael Card &amp;amp; Scott Roland--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-5971985044483478295?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/5971985044483478295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=5971985044483478295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/5971985044483478295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/5971985044483478295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-we-leave-behind.html' title='Things we leave behind'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R6h7NXZ4NnI/AAAAAAAAASg/5SJh_Xp3Ssk/s72-c/Impression_with_a_sacred_spirit+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-1640583266652254513</id><published>2008-01-31T16:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:36:59.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Horsin' round</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet the new horse!  Currently I don't think we've decided on a name, but we're working on it!  He's got a little bit of spirit, and Michael has been enjoying working with him.  Isn't he so beautiful?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R6JKP3Z4NmI/AAAAAAAAASY/w3A0SXrz4a8/s1600-h/100_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R6JKP3Z4NmI/AAAAAAAAASY/w3A0SXrz4a8/s320/100_0284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161769759350994530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Learning to follow the master...this shows his submission:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R6JJf3Z4NkI/AAAAAAAAASI/F-JG1GK3ypc/s1600-h/100_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R6JJf3Z4NkI/AAAAAAAAASI/F-JG1GK3ypc/s320/100_0257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161768934717273666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The impressive mount..............(doesn't the knee hole add so much character to this pic? hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R6JJ73Z4NlI/AAAAAAAAASQ/bXQGjCdBnMQ/s1600-h/100_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R6JJ73Z4NlI/AAAAAAAAASQ/bXQGjCdBnMQ/s320/100_0261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161769415753610834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;awwww!  Don't they go perfectly together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R6JHmnZ4NfI/AAAAAAAAARk/tCh5n2ZqGb8/s1600-h/100_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R6JHmnZ4NfI/AAAAAAAAARk/tCh5n2ZqGb8/s320/100_0221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161766851658135026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooooh he's so smooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R6JI5HZ4NhI/AAAAAAAAAR0/cIOlCG_JG3U/s1600-h/100_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R6JI5HZ4NhI/AAAAAAAAAR0/cIOlCG_JG3U/s320/100_0236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161768268997342738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonathan trying him out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R6JH5XZ4NgI/AAAAAAAAARs/2TEgQ801wgs/s1600-h/100_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R6JH5XZ4NgI/AAAAAAAAARs/2TEgQ801wgs/s320/100_0226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161767173780682242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh wow, they're already comfortable with each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R6JJJ3Z4NiI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Mi6lwOFMGJA/s1600-h/100_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R6JJJ3Z4NiI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Mi6lwOFMGJA/s320/100_0251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161768556760151586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The macho this-is-my-horse pose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R6JHOHZ4NeI/AAAAAAAAARc/_tiQUgQiDmw/s1600-h/100_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R6JHOHZ4NeI/AAAAAAAAARc/_tiQUgQiDmw/s320/100_0215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161766430751340002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-1640583266652254513?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/1640583266652254513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=1640583266652254513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/1640583266652254513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/1640583266652254513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/01/horsin-round.html' title='Horsin&apos; round'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R6JKP3Z4NmI/AAAAAAAAASY/w3A0SXrz4a8/s72-c/100_0284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-2793241157150070269</id><published>2008-01-22T13:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T13:34:29.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongues &amp; Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5ZEoXaO_eI/AAAAAAAAARU/ZkGhdCZEix4/s1600-h/100_0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5ZEoXaO_eI/AAAAAAAAARU/ZkGhdCZEix4/s320/100_0847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158385883468987874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom: *shakes Dad*  honey!  It's 7:30 you NEED to wake up&lt;br /&gt;Dad:  I'm awake!!  I was just...praying&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  Yeah....30 seconds ago you were snoring&lt;br /&gt;Dad:  *acts defensive* I was speaking in tongues!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&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/2508985763548713705-2793241157150070269?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/2793241157150070269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=2793241157150070269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/2793241157150070269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/2793241157150070269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/01/tongues-sleep.html' title='Tongues &amp; Sleep'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5ZEoXaO_eI/AAAAAAAAARU/ZkGhdCZEix4/s72-c/100_0847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-3572007739025441346</id><published>2008-01-19T21:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:58:52.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Room II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the pics that were asked for: coming into the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LPeHaO_dI/AAAAAAAAARM/XpkNyE9aFyk/s1600-h/100_0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LPeHaO_dI/AAAAAAAAARM/XpkNyE9aFyk/s320/100_0157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157412639584746962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one was of my favorites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LO9HaO_cI/AAAAAAAAARE/WUgAUzvnLPg/s1600-h/100_0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LO9HaO_cI/AAAAAAAAARE/WUgAUzvnLPg/s320/100_0159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157412072649063874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You cannot see the hatrack underneat but it's two horseshoes that are nailed together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LOi3aO_bI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qGltqOtdSEU/s1600-h/100_0162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LOi3aO_bI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qGltqOtdSEU/s320/100_0162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157411621677497778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my cowGIRL corner, emphasis on the girl. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LOLnaO_aI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0zr2qGemmm0/s1600-h/100_0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LOLnaO_aI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0zr2qGemmm0/s320/100_0164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157411222245539234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LN3HaO_ZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rHxissIDpKc/s1600-h/100_0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LN3HaO_ZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rHxissIDpKc/s320/100_0163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157410870058220946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LNe3aO_YI/AAAAAAAAAQk/os7EAFEdbkE/s1600-h/100_0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LNe3aO_YI/AAAAAAAAAQk/os7EAFEdbkE/s320/100_0167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157410453446393218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LM53aO_XI/AAAAAAAAAQc/RFfKYHaaf7E/s1600-h/100_0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LM53aO_XI/AAAAAAAAAQc/RFfKYHaaf7E/s320/100_0166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157409817791233394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made these curtains out of a long piece of denim and scraps of material that I had from other projects.  I had no pattern for these so that's why they're so unusual ;) hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LMhHaO_WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/YXYzE3GxEEk/s1600-h/100_0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LMhHaO_WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/YXYzE3GxEEk/s320/100_0169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157409392589471074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LMInaO_VI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qlxmsBWNkjo/s1600-h/100_0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LMInaO_VI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qlxmsBWNkjo/s320/100_0171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157408971682676050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Hosanna notice your poem in the frame) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LLzHaO_UI/AAAAAAAAAQE/AbWWKVDYN4k/s1600-h/100_0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LLzHaO_UI/AAAAAAAAAQE/AbWWKVDYN4k/s320/100_0173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157408602315488578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The little girl praying, I LOVE that pic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LLWXaO_TI/AAAAAAAAAP8/c4o-o4yiQS8/s1600-h/100_0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LLWXaO_TI/AAAAAAAAAP8/c4o-o4yiQS8/s320/100_0175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157408108394249522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice the horseshoes over the picture on the left, I did that so the walls wouldn't look so tall, you cannot really see them in this picture but our ceilings are 10 feet high, that makes it hard to decorate the walls because everything is swallowed up with an enormous amount of white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LK33aO_SI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bsduuIaWk9Q/s1600-h/100_0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LK33aO_SI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bsduuIaWk9Q/s320/100_0182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157407584408239394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The idea here was a horse's tracks, I don't know if it's visible really from this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LKiXaO_RI/AAAAAAAAAPs/RlwHlYkOCAI/s1600-h/100_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LKiXaO_RI/AAAAAAAAAPs/RlwHlYkOCAI/s320/100_0188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157407215041051922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LKCHaO_QI/AAAAAAAAAPk/vhvK38x6vvo/s1600-h/100_0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LKCHaO_QI/AAAAAAAAAPk/vhvK38x6vvo/s320/100_0189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157406660990270722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was suppose to be an artistic shot, it just came out looking kind of weird though... especially drawing out the white material I had to tactfully glue to the backs of the horseshoes so they wouldn't rust the walls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LJonaO_PI/AAAAAAAAAPc/JmiZfiL8MqI/s1600-h/100_0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LJonaO_PI/AAAAAAAAAPc/JmiZfiL8MqI/s320/100_0191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157406222903606514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The shower curtain (Dad says he feels like he's being trampled every time he uses my bathroom):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LIrXaO_OI/AAAAAAAAAPU/H-pihr1XgxQ/s1600-h/100_0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LIrXaO_OI/AAAAAAAAAPU/H-pihr1XgxQ/s320/100_0186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157405170636618978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-3572007739025441346?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/3572007739025441346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=3572007739025441346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3572007739025441346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3572007739025441346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-room-ii.html' title='My Room II'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R5LPeHaO_dI/AAAAAAAAARM/XpkNyE9aFyk/s72-c/100_0157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-7477733647857043865</id><published>2008-01-15T14:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T15:54:07.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Kick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.timeinc.net/recipes/i/recipes/ck/06/11/wheat-bread-ck-1545807-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i.timeinc.net/recipes/i/recipes/ck/06/11/wheat-bread-ck-1545807-l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Hey everybooooooooooody! Well...I am on a health kick again. I think this time I'm going to rid myself of unhealthy food for good. Well, what of it I can. I dropped caffeine last health kick, now I'm *breathes deeply* now I am thinking about sugar.  Also white flour, those are the two main things I need to eliminate... or cut back on to the best of my ability. Only problem is that sugar and flour are in EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my current obsession with hope chests I am trying to put together a healthy version of my formerly unhealthy recipe box. I'm pulling out all of Mom's healthy recipes and mine and looking for substitute recipes for the ones that just haven't worked out when I tried to substitute healthy stuff in them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm looking for your favorite healthy recipes, you know honey, whole wheat, flax seed, wheat germ, and olive oil ones...i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;f anybody has any suggestions or recipes bring them on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R40bPHaO_MI/AAAAAAAAAPE/udms_lOvgfY/s1600-h/OS47017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R40bPHaO_MI/AAAAAAAAAPE/udms_lOvgfY/s200/OS47017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155807094910155970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Specifically what I am at a l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;oss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;for is a whole wheat pie crust recipe, a whole wheat pizza dough reci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;pe, whole wheat tortilla recipe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;that's light like tortilla's are suppose to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;(I have one but it's really heavy I don't like it) any healthy desserts, Brownies? The whole wheat brownies I've tried to make are disturbing heavy, anybody have an alternative recipe?  Creative fruit ideas, a healthy ketchup recipe without all that sugar...a dressing (like Ranch), we get this organic healthy stuff from Brookshires and it's just NASTY!....umm and that's all I can think of right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Here's a tip for anybody who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;is trying this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forpeaceofmind.com.au/Vol7/media/images/special_features-the_heart_foundation_healthy_recipes-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.forpeaceofmind.com.au/Vol7/media/images/special_features-the_heart_foundation_healthy_recipes-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;What to Eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; When&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; You Are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; Expecting&lt;/span&gt; by Arlene Einsburg.  It has pages and pages of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; awesome healthy versions of food (even desserts and such)  using apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; juice concentrate to sweeten things...   I'm sure it's at your local library, it's not a hard book to come across.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-7477733647857043865?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/7477733647857043865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=7477733647857043865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/7477733647857043865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/7477733647857043865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/01/health-kick.html' title='Health Kick'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R40bPHaO_MI/AAAAAAAAAPE/udms_lOvgfY/s72-c/OS47017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-4585843258891224717</id><published>2008-01-08T12:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T17:28:27.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Communicating your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.forgetmeknots.com/FMKShop/shopimages/products/normal/silver-gold-55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="https://www.forgetmeknots.com/FMKShop/shopimages/products/normal/silver-gold-55.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Communicating your heart, things that really matter, can be a real problem.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Especially to those of us who are comfortable with distance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s much easier just to block people out and attempt to handle things on your own.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But there is a time when openness is a necessity. (AKA: with your family, mentors, accountability partner etc…)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Specifically it’s essential to be open with your leaders; your dad or husband if you are a girl. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For if you are not open with them, how will they know how to lead you?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or what you need?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or what you are thinking?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And how can they give you the help you need?  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I’ve put together a list of tips that I’ve found helpful about relating your heart to such people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m writing this from a girls point of view so I don’t know if it applies to guys or not but I’m sure some of the principles are the same:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Every time      you think of something you need direction on or feel like you need to talk      to somebody about, write it down. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If      your authority is as busy as mine you might get a list before you have      time to sit down and share your heart with him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="2" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Be      direct, it’s easier then beating around the bush and leaves less room for      confusion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Go on, lay your heart on      the line, it’s much better then keeping it all to yourself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you are talking to your authority it      gives them an idea of how to lead you, otherwise how would he know where your      heart was?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="3" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;If you      are having extra trouble opening up turn off the light or go somewhere in      a dark car.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Darkness definitely      does the trick, it’s much easier to talk when you cannot be seen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Exposing light makes us shrink back from      showing emotion, and it’s impossible to share your heart without emotion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="4" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Do not      be afraid to cry, this releases the emotions inside and helps you cope      with life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Crying is a need every      woman has, do not deny it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do not feel      weakened by it, for it allows you to be strong later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="5" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;If you      are talking to a man, believe me he does not know what you are thinking,      you have to tell him EVERYTHING. (I do not suggest this with any man      except your father, husband, or brothers) Don’t just assume he knows, as      you would a girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Talking with men      is a totally different ball game.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;He can not read your thoughts, do not expect him to just understand,      be pleasantly surprised if he does.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="6" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Sometimes      the person does not know what to say or do and you have to teach them what      you want.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Communication is      everything, say it or they won’t know it.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Confirm them when they do things right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="7" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Chances      are when you open up, the person will hurt you in one way or another.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not always but there is a definite      probability.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do not be startled by      this, go ahead and be expecting it.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Assume it’s going to sting, assume it’s going to hurt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When it happens, do not shrink back like      we are prone to do, or you will leave in worse shape then you came.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Be open about what upsets you and      remember the light trick if you feel exposed. :)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="8" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Ask      him for advice, show him you respect him.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Be sensitive to him, you are not the only one with feelings or      emotions, put yourself in his shoes.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;It’s hard to relate to somebody and say everything just right.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Give him slack.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;WARNING: These techniques are not to be used on just anybody, they really do work in bonding you to the victim. (for lack of a better word)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Be careful with whom you choose to bond.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-4585843258891224717?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/4585843258891224717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=4585843258891224717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/4585843258891224717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/4585843258891224717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/01/communicating-your-heart.html' title='Communicating your heart'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-1257008422671642237</id><published>2008-01-07T16:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:55:07.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tub Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I cannot help it, one look and he steals my heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R4KrhnaO_KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/DCjlDfsgyY0/s1600-h/tub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R4KrhnaO_KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/DCjlDfsgyY0/s400/tub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152869517668318370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mister McCabe Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out that smile:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R4KrmXaO_LI/AAAAAAAAAO8/f03qVt-FmUY/s1600-h/smile-tub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R4KrmXaO_LI/AAAAAAAAAO8/f03qVt-FmUY/s400/smile-tub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152869599272697010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-1257008422671642237?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/1257008422671642237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=1257008422671642237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/1257008422671642237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/1257008422671642237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/01/tub-shots.html' title='Tub Shots'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R4KrhnaO_KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/DCjlDfsgyY0/s72-c/tub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-2532250861832812869</id><published>2008-01-04T13:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:30:46.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Dec/Jan</title><content type='html'>Utah!!!  Yay, we had so much fun this trip I thought I'd share some pictures with y'all. :D  Here is us with Sarah (from FRIENDS) and her siblings... we spent the first night in Colorado with her.  It was SO awesome to get to meet them, they are neat people I really enjoyed the fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36SSHaO_EI/AAAAAAAAAOE/gw1NYzpLm8k/s1600-h/100_0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36SSHaO_EI/AAAAAAAAAOE/gw1NYzpLm8k/s400/100_0939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151715863682808898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We arrived in Utah Thursday night and spent all day Friday groomsmen shopping and at Cabela's.  Which was totally awesome.  It was good to get to meet Isaac's family, they are sooooooo neat, each one of them is my favorite.  The whole week was a blast.  Here is Hosanna at the shooting range in Cabela's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36QT3aO_BI/AAAAAAAAANs/hf56XzZMlu4/s1600-h/100_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36QT3aO_BI/AAAAAAAAANs/hf56XzZMlu4/s400/100_1015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151713694724324370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me assisting Melody:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36Qr3aO_CI/AAAAAAAAAN0/fC2Cm8DOWMk/s1600-h/100_1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36Qr3aO_CI/AAAAAAAAAN0/fC2Cm8DOWMk/s400/100_1008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151714107041184802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Havilah and Melody immediately found their respective princes.  The rest of the week walking was history. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36NMHaO-5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/utdiw9P93e8/s1600-h/100_0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36NMHaO-5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/utdiw9P93e8/s400/100_0975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151710263045454738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, so maybe the boys aren't the only ones that spoil them: (isn't that an awesome picture of Jonathan?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36V0naO_FI/AAAAAAAAAOM/SgKcOdauGLY/s1600-h/100_1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36V0naO_FI/AAAAAAAAAOM/SgKcOdauGLY/s400/100_1002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151719754923179090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday was sledding/tubing!!!  All day long, oh how fun!!!  I have many battle scars to prove the duration of my endurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36Oq3aO-9I/AAAAAAAAANM/3X5Op5gRr-4/s1600-h/104_1067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36Oq3aO-9I/AAAAAAAAANM/3X5Op5gRr-4/s400/104_1067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151711890838059986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36XzHaO_HI/AAAAAAAAAOc/v1qalXMP0I4/s1600-h/104_1084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36XzHaO_HI/AAAAAAAAAOc/v1qalXMP0I4/s320/104_1084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151721928176630898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view from the top of our sledding hill...oh MY goodness is that not GORGEOUS?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36XA3aO_GI/AAAAAAAAAOU/3e_TP8OzAHo/s1600-h/100_1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36XA3aO_GI/AAAAAAAAAOU/3e_TP8OzAHo/s400/100_1220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151721064888204386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abel, he was a ham...and so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36RCHaO_DI/AAAAAAAAAN8/mn_fz9_RQ04/s1600-h/104_1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36RCHaO_DI/AAAAAAAAAN8/mn_fz9_RQ04/s400/104_1168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151714489293274162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Church was...wow.  Awesome.  It was such a neat service.  We started at 10:00 and didn't go home until 4 in the afternoon!  Breaking of bread and then potluck, missionaries spoke and then we sang.  It was very encouraging, I absolutely love their church.  This is us girls:&lt;br /&gt;Havilah, Me, Melody, Anna, Rachelle (and her ummm...hat), Hosanna, Sydney, Charissa, Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36PKXaO-_I/AAAAAAAAANc/44tWohCUf-Q/s1600-h/104_1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36PKXaO-_I/AAAAAAAAANc/44tWohCUf-Q/s400/104_1104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151712432003939314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys and Anna: James, Caleb, Jonathan and Michael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36O-HaO--I/AAAAAAAAANU/pclkxk9vOiE/s1600-h/104_1100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36O-HaO--I/AAAAAAAAANU/pclkxk9vOiE/s400/104_1100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151712221550541794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, Boaz took a liking to me, I wasn't expecting that.  Isn't he so handsome? (don't look at my straight hair, it wouldn't work right all week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36P6naO_AI/AAAAAAAAANk/3tHXprdfP90/s1600-h/104_1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36P6naO_AI/AAAAAAAAANk/3tHXprdfP90/s400/104_1142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151713260932627458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isaac and Noah goofing off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36N03aO-6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/R5OVcY0385Q/s1600-h/100_1044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36N03aO-6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/R5OVcY0385Q/s400/100_1044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151710963125124002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls playing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36Mh3aO-4I/AAAAAAAAAMk/N5NsV1vDVB8/s1600-h/104_1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36Mh3aO-4I/AAAAAAAAAMk/N5NsV1vDVB8/s400/104_1196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151709537195981698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left Utah we meet Danielle and Zach (from FRIENDS) in Wyoming for lunch.  That was sweet!  Good friends are a blessing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36ON3aO-7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/_EjXPmq1Jt4/s1600-h/100_1231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36ON3aO-7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/_EjXPmq1Jt4/s400/100_1231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151711392621853618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cruzin' through Kansas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36OanaO-8I/AAAAAAAAANE/qplrV0ldacI/s1600-h/100_1252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36OanaO-8I/AAAAAAAAANE/qplrV0ldacI/s400/100_1252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151711611665185730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36dYXaO_II/AAAAAAAAAOk/7SnDyrYXZaY/s1600-h/100_1234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36dYXaO_II/AAAAAAAAAOk/7SnDyrYXZaY/s320/100_1234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151728065684896898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-2532250861832812869?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/2532250861832812869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=2532250861832812869' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/2532250861832812869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/2532250861832812869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2008/01/utah-decjan.html' title='Utah Dec/Jan'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R36SSHaO_EI/AAAAAAAAAOE/gw1NYzpLm8k/s72-c/100_0939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-2531493458988748950</id><published>2007-12-21T16:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T16:32:07.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm heading off to family and then Utah, see y'all later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-2531493458988748950?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/2531493458988748950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=2531493458988748950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/2531493458988748950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/2531493458988748950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-2254699336955661476</id><published>2007-12-17T12:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T14:54:09.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh MY goodness, this is so exciting!!!  I had Rachelle move out all her decorations out of my room last week and I'm redecorating everything!  SO much fun!.  :)  I'm having all these ideas and trying to figure out everything I need...the theme is cowgirl, horses, and roses.  There's a million things I could do it's so neat.  I've gotten dried rose petals I'm going to have to use somewhere and a dried rose bouquet...and a really neat horse head statue that's soooooooo pretty, it goes perfectly on my dresser.  And a matching statue of a rearing horse...but it hasn't come in yet.  Of course I am getting a bucket of used horseshoes from my neighbor, but she hasn't gotten them to me quite yet, oh my goodness I can do so much with that!... And I found Michael's old cowboy boots, his first set from when he was 2 and put them on top of the mirror on my dresser...like a frame on both sides.  It's so cute!  Mom got me a little boot picture frame that is perfect for a picture I just had printed of me and Michael...  I have a few metal cowboy signs and such that I haven't yet designated a spot for, one is so sweet!  It's black outline or a cowboy and girl hugging, aww!  I think my walls are too big for most of them though so I'm going to have to think of some kind of arrangement with roses to add to it.  Maybe I should check out what Walmart has in the way of roses.  Or for one I could hang horseshoes around it when I get them, oh it's so awesome what all I could do with the horseshoes I'm ready for them to be here!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I also found on ebay a really cute picture 11 X 14 of a little cowgirl, about 6 years old, in a barn kneeling down praying.  I thought of a plack to go with that that says "it's me again God" or something to that extent, so far I haven't had any luck finding that.  I also have a 16x20 of a cowboy riding into the distance. *sighs*  It's so romantic.  And let's see, I got a horse bedspread that's of a mare and her colt running together and it has beautiful mountains in the background.  I'm not exactly positively sure what to do with the curtains yet, I was thinking of making denim ones but I'm not sure.  Then I thought of just draping something to make it look casual, but then denim is casual no matter how you do it... or I could do another fabric.  So I'm still collecting my thoughts on the curtains.  I thought about getting old latis that Daddy has and panting it rustic and putting barbed wire intertwined in it and using it as a picture board...hehe.  But I don't know if I will get around to that or now, or where I would put it...I'm still thinking on that.  The only thing that is throwing me now is ropes...I cannot figure out how I could decorate with ropes...I guess I'm not very creative.  And then, oh my, yes.  Then the bathroom!  I'm getting this beautiful shower curtain, it's a huge picture of running horses, it's SOOOOOOOOO pretty, I LOVE it!  And Daddy is putting up horse towel and toilet paper rack things for me. :D  I thought about outlining the mirror in the bathroom with horseshoes but I'm not sure about that yet, I'll have to see when they get here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and about the theme, don't role your eyes (Allison)...Just be glad I didn't make it a nursery. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cowgirl is in my blood; my Grandaddy and Aunt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R2bGH0FsugI/AAAAAAAAAME/_wETdM29hB4/s1600-h/granddaddy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R2bGH0FsugI/AAAAAAAAAME/_wETdM29hB4/s400/granddaddy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145017461861300738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S. Rachelle and Isaac got engaged Saturday. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-2254699336955661476?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/2254699336955661476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=2254699336955661476' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/2254699336955661476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/2254699336955661476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-room.html' title='My Room'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R2bGH0FsugI/AAAAAAAAAME/_wETdM29hB4/s72-c/granddaddy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-7749462267241076803</id><published>2007-12-06T17:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T17:40:19.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McCabe, 6 months?  NO WAY!  That is impossible!?  3 1/2 maybe, max...I'm still telling people he's 3 months and all the sudden he's 6...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R1iHzdui8rI/AAAAAAAAAL0/NzcDom1dOBk/s1600-h/47b7cc24b3127cce9854853bd81300000027101AbMW7NuzasV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R1iHzdui8rI/AAAAAAAAAL0/NzcDom1dOBk/s400/47b7cc24b3127cce9854853bd81300000027101AbMW7NuzasV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141008292866355890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R1iHW9ui8pI/AAAAAAAAALk/Mn906e8BMAs/s1600-h/47b7cc24b3127cce98548523d80b00000027101AbMW7NuzasV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R1iHW9ui8pI/AAAAAAAAALk/Mn906e8BMAs/s400/47b7cc24b3127cce98548523d80b00000027101AbMW7NuzasV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141007803240084114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aren't they the cutest kids in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R1iH2dui8sI/AAAAAAAAAL8/yj0ynNz6xis/s1600-h/awww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R1iH2dui8sI/AAAAAAAAAL8/yj0ynNz6xis/s400/awww.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141008344405963458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-7749462267241076803?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/7749462267241076803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=7749462267241076803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/7749462267241076803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/7749462267241076803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/12/6-months.html' title='6 months!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/R1iHzdui8rI/AAAAAAAAAL0/NzcDom1dOBk/s72-c/47b7cc24b3127cce9854853bd81300000027101AbMW7NuzasV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-6451853243112582828</id><published>2007-12-02T13:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T14:01:00.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He makes all things beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://khushi.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/beautiful-spider-web01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://khushi.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/beautiful-spider-web01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In His time, in His time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He&lt;/strong&gt; makes &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all things beautiful&lt;/span&gt;, in His time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lord,&lt;/span&gt; please show me everyday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As You’re &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;teaching me&lt;/span&gt; Your way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That You do just what You say, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Your time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In Your time, in Your time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You make all things &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;, in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lord, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to Your &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I bring&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;May each song I have to sing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;to You a lovely thing&lt;/span&gt;, in Your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Words and Music by Diana Ball&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You will also be a crown of beauty in the hand of the LORD, And a royal diadem in the hand of your God."  Isaiah 62:3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/2508985763548713705-6451853243112582828?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/6451853243112582828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=6451853243112582828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/6451853243112582828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/6451853243112582828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/12/he-makes-all-things-beautiful.html' title='He makes all things beautiful'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-5864016983024939418</id><published>2007-11-12T15:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T16:05:48.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnificent Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RzjG-GOOSCI/AAAAAAAAALc/gzubB9Z3hBI/s1600-h/Is11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RzjG-GOOSCI/AAAAAAAAALc/gzubB9Z3hBI/s400/Is11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132070545513138210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deepen my passion Father!  Strength our friendship and reestablish the power of the cross!  I'm back at Your  feet, take me to the hidden places of Your heart and fascinate me, overwhelm me with Your love.  Obsess me Jesus, I cannot get enough of Your Spirit and Your presence...imprint Your fingers on my heart and Your Word on my tongue.  Open up the Word to me and give me understanding, open my heart and pour Your ways into me.  You are the Lion and You are the Lamb, let me see more of Your gentleness and great strength!  Speak words of life to me, empower my spirit, I need You Jesus.  With Your Words the mountains shake, may I shake with Your glory, for You alone are Savior!  This is all that I want, I need to love to live for You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the chains of my past entangle me, keep me free and let me stay here.  Purify me, like a stone in the fire rid me of impurities, just let me see You.  Cut these strands that hold me down to earthly things, I want it all to be for YOU!  I hunger for You Lord, come let me worship forever.  Let me sacrifice, I love You Jesus.  My life, my desires, my dreams take my life and let me loose myself in the glory of Your presence.  For what it's worth take my thoughts and actions and may You rule my innermost desires.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so satisfying to worship You, take me higher, closer to You into the riches of Your grace...take me to depths I've never been to Your glory and the splendor of  Your love!  Imprint Your thoughts into my soul, make us as one, Jesus I'm lost in You.  This is everything I want, You are everything I need, I want this to be my one consuming passion.  Everything my heart desires, Lord I want it all to be for You Jesus be my magnificent obsession!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="arial14"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-5864016983024939418?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/5864016983024939418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=5864016983024939418' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/5864016983024939418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/5864016983024939418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/11/magnificent-obsession.html' title='Magnificent Obsession'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RzjG-GOOSCI/AAAAAAAAALc/gzubB9Z3hBI/s72-c/Is11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-3851642415820312414</id><published>2007-10-26T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T16:45:58.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RyJdZ5uGrmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HxW85LrZrIc/s1600-h/493000377_14e7cb80bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RyJdZ5uGrmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HxW85LrZrIc/s320/493000377_14e7cb80bc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125762025473355362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another day just the same&lt;br /&gt;Another night, still no change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Caught in the middle&lt;/span&gt; of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where I am&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where I should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside I whisper &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Outside I&lt;/span&gt; barely &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maintain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without Your strength in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lost soul, Lord, please send Your...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash away the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; Pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Take away&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm callin' out Your name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Lord&lt;/span&gt;, I pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Help&lt;/span&gt; me find a way&lt;br /&gt;Way back to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm on my knees beggin' You please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Every time I stumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lord, I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Way back to You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sacrificed, paid with Your life&lt;br /&gt;Gave me the right&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm weak&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;You. are. strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;give me faith&lt;/span&gt; to hold on&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me see that I'm stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; When I'm down on my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;knees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause that's where the power begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Your boundless strength has no end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what comes my way&lt;br /&gt;I'll just persevere if I just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's the strength You give me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes so freely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm callin' out Your name, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down on my knees I find You&lt;br /&gt;Leavin' this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;world behind&lt;/span&gt;, and You&lt;br /&gt;Always hear me when I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; Need some answers,&lt;/span&gt; and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Just can't seem to make it through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'm not sure what I should do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And, Lord, I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Lord&lt;/span&gt;, I pray&lt;br /&gt;Help me find a way&lt;br /&gt;Way back to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm on my knees beggin' You please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I stumble&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Help me&lt;/span&gt; find a way&lt;br /&gt;Way back&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sacrificed, paid with Your life&lt;br /&gt;Gave me the right&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I pray&lt;br /&gt;-Avalon&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/2508985763548713705-3851642415820312414?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/3851642415820312414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=3851642415820312414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3851642415820312414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3851642415820312414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-day-just-same-another-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RyJdZ5uGrmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HxW85LrZrIc/s72-c/493000377_14e7cb80bc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-3702548540533248722</id><published>2007-10-18T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T15:41:22.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RxeIMzIBJEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/X7irD0YSOmA/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RxeIMzIBJEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/X7irD0YSOmA/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122712854620873794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever noticed that when you talk it seems like people don't even listen, like they are just waiting for you to get done with your sentence so they can say something?  Or maybe they don't even wait for you to get done.  Yup.  Generally people don't want to hear what you have to say anyway...so why say it? I like to stick to asking questions.  If you ask enough questions people will be asking what you have to say.  Then they listen, for apparently you are hiding something from them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-3702548540533248722?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/3702548540533248722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=3702548540533248722' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3702548540533248722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3702548540533248722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/10/todays-thoughts.html' title='Today&apos;s thoughts...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RxeIMzIBJEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/X7irD0YSOmA/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-4468499260738867946</id><published>2007-10-12T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T10:35:06.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rw-T0DIBJCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/moZnVGzaY24/s1600-h/missing-you-iklpgijndfgk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rw-T0DIBJCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/moZnVGzaY24/s400/missing-you-iklpgijndfgk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120473823744959522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a little girl who had many dreams.  But God said, "No, I must form your dreams, I must give you words.  I will work everything out if you will just fear Me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"For in many dreams and in many words there is emptiness.  Rather, fear God." Ecclesiastes 5:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you want from me, God?  Where are you leading?&lt;/span&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/2508985763548713705-4468499260738867946?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/4468499260738867946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=4468499260738867946' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/4468499260738867946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/4468499260738867946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/10/fear-god.html' title='Fear God'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rw-T0DIBJCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/moZnVGzaY24/s72-c/missing-you-iklpgijndfgk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-4199398943215631993</id><published>2007-09-28T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:09:12.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>McCabe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOOK, Oh my goodness my baby is growing up!!! McCabe is 3 months already! How did that happen, was it not yesterday I watched him be born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rv1ahDIBI-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/spVxhjDwLg4/s1600-h/awwwwwwwwwwwwwww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rv1ahDIBI-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/spVxhjDwLg4/s320/awwwwwwwwwwwwwww.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115344275583869922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oooooooh look how long he is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rv1bSDIBI_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Ltgxt9sto3M/s1600-h/body_mccabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rv1bSDIBI_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Ltgxt9sto3M/s320/body_mccabe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115345117397459954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Are they not the cutest thing EVER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rv1fVDIBJBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pqhehW1eIZ8/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rv1fVDIBJBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pqhehW1eIZ8/s400/d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115349566983578642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2508985763548713705-4199398943215631993?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/4199398943215631993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=4199398943215631993' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/4199398943215631993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/4199398943215631993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/09/mccabe.html' title='McCabe...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rv1ahDIBI-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/spVxhjDwLg4/s72-c/awwwwwwwwwwwwwww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-1628740717738158380</id><published>2007-09-27T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T18:25:23.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rvw7yDIBI9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Bbd9y-HijFU/s1600-h/lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rvw7yDIBI9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Bbd9y-HijFU/s320/lonely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115029007804474322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've dealt with my ghosts and I've faced all my demons&lt;br /&gt;Finally content with a past I regret&lt;br /&gt;I've found you find strength in your moments of weakness&lt;br /&gt;For once I'm at peace with myself&lt;br /&gt;I've been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long&lt;br /&gt;I'm movin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm movin' on&lt;br /&gt;At last I can see life has been patiently waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;And I know there's no guarantees, but I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time in everyone's life&lt;br /&gt;When all you can see are the years passing by&lt;br /&gt;And I have made up my mind that those days are gone&lt;br /&gt;--Rascal Flatts&lt;/span&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/2508985763548713705-1628740717738158380?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/1628740717738158380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=1628740717738158380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/1628740717738158380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/1628740717738158380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/09/movin-on.html' title='Movin&apos; On'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rvw7yDIBI9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Bbd9y-HijFU/s72-c/lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-3932473447998298806</id><published>2007-09-20T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T09:25:41.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring that Child to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RvMiIzIBI8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/AuwNRtTzyHs/s1600-h/McCabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112467536553780162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RvMiIzIBI8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/AuwNRtTzyHs/s200/McCabe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Even though you never wanted&lt;br /&gt;The child that grows in you&lt;br /&gt;I know that you must be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of what you plan to do&lt;br /&gt;But please before you let them take&lt;br /&gt;This child before it's time&lt;br /&gt;Would you hear what's on this heart of mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a barren woman&lt;br /&gt;I cannot have a child&lt;br /&gt;I've been a mother only in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And the child that grows inside of you&lt;br /&gt;Could fill these empty arms&lt;br /&gt;Please give him life&lt;br /&gt;Then bring that child to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll never be a child unwanted&lt;br /&gt;As long as we are here&lt;br /&gt;Your child could have a happy home&lt;br /&gt;And we could dry our tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a barren woman&lt;br /&gt;I cannot have a child&lt;br /&gt;I've been a mother only in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And the child you plan to throw away&lt;br /&gt;Could fill these empty arms&lt;br /&gt;Please let him live&lt;br /&gt;Then bring that child to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Annie Chapman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2508985763548713705-3932473447998298806?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/3932473447998298806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=3932473447998298806' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3932473447998298806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3932473447998298806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/09/bring-that-child-to-me.html' title='Bring that Child to Me'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RvMiIzIBI8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/AuwNRtTzyHs/s72-c/McCabe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-3444615303878890710</id><published>2007-09-16T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T20:11:38.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan's paper</title><content type='html'>YAY!  This is a paper Jonathan had to write for his philosophy class.  It is totally awesome, HE is totally awesome!!! :D  He is sooooooooooooooooooooooo amazing.  He's a thinker. *looks proud*  Anyway here it is:&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Is the Purpose of Philosophy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have philosophy? Is it so we can talk idle and not ever actually learn anything as some would think? In The Elements of Logic, Simon Blackburn says,"For people who want to think about the big themes: Knowledge, reason, truth, mind, freedom, destiny, identity, God, goodness, justice." This answers the question about why we have philosophy I believe in a very effective way. It states that mankind wants to know about deep theological matters. By our nature we are curious and desire to know the truth. And that's what philosophy is. The search for truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we realize why we have philosophy. We know that we should understand about the deep theological issues. It is a widely known concept that the more you know about the world and the way things work the better off you will be. When you have knowledge you can often transpose that knowledge into invaluable wisdom. You can know how to ride a bike but if you understand the mechanism then you will know that when the chain comes off the gears you must put it back on before you continue. For one to realize that if he has knowledge he can translate into wisdom and be better off, he is already ahead of the crowd. Take for instance the simple man who always takes things for granted. He isn't interested in engaging his mind in order to have a brighter future. Instead he is interested in knowing as little as possible to get by. Such a man may find himself in an emergency that he would have known how to handle had he engaged his mind in understanding basic concepts on a deeper level. In the same way when we have insights to the deeper spiritual issues it greatly affects the way we live. If a man does not believe in God that will also affect his belief about morality therefore affecting the way he lives. It is absurd for us to think that we can separate our beliefs from our actions. Therefore philosophy has a purpose to find truth and understand why we believe what we believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This raises the classic question. What is truth? Since we as humans are often deceived, how do we know truth from falsehood? Is it really possible for an imperfect person to have perfection in all of his views by using philosophy? Is it possible for a human to always believe the truth and never believe a lie? No. Believing a lie is part of our natural habitat, however we must strive to expose the lies and expel them whenever possible. Rene Descartes states, "I shall efface even from my thoughts all the images of corporeal things, or at least I shall esteem them as vain." This makes an interesting point. Decartes is reexamining everything he knows to find any falsehood. This is certainly taking it to an extreme. It is unnecessary to reexamine everything we know. There are things that would be a much wiser use of our time than spending hours and hours and finally concluding that we really do have two hands and if you walk out in front of a car you will get hit and it wasn't just something you imagined. This is foolishness. A man who doubts if he has a hand even though he sees it, and uses it will perhaps never have any spiritual beliefs. For if he cannot believe something physical that he can experience how will he ever believe the truth about God and spiritual matters? The Bible says without faith it is impossible to please God. So what about you? Do you have faith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, there is a time for philosophy. And there is a time to believe and a wise man will know the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-3444615303878890710?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/3444615303878890710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=3444615303878890710' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3444615303878890710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3444615303878890710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/09/jonathans-paper.html' title='Jonathan&apos;s paper'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-8197603093457074637</id><published>2007-09-15T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T13:22:21.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ok here is the music video that nobody could watch in the last format:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LToKs-KVazg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LToKs-KVazg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-8197603093457074637?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/8197603093457074637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=8197603093457074637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/8197603093457074637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/8197603093457074637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-star.html' title='Little Star'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-3176164247861976089</id><published>2007-09-14T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:29:03.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Rachelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RuqQa9pMqpI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fPufNGq7W2I/s1600-h/HPIM0294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RuqQa9pMqpI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fPufNGq7W2I/s400/HPIM0294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110055520103606930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;To my sister: I'm so glad God made us close.  Over the years it's amazing to see, how intertwined we've become.  It's even hard to remember what things I do because I like it...or you like it?  Thanks for the godly example you've set for me, I pray one day I'll be as selfless as you are.  Thanks for being ready to listen and quick to understand.  I think the Lord's given us a special gift to be able to understand each other on a deep level.  It's really a blessing, for we know most all before the other even opens her mouth.  IYKWIM even our darkest moments we trust enough to share.  Our friendship doubles our wardrobe and divides our calories.  *cracks up*  I sure do love you girl, may you always keep your eyes on the Lord! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Lord Jesus, thanks so much for Rachelle!  May You be glorified in her life forever and ever and ever!  Fill her to overflowing with Your Spirit and shower Your blessings into her life.  Give her wisdom to discern Your leading and guide her with Your hand.  Give her joy &amp; fulfillment in You, and draw her close to You, reveal more of Yourself to her.  May You give her everything pertaining to life and godliness and help her to be dilligent to seek You with all sincerity.  I love You Jesus, in Christ's name I pray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY 24th BIRTHDAY RACHELLE!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&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/2508985763548713705-3176164247861976089?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/3176164247861976089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=3176164247861976089' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3176164247861976089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3176164247861976089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-rachelle.html' title='Happy Birthday Rachelle'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RuqQa9pMqpI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fPufNGq7W2I/s72-c/HPIM0294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-3935138207164589931</id><published>2007-09-13T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T14:02:33.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RumHq9pMqoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/THxJTzDU-g8/s1600-h/red-rose-side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RumHq9pMqoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/THxJTzDU-g8/s320/red-rose-side.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109764424400153218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"You should have God so big on the inside of you that His beautiful love, gorgeous goodness, and attractive acceptance emanates from you onto your family." -- Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Glances of true beauty can be seen in the faces of those who live in true meekness."  Henry David Thoreau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Love is the beauty of the soul."  Augustine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"There is no cosmetic for beauty like happiness." Marguerite Gardiner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Don't be moved by praise or criticism.   Just go to God and find your identity in Him."  Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait."  Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"People are like stained-glass windows: They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light within."  Elisabeth Kubler-Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Fair faces need no paint." Thomas Fuller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"The difference between pretty and beautiful is that pretty is temporal whereas beautiful is eternal." Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"YOU cannot be anything but faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU cannot be anything but true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How I need this heavenly persective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take my eyes off this world so I see You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Eric &amp;amp; Leslie Ludy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2508985763548713705-3935138207164589931?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/3935138207164589931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=3935138207164589931' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3935138207164589931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3935138207164589931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/09/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RumHq9pMqoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/THxJTzDU-g8/s72-c/red-rose-side.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-8679524107888404306</id><published>2007-09-08T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T12:58:11.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PictureTrail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="visibility:visible"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/2/zoom_and_fade.swf" quality="high" FlashVars="ql=2&amp;src1=http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL94/9806087/flicks/1/2023093&amp;src2=http://widgetize.picturetrail.com/flicks/2023093" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" width="440" height="340" name="zoom_and_fade" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" style="height:340px;width:440px" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p style="whitespace:no-wrap;margin-top:10px;height:24px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=%2Fwebpages%2Fabout-photoflick2.shtml&amp;cID=924"&gt;&lt;img align="left" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/res/pflicks/pt.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=%2FphotoFlick%2Fsamples%2Fpflicks.shtml&amp;cID=925"&gt;&lt;img align="left" style="margin-left:5px" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/res/pflicks/pt2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='PictureTrail'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-4398083756907740842</id><published>2007-09-05T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T13:00:21.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Meditations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rt7tRoLR8GI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UGe7BgpRxmU/s1600-h/bestillandknow-752800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rt7tRoLR8GI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UGe7BgpRxmU/s400/bestillandknow-752800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106779914583011426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“He is before all things and in Him all things hold together.  He is also head of the body, the church; and He is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, so that He Himself will come to have first place in everything”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Colossians 1:17-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;His thunder pierces, our tears fall hard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Death strikes and we’re forever marred&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But the sting predicted as destiny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Evolved to His peace to create victory&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;For just as Christ is firstborn from the dead,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of the body, the church, He is the head,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So He raises His saints with power divine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As His victory reigns His glory sublimes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amid my ways, my dreams, my plans&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Father holds me in His hands&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I fear not what He has for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But shake in awe of what I see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I long to birth new lives in love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;To watch a miracle from above&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But His place is first in everything,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So all I give; to Him I cling &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I gaze on Him, and my steps He prearranges,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;For He is before all things, and never changes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In Him all things are held together&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;His grace, His goodness, He lasts forever!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amid my ways, my dreams, my plans&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Father holds me in His hands&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I fear not what He has for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But shake in awe of what I see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Give me unadulterated love for Thee I cry,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As fall on my face before God on high&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Worshiping Jesus, love is my duty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I’m fully covered in His beauty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-4398083756907740842?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/4398083756907740842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=4398083756907740842' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/4398083756907740842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/4398083756907740842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/09/morning-meditations.html' title='Morning Meditations'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rt7tRoLR8GI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UGe7BgpRxmU/s72-c/bestillandknow-752800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-8905406274300976509</id><published>2007-08-14T10:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T10:25:24.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfecting Holiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kleanbathandbody.com/skin1/images/photos/cleanse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.kleanbathandbody.com/skin1/images/photos/cleanse.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Therefore, having these promises, beloved, let us cleanse ourselves from all defilement of flesh and spirit, perfecting holiness in the fear of God." 2 Cor. 7:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2508985763548713705-8905406274300976509?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/8905406274300976509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=8905406274300976509' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/8905406274300976509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/8905406274300976509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/08/therefore-having-these-promises-beloved.html' title='Perfecting Holiness'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-7215191466991956119</id><published>2007-08-09T14:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T14:48:12.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingerprints of God</title><content type='html'>This youtube is facinating!  It reminds me of that Steven Curtis Chapman song "Fingerprints of God."  I tell you what we have no reason to put little value on ourselves, we are created by God!  Man, our God truly is awesome!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-7215191466991956119?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/7215191466991956119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=7215191466991956119' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/7215191466991956119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/7215191466991956119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/08/fingerprints-of-god.html' title='Fingerprints of God'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-8983669033314804466</id><published>2007-08-02T09:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T09:56:44.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RrHu1RAahyI/AAAAAAAAAIs/unBWUpCyi7I/s1600-h/DSC_0075-2_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RrHu1RAahyI/AAAAAAAAAIs/unBWUpCyi7I/s400/DSC_0075-2_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094115252398360354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I ran across a really neat idea today...a couple who made their vows with scripture alone!   That is A-W-E-S-O-M-E!!!  BTW Kelly Brown (Bradrick) is such an inspiration, I have learned a lot from listening to her cds in past years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Vows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;GROOM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peter David Bradrick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; covenant before God and man, to you Kelly Jeannette to be your loving husband, and to lead you, to protect you, and provide for you in the fear of the Lord&lt;a name="_ftnref1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftn1" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I vow to love you as my wife even as Christ also loved the church, to lay down my life for you&lt;a name="_ftnref2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftn2" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; to wash you with the water of the word&lt;a name="_ftnref3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftn3" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; to love you as my own body and to nourish and cherish you even as the Lord does the church; to render unto you the affection due you, knowing that I do not have authority over my own body but you do&lt;a name="_ftnref4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftn4" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; to dwell with you according to knowledge, giving honor unto you, as unto the weaker vessel, and living together with you as heirs together of the grace of life&lt;a name="_ftnref5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftn5" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[5]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. You alone will be my delight as the wife of my youth&lt;a name="_ftnref6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftn6" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[6]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I will fight for you, for our sons, for our daughters, and for our household&lt;a name="_ftnref7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftn7" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[7]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The Lord do so to me, and more also, if anything but death parts you and me&lt;a name="_ftnref8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftn8" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I will be yours in times of plenty and in times of want, in times of sickness and in times of health, in times of joy and in times of sorrow, in times of failure and in times of triumph. I pledge to you my life as a loyal and faithful husband&lt;a name="_ftnref9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftn9" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[9]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Timothy 5:8, Ephesians 5:25, Ephesians 5:26, 1 Corinthians 7:4, 1 Peter 3:7, Proverbs 5:18, Nehemiah 4:14, Ruth 1:17, Hosea 2:19-20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;BRIDE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kelly Jeannette&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; covenant before God and man, to you Peter David Bradrick to be your loyal wife and to submit myself under your headship&lt;a name="_ftnref10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftn10" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[10]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Just as the Church is subject to Christ&lt;a name="_ftnref11"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftn11" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[11]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, so I will be to you in everything. I will live first unto our God and then unto you, loving you, caring for you, obeying you, and ever seeking to please you as my earthly lord&lt;a name="_ftnref12"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftn12" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[12]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I will be your discreet, chaste keeper at home&lt;a name="_ftnref13"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftn13" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[13]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, diligently, industriously, and faithfully caring for the affairs of your household so that your heart may always safely trust in me&lt;a name="_ftnref14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftn14" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[14]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. If the Lord chooses to so bless us, it will be my delight to be your fruitful bearer&lt;a name="_ftnref15"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftn15" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[15]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of children, and I will help you diligently teach them the commandments of the Lord as we talk of them in your house, as we walk by the way, when we lie down, and when we rise up&lt;a name="_ftnref16"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftn16" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[16]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Wherever you go, I will go; and wherever you lodge, I will lodge; your people shall be my people, And your God, my God&lt;a name="_ftnref17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftn17" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[17]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The Lord do so to me, and more also, If anything but death parts you and me&lt;a name="_ftnref18"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftn18" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[18]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I will be yours in times of plenty and in times of want, in times of sickness and in times of health, in times of joy and in times of sorrow, in times of failure and in times of triumph, I pledge to you my life as an obedient and faithful wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 5:22, Ephesians 5:24-25, 1 Peter 3:6, Titus 2:5, Proverbs 31:11, Psalms 128:3, Deuteronomy 6:7; 11:19, Ruth 1:16, Ruth 1:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_ftn1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftnref1" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 1 Timothy 5:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_ftn2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftnref2" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ephesians 5:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_ftn3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftnref3" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ephesians 5:26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_ftn4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftnref4" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 1 Corinthians 7:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_ftn5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftnref5" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[5]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 1 Peter 3:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_ftn6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftnref6" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[6]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Proverbs 5:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_ftn7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftnref7" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[7]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nehemiah 4:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_ftn8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftnref8" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ruth 1:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_ftn9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftnref9" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[9]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hosea 2:19-20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_ftn10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftnref10" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[10]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ephesians 5:22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_ftn11"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftnref11" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[11]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ephesians 5:24-25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_ftn12"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftnref12" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[12]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 1 Peter 3:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_ftn13"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftnref13" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[13]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Titus 2:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_ftn14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftnref14" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[14]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Proverbs 31:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_ftn15"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftnref15" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[15]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Psalms 128:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_ftn16"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftnref16" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[16]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Deuteronomy 6:7; 11:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_ftn17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftnref17" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[17]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ruth 1:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_ftn18"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8247418&amp;amp;postID=115686048576887225#_ftnref18" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[18]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ruth 1:17&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scottbrownonline.com/blog/archive/2006_08_01_archive.html"&gt;http://scottbrownonline.com/blog/archive/2006_08_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-8983669033314804466?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/8983669033314804466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=8983669033314804466' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/8983669033314804466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/8983669033314804466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/08/vows.html' title='Vows'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RrHu1RAahyI/AAAAAAAAAIs/unBWUpCyi7I/s72-c/DSC_0075-2_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-5378829648746069536</id><published>2007-07-30T09:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T12:17:08.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Schmidts Summer 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Allison (and whoever else wants to see them):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!  I had an awesome weekend!!!  Here are the pictures I promised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Misty, my best friend of 9 years, she's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; beautiful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rq34cxAahqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1PCARjqScIE/s1600-h/100_0605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rq34cxAahqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1PCARjqScIE/s400/100_0605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092999926701000354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Mark &amp; Jennifer snuggling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rq355xAahrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-rco8BOPtnc/s1600-h/100_0606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rq355xAahrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-rco8BOPtnc/s400/100_0606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093001524428834482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mrs. Linda &amp; Charissa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rq359hAahsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/52_eOnhyhoI/s1600-h/100_0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rq359hAahsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/52_eOnhyhoI/s400/100_0609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093001588853343938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Typical Daniel --the thinker:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rq36JRAahtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hpDul7zXhE0/s1600-h/100_0608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rq36JRAahtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hpDul7zXhE0/s400/100_0608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093001790716806866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my WORD what happened to the little boys?!  When they stand up it's like WOW how did you get way up there?  Michael &amp; Paul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rq36PRAahuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/K2pf6xA3s6E/s1600-h/100_0623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rq36PRAahuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/K2pf6xA3s6E/s400/100_0623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093001893796021986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jennifer &amp; Rachelle, wow Jenn's growing up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rq36XhAahvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cTtmEuEOQa8/s1600-h/100_0629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rq36XhAahvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cTtmEuEOQa8/s400/100_0629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093002035529942770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joseph Hudson, my boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rq36hRAahwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5HkcHoXyFhw/s1600-h/100_0616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rq36hRAahwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5HkcHoXyFhw/s400/100_0616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093002203033667330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Isaac:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rq377xAahxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/tQmLElBvEpY/s1600-h/100_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rq377xAahxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/tQmLElBvEpY/s400/100_0625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093003757811828498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-5378829648746069536?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/5378829648746069536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=5378829648746069536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/5378829648746069536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/5378829648746069536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/07/schmidts-summer-2007.html' title='The Schmidts Summer 2007'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rq34cxAahqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1PCARjqScIE/s72-c/100_0605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-6006773184977079322</id><published>2007-07-25T12:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T12:26:20.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Niecee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RqeFEBAahpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3MT9mEyjXx0/s1600-h/PICT0645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RqeFEBAahpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3MT9mEyjXx0/s400/PICT0645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091184207801779858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt; to me.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; YOU ROCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God continue to mold you...and may He fill you with His peace and strength to continue following Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, girly!!&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/2508985763548713705-6006773184977079322?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/6006773184977079322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=6006773184977079322' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/6006773184977079322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/6006773184977079322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/07/niecee.html' title='Niecee'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RqeFEBAahpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3MT9mEyjXx0/s72-c/PICT0645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-4818780732058594736</id><published>2007-07-20T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T12:38:36.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>East to West</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RqDvwGSTZiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NKb7KaFslfc/s1600-h/Worshiper%27s+hands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RqDvwGSTZiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NKb7KaFslfc/s200/Worshiper%27s+hands.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089331188528801314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever feel like you're sinking back into your past?  I can identify very well with this song.   Casting Crowns is so inspiring, their songs are real. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore there is now no condemnation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a name="BR334" href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?l=en&amp;query=romans+8%3A1&amp;amp;section=0&amp;translation=nas&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;oq=forgive&amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1#R334"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; for those who are in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a name="BR335" href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?l=en&amp;query=romans+8%3A1&amp;amp;section=0&amp;translation=nas&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;oq=forgive&amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1#R335"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a name="BR336" href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?l=en&amp;query=romans+8%3A1&amp;amp;section=0&amp;translation=nas&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;oq=forgive&amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1#R336"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Jesus."  Romans 8:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2508985763548713705-4818780732058594736?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/4818780732058594736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=4818780732058594736' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/4818780732058594736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/4818780732058594736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/07/east-to-west.html' title='East to West'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RqDvwGSTZiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NKb7KaFslfc/s72-c/Worshiper%27s+hands.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-7674363918556614932</id><published>2007-07-16T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T13:02:12.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Linger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.slate.com/media/1/123125/2063881/2157154/2161620/070312_da_dixieSadFaceEX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.slate.com/media/1/123125/2063881/2157154/2161620/070312_da_dixieSadFaceEX.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Linger too long in the stench of your hurt, and you'll smell like the toxin you despise."&lt;br /&gt;Max Lucado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2508985763548713705-7674363918556614932?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/7674363918556614932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=7674363918556614932' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/7674363918556614932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/7674363918556614932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/07/linger.html' title='Linger'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-1629857252415228825</id><published>2007-07-11T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T12:58:25.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My place in this world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; The wind is moving&lt;br /&gt;But I am standing still&lt;br /&gt;A life of pages&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be filled&lt;br /&gt;A heart that's hopeful&lt;br /&gt;A head that's full of dreams&lt;br /&gt;But this becoming&lt;br /&gt;Is harder than it seems&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a reason&lt;br /&gt;Roaming through the night to find&lt;br /&gt;My place in this world&lt;br /&gt;My place in this world&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot to lean on&lt;br /&gt;I need Your light to help me find&lt;br /&gt;My place in this world&lt;br /&gt;My place in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are millions&lt;br /&gt;Down on their knees&lt;br /&gt;Among the many&lt;br /&gt;Can you still hear me&lt;br /&gt;Hear me asking&lt;br /&gt;Where do I belong&lt;br /&gt;Is there a vision&lt;br /&gt;That I can call my own&lt;br /&gt;Show me I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a reason&lt;br /&gt;Roaming through the night to find&lt;br /&gt; My place in this world&lt;br /&gt;My place in this world&lt;br /&gt; Not a lot to lean on&lt;br /&gt;I need Your light to help me find&lt;br /&gt; My place in this world&lt;br /&gt;My place in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Michael W. Smith&lt;/span&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/2508985763548713705-1629857252415228825?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/1629857252415228825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=1629857252415228825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/1629857252415228825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/1629857252415228825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-place-in-this-world.html' title='My place in this world'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-6983534835169083697</id><published>2007-07-09T12:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T13:08:15.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RpJxWXPTAfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/X9U5neBxB5U/s1600-h/me+and+Dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RpJxWXPTAfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/X9U5neBxB5U/s320/me+and+Dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085251558263947762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Some of my favorite quotes from Dad:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you look at the Bible you have to keep things in perspective; major in the majors, minor in the minors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Would it stimulate you to follow Christ more?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What’s your purpose in doing it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you were to have a serious accident doing that, are you prepared to praise the Lord for the rest of your life with whatever happened?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have you ever noticed how trashy your Mothers mind is?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All she ever thinks about is taking out that trash and doing dirty laundry. HEHEHEHE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You don't call an alligator a lizard, you don't call a man a boy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: guess WHAT?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dad: God loves you and has a wonderful plan for your life????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Most frequent quote&lt;/i&gt;: please come in here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RpJxh3PTAgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-pyCUbhr4U0/s1600-h/PICT0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RpJxh3PTAgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-pyCUbhr4U0/s320/PICT0679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085251755832443394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Some of my favorite quotes from Mom:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Remember honey, the hand of the diligent shall rule, but the slack hand shall be put to force labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well bless your pea picking heart!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(I still say my heart don’t pick peas, it’s my hands…hehe)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;...life's not always fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mom: oh, did you get this out? *picks up towel*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mom: well thanks for putting it up! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: oh...right… you’re welcome *puts up towel*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You don’t get what you whine for…work’s good for ya, it’ll build character!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mom: you deserted us?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: well not technically, I didn’t volunteer to work on it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mom: no you didn't, I drafted you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh no!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m out of the loop! You haven’t told me about this?!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who says you need a pool of young men to choose from anyway, it only takes one you know, and God is more than capable of bringing the right one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But some people don't have food, just think what a great blessing it is to have this soup again!   We need to be thankful for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Most frequent quote&lt;/i&gt;: time for kitchen clean up!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-6983534835169083697?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/6983534835169083697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=6983534835169083697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/6983534835169083697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/6983534835169083697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-favorite-quotes.html' title='My favorite quotes'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RpJxWXPTAfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/X9U5neBxB5U/s72-c/me+and+Dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-5022376384744505835</id><published>2007-07-03T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T17:26:36.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How much time will that buy me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like it?  I love this song...it gets it's point across. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-5022376384744505835?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/5022376384744505835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=5022376384744505835' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/5022376384744505835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/5022376384744505835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-much-time-will-that-buy-me.html' title='How much time will that buy me?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-1438669330307896080</id><published>2007-06-19T08:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T10:05:39.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Puddles '07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RnfkaUbERII/AAAAAAAAAGk/UiK0IdpyD0s/s1600-h/Puddles07021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RnfkaUbERII/AAAAAAAAAGk/UiK0IdpyD0s/s320/Puddles07021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077778245693490306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend Ashleigh and Hannah and Mrs. Alice came to spend a few days with us, we had lots of fun!  It was great getting to see y'all, you are welcome back! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My blackmail picture: yay! let's be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RnffWkbEQ7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Asuyn1PtkUc/s1600-h/Puddles07013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RnffWkbEQ7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Asuyn1PtkUc/s320/Puddles07013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077772683710841778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ashleigh:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RnfgJEbEQ9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/aos3xYbcr-0/s1600-h/Puddles07123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RnfgJEbEQ9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/aos3xYbcr-0/s320/Puddles07123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077773551294235602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Hannah:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RnfgqkbEQ_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/7y0-emGpyYo/s1600-h/Puddles07014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RnfgqkbEQ_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/7y0-emGpyYo/s320/Puddles07014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077774126819853298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My beauty queen:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RnfgckbEQ-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/XuT1L7Ani5c/s1600-h/Puddles07020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RnfgckbEQ-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/XuT1L7Ani5c/s320/Puddles07020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077773886301684706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Boys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RnfhbEbERCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-YIj61sp4BM/s1600-h/Puddles07070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RnfhbEbERCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-YIj61sp4BM/s320/Puddles07070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077774960043508770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rnfni0bERJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LHbrd0FRzP0/s1600-h/Puddles07121de.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rnfni0bERJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LHbrd0FRzP0/s320/Puddles07121de.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077781690257261714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rnfh6kbEREI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wRA14H1momQ/s1600-h/Puddles07089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rnfh6kbEREI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wRA14H1momQ/s320/Puddles07089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077775501209388098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous foot shot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RnfjAEbERHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/iqzw--wv1Vw/s1600-h/Puddles07019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RnfjAEbERHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/iqzw--wv1Vw/s320/Puddles07019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077776695210296434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note&lt;br /&gt;Special prayer request; my arm/wrist nerves they are not too happy today&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/2508985763548713705-1438669330307896080?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/1438669330307896080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=1438669330307896080' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/1438669330307896080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/1438669330307896080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/06/puddles-07.html' title='Puddles &apos;07'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RnfkaUbERII/AAAAAAAAAGk/UiK0IdpyD0s/s72-c/Puddles07021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-4781440162811310572</id><published>2007-06-14T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T16:14:05.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She don't know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RnGvPEbEQ6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/QZH2siNybpw/s1600-h/HPIM0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RnGvPEbEQ6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/QZH2siNybpw/s320/HPIM0286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076030928443425698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This song reminds me so much of you. hehehe.  You're beautiful mylady. :D&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/2508985763548713705-4781440162811310572?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/4781440162811310572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=4781440162811310572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/4781440162811310572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/4781440162811310572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/06/she-dont-know.html' title='She don&apos;t know'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RnGvPEbEQ6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/QZH2siNybpw/s72-c/HPIM0286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-4837805526035984113</id><published>2007-06-05T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T10:29:11.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfied</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RmWAi0bEQ5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/GJCMjruHR5c/s1600-h/his-healing-love-forgiveness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RmWAi0bEQ5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/GJCMjruHR5c/s320/his-healing-love-forgiveness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072601890978808722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;God is most glorified in us when we are most satisfied in Him. - John Piper&lt;/span&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/2508985763548713705-4837805526035984113?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/4837805526035984113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=4837805526035984113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/4837805526035984113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/4837805526035984113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/06/satisfied.html' title='Satisfied'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RmWAi0bEQ5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/GJCMjruHR5c/s72-c/his-healing-love-forgiveness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-890952447699955323</id><published>2007-05-31T19:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:40:26.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>am NOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rl9pcD5cnwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pQc8HAO4Sy8/s1600-h/JoshTurnerUMG05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rl9pcD5cnwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pQc8HAO4Sy8/s200/JoshTurnerUMG05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070887636245978882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I mean NO!  Josh Turner, my favorite singer in the world, is going to be in concert an hour from me tonight.  But I'm not going. :D Nope, nada. NOT going.  In the weakness of the moment I don't want to change my mind, so I'm blogging it for proof, I am not going. ok? hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-890952447699955323?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/890952447699955323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=890952447699955323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/890952447699955323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/890952447699955323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/05/am-not.html' title='am NOT'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rl9pcD5cnwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pQc8HAO4Sy8/s72-c/JoshTurnerUMG05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-5407102048618640320</id><published>2007-05-23T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T13:25:59.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just as we also long to see you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RlSE_j5cnvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rgp9716wZOo/s1600-h/777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RlSE_j5cnvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rgp9716wZOo/s320/777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067821708201467634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"For this reason, when I could endure it no longer, I also sent to find out about your faith, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for fear that the tempter might have tempted you, and our labor would be in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that Timothy has come to us from you, and has brought us&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; good news of your faith and love, and that you always think kindly of us, longing to see us just as we also long to see you&lt;/span&gt;, for this reason, brethren, in all our distress and affliction we were comforted about you through your faith; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for now we really live, if you stand firm in the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;  For what thanks can we render to God for you in return for all the joy with which we rejoice before our God on your account, as we night and day keep praying most earnestly that we may see your face, and may complete what is lacking in your faith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now may our God and Father Himself and Jesus our Lord &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;direct our way to you&lt;/span&gt;; and may the Lord cause you to increase and abound in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; love for one another&lt;/span&gt;, and for all people, just as we also do for you; so that He may establish your hearts&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; without blame in holiness before our God&lt;/span&gt; and Father at the coming of our Lord Jesus with all His saints. "  1 Thessalonians 3:5-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!!!  I know EXACTLY how he feels!!!  There are people I do that with too, and it's an unexpressable joy and peace when I hear they are walking in the truth.  It's funny how things from the Bible come alive to me all the sudden, when I've been reading that same passage for years and it's never hit me that way before...lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-5407102048618640320?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/5407102048618640320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=5407102048618640320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/5407102048618640320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/5407102048618640320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-as-we-also-long-to-see-you.html' title='Just as we also long to see you...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RlSE_j5cnvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rgp9716wZOo/s72-c/777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-4976419791767669894</id><published>2007-05-22T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T13:41:25.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where The Green Grass Grows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RlM2qD5cnsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UrS5gL7Z3zA/s1600-h/RedPic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RlM2qD5cnsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UrS5gL7Z3zA/s320/RedPic.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067454101950602946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Six lanes, taillights&lt;br /&gt;Red ants marchin' into the night&lt;br /&gt;They disappear to the left and right again&lt;br /&gt;Another supper from a sack&lt;br /&gt;A ninety-nine cent heart attack&lt;br /&gt;I got a poundin' head and an achin' back&lt;br /&gt;And the camel's buried in a big straw stack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm gonna live where the green grass grows&lt;br /&gt;Watchin' my corn pop up in rows&lt;br /&gt;Every night be tucked in close to you&lt;br /&gt;Raise our kids where the good Lord's best&lt;br /&gt;Point our rocking chairs towards the west&lt;br /&gt;Plant our dreams where the peaceful river flows&lt;br /&gt;Where the green grass grows&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well I'm from a map dot&lt;br /&gt;A stop sign on a black top&lt;br /&gt;I caught the first bus I could hop from there&lt;br /&gt;But all of this glitter is gettin' dark&lt;br /&gt;There's concrete growin' in the city park&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who my neighbors are&lt;br /&gt;But there's bars on the corners and bars on my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm gonna live where the green grass grows&lt;br /&gt;Watchin' my corn pop up in rows&lt;br /&gt;Every night be tucked in close to you&lt;br /&gt;Raise our kids where the good Lord's best&lt;br /&gt;Point our rocking chairs towards the west&lt;br /&gt;Plant our dreams where the peaceful river flows&lt;br /&gt;Where the green grass grows&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;--Tim McGraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RlM2xT5cntI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9iAs6PnguVs/s1600-h/cowgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RlM2xT5cntI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9iAs6PnguVs/s200/cowgirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067454226504654546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-4976419791767669894?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/4976419791767669894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=4976419791767669894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/4976419791767669894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/4976419791767669894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/05/where-green-grass-grows.html' title='Where The Green Grass Grows'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RlM2qD5cnsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UrS5gL7Z3zA/s72-c/RedPic.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-2561936252920742322</id><published>2007-05-18T10:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T13:36:18.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Release Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rk3KGz5cnqI/AAAAAAAAADs/3S98mdSK-zM/s1600-h/the_bride_of_christ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rk3KGz5cnqI/AAAAAAAAADs/3S98mdSK-zM/s320/the_bride_of_christ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065927374220861090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;  Why is my heart deeply troubled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; With feelings of sadness and grief?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; Though my life seems to be without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; Real turmoil and pressing needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; Yet I feel so grieved inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; With feelings of giving up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; A sense of real hopelessness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; Has crowded out God’s love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; Release me Lord I ask of thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; I don’t want to stay this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; Fill me again with your Holy Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; And deliver me I pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; May I again be filled with joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; And know your loving grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; May the spirit of heaviness over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; Be replaced with the garment of praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; I shall arise and sing your praises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; And lift my hands to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; And declare aloud your faithfulness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; In the wondrous works you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; Be gone you father of iniquities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; You no longer have a hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; For greater is He that is in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; The redeemer of my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; I will not give in to Satan’s attacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; Nor allow him the chance to bind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; For Christ has already set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; And released my troubled mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; My hope shall always be in God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; In Him alone will I trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; His joy again will flood my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; And my heart will be filled with love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;©&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; By M.S.Lowndes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Sylfaen; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lord Jesus, here I am before you again. I come dirty, stained, bruised, and cut up. You ask me, 'What happened, my Child?'  With a bowed head, I admit that last night the enemy came. I wasn’t prepared for them, and so. . . here I am. They were able to get in and claim territory in my mind, but I don’t want then there! I want to claim the land back. I want to pick my guard back up, but I’m weary of the fight. I need rest and strength to prepare me for the battle. Come to my deliverance, Lord! I’m in desperate need of your strength and you! Here, take my bag of trash that the enemy gave me. I don’t want to walk around with its weight and smell on me anymore. I’m ready to be set free; I’m ready to pick my sword back up and get back in the fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Sylfaen; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Sylfaen; font-style: italic;"&gt;My Lord arose slowly, and looking straight into my eyes said, 'Do not grow weary in well doing, for in due season you shall reap, if you do not lose heart.'   He picked up my trash bag and flung it behind his back. Then in exchange for me filthy, torn clothes, he clothed me in a gown of pure and spotless white. He washed away the dirt on my hands and face, and healed the scratches and wounds I had received the night before. He himself put on new shining armor on me and placed in my hands a two edged sword, and said, 'Now you are ready to get back in the fight. Go now, and my strength will be with you. Remember to come back this afternoon for a time of refreshing.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Sylfaen; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Sylfaen; font-style: italic;"&gt;Away I marched, back out to the battle field with the name of Jesus lifted high. I was ready to reclaim that captured territory as my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Undisclosed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/2508985763548713705-2561936252920742322?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/2561936252920742322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/2561936252920742322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/05/release-me.html' title='Release Me'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rk3KGz5cnqI/AAAAAAAAADs/3S98mdSK-zM/s72-c/the_bride_of_christ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-8535029548020370539</id><published>2007-05-07T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T19:23:24.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rj-tbD9mI2I/AAAAAAAAADk/RNjFHp7eq1g/s1600-h/tears_for_you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rj-tbD9mI2I/AAAAAAAAADk/RNjFHp7eq1g/s320/tears_for_you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061955186619458402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It crowds over me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like a rock on my heart…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m not strong enough&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Suddenly powerless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just left this place,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why am I here again?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just cannot do it alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So why do I even try?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;No you cannot,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Comes the reply.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I recall being here before…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Surrender it to Me&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My strength is unlimited&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And My yoke light.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Look at Me, Jessica&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trust Me…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally ready to lay it down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I look into Your eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And see what I’ve missed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wonder why, my Love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You put up with me at all?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And as the tears hit my pillow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I open my clinched fists&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And let it go once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-8535029548020370539?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/8535029548020370539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=8535029548020370539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/8535029548020370539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/8535029548020370539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-crowds-over-me-like-rock-on-my-heart.html' title='Like a Rock'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/Rj-tbD9mI2I/AAAAAAAAADk/RNjFHp7eq1g/s72-c/tears_for_you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-9191737973959831841</id><published>2007-05-03T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T13:17:06.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's Colliding Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;This blog is specifically for Allison.  SOMEBODY needs to figure out what's the matter with our attachments. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my sweet girl: here's your pictures my dear hope you enjoy them.  Monday night or die, hope we get off from work early, I'm missing you so bad. :D  Love you.  May the Lord bless you with wisdom and faith and provide for every need and form you into His image.  May doubts be overwhelmed in the reality of His love and ability to make you happy and content, and may you truely understand the height and depth of His great love for you!!!  May He keep you encouraged and show you how beautiful you are... May He be your everything and may you find even more peace in Him than you ever expected, even through hard circumstances.  May He shower your family with every spiritual blessing and make y'all close to each other and knit you together in love, in one accord focused on Christ completely!  So be it in Jesus name!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering Mississippi!!!  See the river out the window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoB4j9mIpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6I9p-iM-9Pg/s1600-h/HPIM0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoB4j9mIpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6I9p-iM-9Pg/s320/HPIM0205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060359202542068370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoCND9mIqI/AAAAAAAAACE/EF9EhMSVtI4/s1600-h/graduation+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoCND9mIqI/AAAAAAAAACE/EF9EhMSVtI4/s320/graduation+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060359554729386658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoCyj9mIrI/AAAAAAAAACM/tua-vzlY8nk/s1600-h/graduation+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoCyj9mIrI/AAAAAAAAACM/tua-vzlY8nk/s320/graduation+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060360198974481074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoC-D9mIsI/AAAAAAAAACU/cdcl-9Z_1f4/s1600-h/graduation+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoC-D9mIsI/AAAAAAAAACU/cdcl-9Z_1f4/s320/graduation+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060360396542976706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;before graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Graduation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoDXj9mItI/AAAAAAAAACc/5O-TjYgv5HM/s1600-h/HPIM0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoDXj9mItI/AAAAAAAAACc/5O-TjYgv5HM/s320/HPIM0263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060360834629640914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Group shot the next day at AFR...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm we were having fun if you cannot tell.  I don't even remember what was so funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoEfj9mIuI/AAAAAAAAACk/kLS6R3nw4qs/s1600-h/HPIM0299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoEfj9mIuI/AAAAAAAAACk/kLS6R3nw4qs/s320/HPIM0299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060362071580222178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoFND9mIvI/AAAAAAAAACs/N91yVznwnBc/s1600-h/HPIM0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoFND9mIvI/AAAAAAAAACs/N91yVznwnBc/s320/HPIM0315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060362853264270066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow how did he get to be way up there? -- at Elvis' memorial fountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We three girls *bursts into song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoFzT9mIwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gvIQw_17hQk/s1600-h/HPIM0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoFzT9mIwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gvIQw_17hQk/s320/HPIM0322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060363510394266370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Elvis at 13:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoGWD9mIxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6jIsHiyKJUQ/s1600-h/HPIM0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoGWD9mIxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6jIsHiyKJUQ/s320/HPIM0312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060364107394720530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random sweet kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoHNz9mIzI/AAAAAAAAADM/5NYvLKe2nAI/s1600-h/HPIM0332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoHNz9mIzI/AAAAAAAAADM/5NYvLKe2nAI/s320/HPIM0332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060365065172427570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoHDj9mIyI/AAAAAAAAADE/uxbX-NDtlZ8/s1600-h/graduation+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoHDj9mIyI/AAAAAAAAADE/uxbX-NDtlZ8/s320/graduation+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060364889078768418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coolie, Chupelo has a starbucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoKuj9mI1I/AAAAAAAAADc/Lf788xNu9ak/s1600-h/At_Starbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoKuj9mI1I/AAAAAAAAADc/Lf788xNu9ak/s320/At_Starbucks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060368926348026706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2508985763548713705-9191737973959831841?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/9191737973959831841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=9191737973959831841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/9191737973959831841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/9191737973959831841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-blog-is-specifically-for-allison.html' title='Love&apos;s Colliding Joy'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjoB4j9mIpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6I9p-iM-9Pg/s72-c/HPIM0205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-7495514561023036593</id><published>2007-05-01T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T14:45:30.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day in Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjjqUT9mInI/AAAAAAAAABs/pd_chnS6KR8/s1600-h/Shelby-picking-a-dandelion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjjqUT9mInI/AAAAAAAAABs/pd_chnS6KR8/s320/Shelby-picking-a-dandelion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060051816027660914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Just Another Day in Paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The kids screaming, phone ringing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dog barking at the mailman bringing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That stack of bills - overdue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Good morning baby, how are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Got a half hour, quick shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Take a drink of milk but the milk's gone sour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My funny face makes you laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Twist the top on and I put it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There goes the washing machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Baby, don't kick it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I promise I'll fix it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Long about a million other things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well, it's ok. It's so nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's just another day in paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well, there's no place that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'd rather be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well, it's two hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And one dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wouldn't trade it for anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I ask the Lord every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For just another day in paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Friday, you're late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Guess we'll never make our dinner date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; At the restaurant you start to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Baby, we'll just improvise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well, plan B looks like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dominoes' pizza in the candle light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then we'll tippy toe to our room to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Make a little love that's overdue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But somebody had a bad dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mama and daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can me and my teddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Come in to sleep in between?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yeah it's ok. It's so nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's just another day in paradise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well, there's no place that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'd rather be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well, it's two hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And one dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wouldn't trade it for anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I ask the Lord every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For just another day in paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well, it's ok. It's so nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's just another day in paradise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well, there's no place that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'd rather be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Two hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And one dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wouldn't trade it for anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I ask the Lord every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For just another day in paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For just another day in paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well, it's the kids screaming. The phone ringing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well, it's Friday. You're late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh yeah, it's just another day in paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Phil Vassar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/2508985763548713705-7495514561023036593?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/7495514561023036593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=7495514561023036593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/7495514561023036593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/7495514561023036593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-another-day-in-paradise.html' title='Just Another Day in Paradise'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ETxPuNo01M/RjjqUT9mInI/AAAAAAAAABs/pd_chnS6KR8/s72-c/Shelby-picking-a-dandelion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-3710132579422994601</id><published>2007-04-30T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T12:52:23.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling</title><content type='html'>Yay it's Monday!!!  Well, let's be as optimistic about it as possible. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, random update...we spent the weekend with Hannah!!!  SO SO SO SO SO awesome, we had a great time!!  It was so good to be together again. :D  It was a big blast, although I think we drove Denise crazy on the way up there with 5 hours of country music. :P  We had an awesome time with Hannah, that was sooooooooooo special I love you so much girly!! :)  We played twister and volley ball and went to the park and Elvis' birthplace and AFR and had our *ehrm* her man time and  talked and laughed and cried and ummm *thinks*  just hung out and had lots of fun...:P  And I got to meet Christa and Lana and Julie and Hannah Riley and Lacy and Sydney and Remington Gage all the people I hear about all the time...:)  Thank you so much Robertson's for your hospitality, it was GREAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen surprised us by coming as well so we got to meet her, that was cool!  Except that she got stranded outside of town and Zak had to go get her so they both missed the graduation...:O  But nonetheless it was good to get to meet and spend some time with her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we played "Only the days that end in Y" for the last 2 hours...hmmm that was interesting.  HEHEHEHEHE.  Woo we were so hyper righto Denise? :P  That was great fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a funeral this morning, Benjamin's Grandma, Mrs. Clara died so...everybody was torn up about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!!  I have so AWESOMELY exciting news too!!!!!!!!!!  Mrs. Opal is our neighbor and we have been witnessing to her for...ummm... 9 odd years, at least.  She's always rejected and been real stubborn about letting us know that she is a good person and went to church some etc...  She is 92 and basically on her death bed this week, and they tell me she got saved Friday!!!!  Our new pastor witnessed to her in the hospital and led her to Christ...and she says now that she's just ready to go to meet her Master. :D WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  God is GOOD amen?!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to go hear Kristen speak tonight...that would be neat because I haven't seen her for like ...forever... what 5 years?  Something like that...she's going to be like 20 mins from my house tonight so I'm going to go see her, probably.  If I'm not still dead tired. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know I'm being random, I should go finish entering this company...*waves dramatically*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-3710132579422994601?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/3710132579422994601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=3710132579422994601' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3710132579422994601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/3710132579422994601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/04/rambling.html' title='Rambling'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-2132914224419840397</id><published>2007-04-25T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T10:44:48.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://trueriches.net/sad_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://trueriches.net/sad_girl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"To hang between two thieves in the darkness, Love had to believe you're worth it!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Nichole Nordeman&lt;/span&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/2508985763548713705-2132914224419840397?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/2132914224419840397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=2132914224419840397' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/2132914224419840397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/2132914224419840397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/04/worth-it.html' title='Worth it'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508985763548713705.post-4567560475005791793</id><published>2007-04-24T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:27:16.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blasted Hackers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yay this is my new blog!!!  Hackers got into my last one and I thought it easier to start from scratch than undo what they destroyed.  So here I am, the comment section is for welcomes.  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anybody know how to do smiley faces on this thingy?  I cannot find them. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508985763548713705-4567560475005791793?l=crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/feeds/4567560475005791793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508985763548713705&amp;postID=4567560475005791793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/4567560475005791793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508985763548713705/posts/default/4567560475005791793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucifiedwchrist.blogspot.com/2007/04/blasted-hackers.html' title='Blasted Hackers'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261980294379159802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
